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Due West by joandarck
This is probably my last rec for this month; I hope you had as much fun as I did, and, hopefully, I've rec-ed a few stories you didn't know or haven't read in a very long time.
Thanks!
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 2100 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
joandarck
Author Website: Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
It's hilarious. The whole scenario ... And everybody, like everybody makes a cameo. Turnbull, Thatcher, Huey and Dewey, and BOB.
"-would be so kind as to fetch me a glass of water, or perhaps some milk?"
"Milk?" Heads turned. The alleged riff-raff were taking an interest. A hairy behemoth at a nearby table got up and swaggered over, pausing to spit on the ground. Fraser winced. "Milk ain't a man's drink, boy."
Fraser stood up. "On the contrary. Although it's true that most of the formation of bone structure occurs during youth, it's never too late to keep taking in calcium."
The big man scratched his beard, then his armpit, cogitating fiercely. "I said," he produced at last, "milk ain't a man's drink. Boy."
Fraser looked at him, and his face seemed to harden up, although still pretty as a painted lady. "Actually, sir, I heard you the first time," he said, civil enough, and started to turn away.
The big man grabbed his shoulder and pulled back for a punch that could have broken his nose. Lightning-fast, Fraser whipped around and caught the man's jaw with an uppercut, slammed an elbow in his gut and pulled his gun on the way down. The flailing body fell to the floor and measured six-foot-plus across the sawdust, the empty holster bouncing by his side.
Fraser walked back over and placed the gun on the bar, and his forearm next to it. "I'll take that milk now," he said. "Thank you kindly."
Due West
Thanks!
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 2100 words
Author on LJ:
joandarckAuthor Website: Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
It's hilarious. The whole scenario ... And everybody, like everybody makes a cameo. Turnbull, Thatcher, Huey and Dewey, and BOB.
"-would be so kind as to fetch me a glass of water, or perhaps some milk?"
"Milk?" Heads turned. The alleged riff-raff were taking an interest. A hairy behemoth at a nearby table got up and swaggered over, pausing to spit on the ground. Fraser winced. "Milk ain't a man's drink, boy."
Fraser stood up. "On the contrary. Although it's true that most of the formation of bone structure occurs during youth, it's never too late to keep taking in calcium."
The big man scratched his beard, then his armpit, cogitating fiercely. "I said," he produced at last, "milk ain't a man's drink. Boy."
Fraser looked at him, and his face seemed to harden up, although still pretty as a painted lady. "Actually, sir, I heard you the first time," he said, civil enough, and started to turn away.
The big man grabbed his shoulder and pulled back for a punch that could have broken his nose. Lightning-fast, Fraser whipped around and caught the man's jaw with an uppercut, slammed an elbow in his gut and pulled his gun on the way down. The flailing body fell to the floor and measured six-foot-plus across the sawdust, the empty holster bouncing by his side.
Fraser walked back over and placed the gun on the bar, and his forearm next to it. "I'll take that milk now," he said. "Thank you kindly."
Due West
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