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crack_van2009-03-24 09:49 pm
akamine_chan) wrote in crack_van2009-03-24 09:49 pm
Three, by abbybanks (R)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: ~1100 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abbybanks
Author Website: dS fic tag
Why this must be read: becauseabbybanks has written a powerful, gut-wrenching story about the past and memories and the way they hold sway over our lives, echoing like a gunshot through the cold morning air...all the possibilities that lie in an unopened trunk, a cup of tea and a phone call.
The empty envelope drops to the floor and he looks at the contents of his hand. There are three of them, and he knows them individually.
This is the one they took from under Ray’s armpit, after; it has a slightly flattened profile from hitting his sternum at an angle and skidding around his ribcage, tearing flesh from bone.
This is the one someone picked up after it had torn through Ray’s thigh by way of his femoral artery. Squashed and scuffed where it hit the sidewalk.
And this one. Well. This one was meant for Fraser, Ray stepped in front of it like the first time, just like the first time. Only this time they were off duty, and Ray hadn’t been wearing a vest when they interrupted the mugging. This one they took from his chest cavity, when they opened him up to find that his lung was ripped open, arteries torn, muscles desecrated, ribs shattered.
Three
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: ~1100 words
Author on LJ:
abbybanksAuthor Website: dS fic tag
Why this must be read: because
abbybanks has written a powerful, gut-wrenching story about the past and memories and the way they hold sway over our lives, echoing like a gunshot through the cold morning air...all the possibilities that lie in an unopened trunk, a cup of tea and a phone call.The empty envelope drops to the floor and he looks at the contents of his hand. There are three of them, and he knows them individually.
This is the one they took from under Ray’s armpit, after; it has a slightly flattened profile from hitting his sternum at an angle and skidding around his ribcage, tearing flesh from bone.
This is the one someone picked up after it had torn through Ray’s thigh by way of his femoral artery. Squashed and scuffed where it hit the sidewalk.
And this one. Well. This one was meant for Fraser, Ray stepped in front of it like the first time, just like the first time. Only this time they were off duty, and Ray hadn’t been wearing a vest when they interrupted the mugging. This one they took from his chest cavity, when they opened him up to find that his lung was ripped open, arteries torn, muscles desecrated, ribs shattered.
Three