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crack_van2009-06-15 05:17 pm
julia-here.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-06-15 05:17 pm
Entry tags:
due South/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, R-NC17
Most of my recommendations this month have amounted to me on full impulse power, wandering around a chaotic bunch of private posts and taking whichever of my backlog of favorite stories sounded best to me at 5pm PDT Monday, Wednesday or Friday. Except for the crossover; there aren't enough good crossovers in any fandom, and I made a point of finding a good one to recommend well before June started.
Then the due South Big Bang went live yesterday, and there was a crossover so good that I couldn't resist it. Impulse power wins again.
Title: Can't Wait Till the Morning Has Come by Spuffyduds
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser, past Oz/Willow
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spuffyduds
Author Website: There is a very useful set of links on Spuff's live journal page.
Why this must be read: Because it's got Oz! and RayK and Fraser! And Ethan Rayne, and evil minions! Because we find out more about how Dief communicates, and what Oz's change is like, and there's lots and lots of plotty goodness! Because Oz is like a reagent, clarifying reality wherever he goes.
Excerpt:
He’s sweeping the floor with the light, and it’s just clothes and cd's and junk until he gets all the way up to the back of the front seats, and oh Jesus, there’s a kid, a naked blood-spattered kid lying there.
Ray holsters his gun and drops to his knees, gets the flashlight beam on the kid’s neck and feels for a pulse, which there is one, hallelujah. The kid doesn’t stir while Ray’s feeling his neck, though; he stays limp, eyes closed. Pretty thoroughly out of it, then, from blood loss or maybe drugs.
Ray reaches up and slides the curtains aside to let more light in so he can do a quick med-assess and find out where all the fucking blood is from. When the light comes in he decides the kid’s older than he thought, eighteen or twenty, just on the short-and-scrawny side. There’s a ton of bruising, showing through the blood spatters. And the blood is—holy fuck. The blood is all from one of the kid’s wrists and one of his ankles, which are just shredded. Because they’re handcuffed to the undercarriage of the seats.
Ray practically jumps back to the doors of the van and scans the surroundings again, because whoever did this to the kid sure as hell was planning to come back, meant for the kid to be here when he did. Parked the van where it almost couldn’t be seen from the road, and where nobody would hear anything, either, and Ray has stumbled into something really disgusting, here.
He stands in the doorway and just breathes for a second, trying to think. He really, really wants to get the kid out of the cuffs, out of the van, into the sunlight. Really a lot. But he is not fucking up a crime scene, ever again. But—if he goes back up to his car to call it in, there will be at least a couple of minutes there where he won’t be able to see the front of the van—when the perp, if he’s hanging around here somewhere, could scramble back into the driver’s seat and take off with the kid still in the back.
Ray gets two fingers in his mouth and whistles a high sharp note, and Dief jumps out the car window and barrels down the embankment. (He’s a lot less deaf, when Fraser’s not around.)
Ray figures on planting Dief right behind the van, to keep anybody else away while he goes back up to the car.
Problem is, Dief gets about twenty feet from the van and freaks the fuck out. He starts growling and bristling like he’s about to attack, but he’s frantically backing up at the same time, and the growling is mixed in with weird strangled whimpers like somebody was hurting him. At maybe thirty feet from the van he seems to reach a point where wanting to attack and wanting to retreat balance each other out, and he just stays there, snarling and whining and twitching.
Ray’s never seen him like this before, and it is not exactly adding to Ray’s already pretty fucking low supply of calm.
Can't Wait Till the Morning Has Come
Then the due South Big Bang went live yesterday, and there was a crossover so good that I couldn't resist it. Impulse power wins again.
Title: Can't Wait Till the Morning Has Come by Spuffyduds
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser, past Oz/Willow
Author on LJ:
spuffydudsAuthor Website: There is a very useful set of links on Spuff's live journal page.
Why this must be read: Because it's got Oz! and RayK and Fraser! And Ethan Rayne, and evil minions! Because we find out more about how Dief communicates, and what Oz's change is like, and there's lots and lots of plotty goodness! Because Oz is like a reagent, clarifying reality wherever he goes.
Excerpt:
He’s sweeping the floor with the light, and it’s just clothes and cd's and junk until he gets all the way up to the back of the front seats, and oh Jesus, there’s a kid, a naked blood-spattered kid lying there.
Ray holsters his gun and drops to his knees, gets the flashlight beam on the kid’s neck and feels for a pulse, which there is one, hallelujah. The kid doesn’t stir while Ray’s feeling his neck, though; he stays limp, eyes closed. Pretty thoroughly out of it, then, from blood loss or maybe drugs.
Ray reaches up and slides the curtains aside to let more light in so he can do a quick med-assess and find out where all the fucking blood is from. When the light comes in he decides the kid’s older than he thought, eighteen or twenty, just on the short-and-scrawny side. There’s a ton of bruising, showing through the blood spatters. And the blood is—holy fuck. The blood is all from one of the kid’s wrists and one of his ankles, which are just shredded. Because they’re handcuffed to the undercarriage of the seats.
Ray practically jumps back to the doors of the van and scans the surroundings again, because whoever did this to the kid sure as hell was planning to come back, meant for the kid to be here when he did. Parked the van where it almost couldn’t be seen from the road, and where nobody would hear anything, either, and Ray has stumbled into something really disgusting, here.
He stands in the doorway and just breathes for a second, trying to think. He really, really wants to get the kid out of the cuffs, out of the van, into the sunlight. Really a lot. But he is not fucking up a crime scene, ever again. But—if he goes back up to his car to call it in, there will be at least a couple of minutes there where he won’t be able to see the front of the van—when the perp, if he’s hanging around here somewhere, could scramble back into the driver’s seat and take off with the kid still in the back.
Ray gets two fingers in his mouth and whistles a high sharp note, and Dief jumps out the car window and barrels down the embankment. (He’s a lot less deaf, when Fraser’s not around.)
Ray figures on planting Dief right behind the van, to keep anybody else away while he goes back up to the car.
Problem is, Dief gets about twenty feet from the van and freaks the fuck out. He starts growling and bristling like he’s about to attack, but he’s frantically backing up at the same time, and the growling is mixed in with weird strangled whimpers like somebody was hurting him. At maybe thirty feet from the van he seems to reach a point where wanting to attack and wanting to retreat balance each other out, and he just stays there, snarling and whining and twitching.
Ray’s never seen him like this before, and it is not exactly adding to Ray’s already pretty fucking low supply of calm.
Can't Wait Till the Morning Has Come