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crack_van2009-06-20 12:11 pm
julia-here.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-06-20 12:11 pm
Solstice, by Troy Swann PG-13
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: RV/SK but mostly Gen, post Call of the Wild
Length: substantial short-story
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salieri
Author Website: Outside the Box
Why this must be read: Because what happened to Ray Vecchio after Las Vegas is an open question, and this answer is enthralling, and enlarges the world of both Rays and Fraser in a particularly interesting way.
Excerpt:
It was because of Langoustini that Ray learned about the panic bag. He should've got that little bit of wisdom from the Feds, but as it turned out, they were less interested in Ray's timely escape than the mob was in Langoustini's. Vince Defecendis—head of Langoustini's security, 6'5" in bare feet and the approximate weight of a king-cab fully loaded with lumberjacks—brought him the canvas gym bag and told him what to put in it. First, a change of clothes—cheap, but not shabby, and as uninteresting as possible, he said. Think travelling office furniture salesman on the leg home. Then, a .22 because the rounds rattle around inside a body and make less mess. Discreet, like, for when you have to deal with obstacles in small spaces. A credit card in someone else's name, because you can buy a plane ticket with cash, but only if you want the chick at the counter to look up at your face to see what kind of guy carries that much green in a polyester suit. And a passport, also in someone else's name, someone everybody could know and nobody really does. And not too 'ethnic,' Vince said, making rabbit-ear quotation marks in the air with fingers the size of hoagies. Think mayonnaise, Vince said. Think the wallpaper at a two-star hotel. Think that guy in the departure lounge who's normal enough to sit next to and too boring to talk to.
Solstice
Pairing: RV/SK but mostly Gen, post Call of the Wild
Length: substantial short-story
Author on LJ:
salieriAuthor Website: Outside the Box
Why this must be read: Because what happened to Ray Vecchio after Las Vegas is an open question, and this answer is enthralling, and enlarges the world of both Rays and Fraser in a particularly interesting way.
Excerpt:
It was because of Langoustini that Ray learned about the panic bag. He should've got that little bit of wisdom from the Feds, but as it turned out, they were less interested in Ray's timely escape than the mob was in Langoustini's. Vince Defecendis—head of Langoustini's security, 6'5" in bare feet and the approximate weight of a king-cab fully loaded with lumberjacks—brought him the canvas gym bag and told him what to put in it. First, a change of clothes—cheap, but not shabby, and as uninteresting as possible, he said. Think travelling office furniture salesman on the leg home. Then, a .22 because the rounds rattle around inside a body and make less mess. Discreet, like, for when you have to deal with obstacles in small spaces. A credit card in someone else's name, because you can buy a plane ticket with cash, but only if you want the chick at the counter to look up at your face to see what kind of guy carries that much green in a polyester suit. And a passport, also in someone else's name, someone everybody could know and nobody really does. And not too 'ethnic,' Vince said, making rabbit-ear quotation marks in the air with fingers the size of hoagies. Think mayonnaise, Vince said. Think the wallpaper at a two-star hotel. Think that guy in the departure lounge who's normal enough to sit next to and too boring to talk to.
Solstice