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On the Fingers of One Hand by Prudence Dearly, PG
Due South may be "closed canon" but it is still a very active fandom; while I was getting stuff together to rec this story (written in October last), its author posted a new story.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Mostly gen, with mentions of Ray Vecchio/Stella Kowalski and Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 2,496 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prudence_dearly
Author Website: no single fic tag, but stories are tagged in her LJ under character names
Why this must be read: Because one of the most interesting questions in post-canon is how Ray Vecchio came back from undercover, how he lost the Bookman and regained his real identity, and this story looks at that hard question in a sensitive, humane way that is ultimately universally applicable to the perplexities of being a human being in a world where time is one-way and inexorable.
My Ma brought me up to thank God for my blessings, even when there weren’t that many – especially then, in fact. “Count your blessings, Raymond, and thank God,” she’d say, and then either slap me upside the head for being a whiney brat, or fold me into a hug if life really had just gone down the toilet.
On the Fingers of One Hand
.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Mostly gen, with mentions of Ray Vecchio/Stella Kowalski and Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 2,496 words
Author on LJ:
prudence_dearlyAuthor Website: no single fic tag, but stories are tagged in her LJ under character names
Why this must be read: Because one of the most interesting questions in post-canon is how Ray Vecchio came back from undercover, how he lost the Bookman and regained his real identity, and this story looks at that hard question in a sensitive, humane way that is ultimately universally applicable to the perplexities of being a human being in a world where time is one-way and inexorable.
My Ma brought me up to thank God for my blessings, even when there weren’t that many – especially then, in fact. “Count your blessings, Raymond, and thank God,” she’d say, and then either slap me upside the head for being a whiney brat, or fold me into a hug if life really had just gone down the toilet.
On the Fingers of One Hand
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