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Kowalski and Soul by Brigantine1 (NC-17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 2,600 words
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brigantine1
Author Website: Her Memories
Why this must be read:
RayK is coaching Girl's Little League in between working at the 2-7 and enjoying his (by now established) relationship with Fraser. Then, a brutal murder happens and RayK is at a loss, trying to make sense of the pain and anger he's feeling.
Now, that was a fairly simple description that only encompass one tenth of the reason why this is a must read fic. Whatbrigantine1 has done is to show us the grittiness in RayK's world (because he *is* a cop), the fragility of human life and how the world is never a fair place but how that's not a reason to lose hope. His scenes with Fraser are at once tender (because there is so much love between them) and brutal (because Fraser is at a loss of how to help RayK deal with the gruesome and the fury inside of him).
The ending packs a really good punch asbrigantine1 lets us see RayK breaking down and getting back together again in the most uplifting way possible.
On a warm Tuesday evening Ray is standing on the pitcher's mound of the Girls' Club athletic field, arguing with Audrey Carmichael over the question of a ball or a strike when he told her to throw fast and low, but she decided to throw fast and high, because she was better at fast and high. Which is exactly Ray's point.
He wouldn't be here at all, except that his friend Wendy, who normally coaches the girls' baseball team, needed to go back to Cincinnati to care for her father, who had somehow managed to get himself run over by a bakery truck while he was out jogging early one morning, and Wendy called up Ray at 5:09 a.m. on a Saturday and wheedled, "Pleeeeeeeeeez, they won't have a coach and the team will be cancelled and they're a really good team this year and a great bunch of kids--" and Ray, befuddled by lack of sleep, and distracted by a warm Mountie making sweet little half-awake noises in the bed next to him agreed, "Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever," just to get her to shut up.
But it's okay, because they really are a great bunch of kids, even if they are all girls, and annoying sometimes - especially Audrey, who stands about five feet nothing, and weighs maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, with lots of red hair and the attitude to match.
Ray points both forefingers at her for emphasis. "You need the practice on those low pitches, you diminutive knucklehead! That's why we're all standing out here - so all o' you can practice the stuff you still suck at!"
He hears a soft snort of laughter at his right shoulder, knows their catcher has come out to the mound to see what all the fuss is. Karen Vargas; tall, slender, black hair, black eyes, the older sister of three boys whose father isn't around much.
Audrey juts her chin out at Ray and glares up at him from under the bill of her baseball cap. "Fine. Have it your way." Which is her way of admitting Ray's right.
He bats the cap down over her eyes.
"Asshole."
"Munchkin." Ray grins and saunters back to home plate, Karen easy beside him.
"One of these days," she warns, "Aud's gonna nut you with a fast one just to take you down a peg, then what're you gonna do?"
Ray shrugs, "Cry, probably."
Karen is Audrey's best friend. He suspects they've guessed about him and Fraser, mostly on account of neither of them flirts with Ben when he comes around, which is cool, if a little unsettling. Too shrewd by half, the both of 'em.
Kowalski and Soul
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 2,600 words
Author on LJ:
brigantine1Author Website: Her Memories
Why this must be read:
RayK is coaching Girl's Little League in between working at the 2-7 and enjoying his (by now established) relationship with Fraser. Then, a brutal murder happens and RayK is at a loss, trying to make sense of the pain and anger he's feeling.
Now, that was a fairly simple description that only encompass one tenth of the reason why this is a must read fic. What
brigantine1 has done is to show us the grittiness in RayK's world (because he *is* a cop), the fragility of human life and how the world is never a fair place but how that's not a reason to lose hope. His scenes with Fraser are at once tender (because there is so much love between them) and brutal (because Fraser is at a loss of how to help RayK deal with the gruesome and the fury inside of him). The ending packs a really good punch as
brigantine1 lets us see RayK breaking down and getting back together again in the most uplifting way possible. On a warm Tuesday evening Ray is standing on the pitcher's mound of the Girls' Club athletic field, arguing with Audrey Carmichael over the question of a ball or a strike when he told her to throw fast and low, but she decided to throw fast and high, because she was better at fast and high. Which is exactly Ray's point.
He wouldn't be here at all, except that his friend Wendy, who normally coaches the girls' baseball team, needed to go back to Cincinnati to care for her father, who had somehow managed to get himself run over by a bakery truck while he was out jogging early one morning, and Wendy called up Ray at 5:09 a.m. on a Saturday and wheedled, "Pleeeeeeeeeez, they won't have a coach and the team will be cancelled and they're a really good team this year and a great bunch of kids--" and Ray, befuddled by lack of sleep, and distracted by a warm Mountie making sweet little half-awake noises in the bed next to him agreed, "Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever," just to get her to shut up.
But it's okay, because they really are a great bunch of kids, even if they are all girls, and annoying sometimes - especially Audrey, who stands about five feet nothing, and weighs maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, with lots of red hair and the attitude to match.
Ray points both forefingers at her for emphasis. "You need the practice on those low pitches, you diminutive knucklehead! That's why we're all standing out here - so all o' you can practice the stuff you still suck at!"
He hears a soft snort of laughter at his right shoulder, knows their catcher has come out to the mound to see what all the fuss is. Karen Vargas; tall, slender, black hair, black eyes, the older sister of three boys whose father isn't around much.
Audrey juts her chin out at Ray and glares up at him from under the bill of her baseball cap. "Fine. Have it your way." Which is her way of admitting Ray's right.
He bats the cap down over her eyes.
"Asshole."
"Munchkin." Ray grins and saunters back to home plate, Karen easy beside him.
"One of these days," she warns, "Aud's gonna nut you with a fast one just to take you down a peg, then what're you gonna do?"
Ray shrugs, "Cry, probably."
Karen is Audrey's best friend. He suspects they've guessed about him and Fraser, mostly on account of neither of them flirts with Ben when he comes around, which is cool, if a little unsettling. Too shrewd by half, the both of 'em.
Kowalski and Soul