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The Question of Ghosts (R) by arrow00
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 6735 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arrow00
Author Website: http://arrow00.livejournal.com/ (links to fics on the left)
Why this must be read:
I’m taking a detour off the comm path to rec this fantastic story. It’s heartbreaking, but hopeful. There’s a major character death that happens prior to the story, but this is due South – is death really the end?
Gorgeously painful in spots, and terrifically characterized throughout, I’ve read this story more times than I can count. I was shocked that it hadn’t been recced before, and am mightily pleased to rec it now.
It didn't matter, Fraser thought, if sometimes the flicker of Ray's reflection graced the curve of his water glass, or if Ray's distinctive outline wavered in the heat from the fire. It didn’t matter if Diefenbaker's eyes tracked a shadow that Fraser couldn't see, a shadow that seemed to dance soundlessly across the uneven panels of wood that made the humble cabin's floor.
It didn't matter, really, because Fraser didn't need to be considered sane here. Not within the four walls of this cabin, and Ray's ghost never appeared at the detachment offices or out on the trail.
Truthfully, Fraser welcomed the flitting, hesitant reminders, even though they signified something more than a little awful—that Ray was somehow trapped in the borderland, unable to move on. Why should he be? He'd lived an honorable life, had died a noble and self-sacrificing death.
The son of a bitch.
The Question of Ghosts
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 6735 words
Author on LJ:
arrow00Author Website: http://arrow00.livejournal.com/ (links to fics on the left)
Why this must be read:
I’m taking a detour off the comm path to rec this fantastic story. It’s heartbreaking, but hopeful. There’s a major character death that happens prior to the story, but this is due South – is death really the end?
Gorgeously painful in spots, and terrifically characterized throughout, I’ve read this story more times than I can count. I was shocked that it hadn’t been recced before, and am mightily pleased to rec it now.
It didn't matter, Fraser thought, if sometimes the flicker of Ray's reflection graced the curve of his water glass, or if Ray's distinctive outline wavered in the heat from the fire. It didn’t matter if Diefenbaker's eyes tracked a shadow that Fraser couldn't see, a shadow that seemed to dance soundlessly across the uneven panels of wood that made the humble cabin's floor.
It didn't matter, really, because Fraser didn't need to be considered sane here. Not within the four walls of this cabin, and Ray's ghost never appeared at the detachment offices or out on the trail.
Truthfully, Fraser welcomed the flitting, hesitant reminders, even though they signified something more than a little awful—that Ray was somehow trapped in the borderland, unable to move on. Why should he be? He'd lived an honorable life, had died a noble and self-sacrificing death.
The son of a bitch.
The Question of Ghosts