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Situation’s Tolerable (R) by Sionnain
Merry Christmas in July! We’ve arrived at another fabulous comm, due South Seekrit Santa ( archive here). I love gift fic/art, and this fandom has an abundance of creativity to share.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski
Length: guesstimate of around 5k
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sionnain
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Why this must be read:
Because no one writes Ray/Ray likesionnain! This was the fic I received last year, and I can’t tell you how often I’ve re-read it. It’s full of wonderfully snarky banter, genuine affection and caring, pop culture references and hotness (including RayK sucking on RayV’s cross!)! Perfectly them, and a joy to read.
The blizzard hit late in the afternoon on Christmas Eve, while they were on their way to the airport to deliver a suspect to the Feds.
Okay, it probably wasn't an actual blizzard--Ray saw so much snow in Canada that anything less than sixteen million feet seemed like a dusting--but the way Vecchio was bitching about it, it sure seemed like the Blizzard of the Century had just shown up in Chicago, intent on destroying them all.
"...and you do know that no one in this city can drive in the snow, don't you? We're probably gonna get stuck on the way home, Kowalski. The snow removal people are actually hamsters, so the roads will be clear by, oh, I don't know, Valentines Day--"
"Vecchio," Ray interrupted, looking over at his partner. "The only two people in this entire city who can drive worth a damn at any time are sitting right here in this car." Ray looked in the rear-view mirror at Richard "try a more creative fake name" Jones. "In the front seat," Ray clarified briefly, lest the scumball thought Ray meant him. Which would be dumb, 'cause if Jones--who was caught by police while trying to flee a bank-robbery--was a better driver, he wouldn't be in the back of Ray's GTO on his way to a special holiday meet-up with the Feds, now, would he? "That's true every day, so the snow isn't really going to change that."
"No, but it'll make all the other drivers even worse," Vecchio grumbled. "And you know what the salt does to the tires on the Riv? Do you? It's not pretty, Kowalski. It'll make you weep."
"Good thing you parked her in the garage, then," Ray said idly, trying to sneakily turn down the heat from surface of the sun to warm, because he was starting to feel like he was in a sauna, here.
"Yeah, but we're supposed to go to Ma's for Christmas dinner!"
Wow, Vecchio must be wound up if he was mentioning Plans They Had Together As Boyfriends in front of the suspect. (Jesus, what was it about Vecchio that made Ray think about things Starting with Capital Letters? It was like being in love with the guy turned Ray's brain into the Chicago Tribune's headline department or something.) "I can drive us, Vecchio, it's okay."
Situation’s Tolerable
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski
Length: guesstimate of around 5k
Author on LJ:
sionnainAuthor Website:
sionnain_ficsWhy this must be read:
Because no one writes Ray/Ray like
sionnain! This was the fic I received last year, and I can’t tell you how often I’ve re-read it. It’s full of wonderfully snarky banter, genuine affection and caring, pop culture references and hotness (including RayK sucking on RayV’s cross!)! Perfectly them, and a joy to read.The blizzard hit late in the afternoon on Christmas Eve, while they were on their way to the airport to deliver a suspect to the Feds.
Okay, it probably wasn't an actual blizzard--Ray saw so much snow in Canada that anything less than sixteen million feet seemed like a dusting--but the way Vecchio was bitching about it, it sure seemed like the Blizzard of the Century had just shown up in Chicago, intent on destroying them all.
"...and you do know that no one in this city can drive in the snow, don't you? We're probably gonna get stuck on the way home, Kowalski. The snow removal people are actually hamsters, so the roads will be clear by, oh, I don't know, Valentines Day--"
"Vecchio," Ray interrupted, looking over at his partner. "The only two people in this entire city who can drive worth a damn at any time are sitting right here in this car." Ray looked in the rear-view mirror at Richard "try a more creative fake name" Jones. "In the front seat," Ray clarified briefly, lest the scumball thought Ray meant him. Which would be dumb, 'cause if Jones--who was caught by police while trying to flee a bank-robbery--was a better driver, he wouldn't be in the back of Ray's GTO on his way to a special holiday meet-up with the Feds, now, would he? "That's true every day, so the snow isn't really going to change that."
"No, but it'll make all the other drivers even worse," Vecchio grumbled. "And you know what the salt does to the tires on the Riv? Do you? It's not pretty, Kowalski. It'll make you weep."
"Good thing you parked her in the garage, then," Ray said idly, trying to sneakily turn down the heat from surface of the sun to warm, because he was starting to feel like he was in a sauna, here.
"Yeah, but we're supposed to go to Ma's for Christmas dinner!"
Wow, Vecchio must be wound up if he was mentioning Plans They Had Together As Boyfriends in front of the suspect. (Jesus, what was it about Vecchio that made Ray think about things Starting with Capital Letters? It was like being in love with the guy turned Ray's brain into the Chicago Tribune's headline department or something.) "I can drive us, Vecchio, it's okay."
Situation’s Tolerable