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crack_van2010-07-27 07:35 pm
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This is Your Life (NC-17) by china_shop
"Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: RayK/Fraser/Vecchio
Length: 9410 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
china_shop
Author Website: fic here
Why this must be read:
I’m finishing up with another dSSS fic, this one from 2006. It’s post-CotW, with Fraser back in Chicago. He wakes up in the hospital with amnesia… and I won’t spoil it for you. Terrific Fraser POV, with him trying to figure out who he is and where he fits. I love this fic a lot, and cannot believe it’s never been recced here before.china_shop is one of my favorite authors, one whose fic I will read no matter the pairing, or the fandom apparently *cough White Collar fic cough* Pitch perfect voices, just enough angst, and smoking sex. Best of all is the love and affection, both the characters for each other, and the author for the fandom.
This is definitely another story that just makes me happy.
For a moment, when I wake up, I'm sure I'm dead. It's dark and I can hear the echoes of my father telling me how to catch an elk with a fishhook.
Then the darkness lightens and I know I've fallen asleep in a snow drift (my foot is cramped, my shoulders and ribs ache, I need to urinate), but I'm not cold.
Then I smell starch and hear the bustle of nurses and the distant beep beep beep of a heart monitor.
I force my eyes open, command them to focus: a standard issue hospital bed, salmon-colored curtains, my hat on the table by the bed as though it's keeping watch over me. I sit up, and wait for the room to stop spinning before kicking free of the blankets and swinging my legs around. I put my hat on.
Nearby Ray is talking to someone, presumably a doctor. "Next of kin," he says. "Ray Kowalski."
Disoriented as I am, I know he mustn't say that. He's breaking his cover, and whatever has happened, whatever has happened to me, there's surely no excuse to put Ray Vecchio's life at risk.
This is Your Life
I hope that everyone’s enjoyed the ride – it’s been a blast reccing some of my favorite (not already recced) dS stories! In fact, I’ve already started my list for next time. Please, if you’ve enjoyed these half as much as I have, let the authors know.
And think about signing up to take the van for a spin – we could use more drivers!
Pairing: RayK/Fraser/Vecchio
Length: 9410 words
Author on LJ:
china_shopAuthor Website: fic here
Why this must be read:
I’m finishing up with another dSSS fic, this one from 2006. It’s post-CotW, with Fraser back in Chicago. He wakes up in the hospital with amnesia… and I won’t spoil it for you. Terrific Fraser POV, with him trying to figure out who he is and where he fits. I love this fic a lot, and cannot believe it’s never been recced here before.
china_shop is one of my favorite authors, one whose fic I will read no matter the pairing, or the fandom apparently *cough White Collar fic cough* Pitch perfect voices, just enough angst, and smoking sex. Best of all is the love and affection, both the characters for each other, and the author for the fandom.This is definitely another story that just makes me happy.
For a moment, when I wake up, I'm sure I'm dead. It's dark and I can hear the echoes of my father telling me how to catch an elk with a fishhook.
Then the darkness lightens and I know I've fallen asleep in a snow drift (my foot is cramped, my shoulders and ribs ache, I need to urinate), but I'm not cold.
Then I smell starch and hear the bustle of nurses and the distant beep beep beep of a heart monitor.
I force my eyes open, command them to focus: a standard issue hospital bed, salmon-colored curtains, my hat on the table by the bed as though it's keeping watch over me. I sit up, and wait for the room to stop spinning before kicking free of the blankets and swinging my legs around. I put my hat on.
Nearby Ray is talking to someone, presumably a doctor. "Next of kin," he says. "Ray Kowalski."
Disoriented as I am, I know he mustn't say that. He's breaking his cover, and whatever has happened, whatever has happened to me, there's surely no excuse to put Ray Vecchio's life at risk.
This is Your Life
I hope that everyone’s enjoyed the ride – it’s been a blast reccing some of my favorite (not already recced) dS stories! In fact, I’ve already started my list for next time. Please, if you’ve enjoyed these half as much as I have, let the authors know.
And think about signing up to take the van for a spin – we could use more drivers!