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'Now Heaven Hath All' by: nos4a2no9 (PG)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH / SLINGS & ARROWS
Pairing: Geoffrey Tennant/Ellen (Fanshaw), Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 1,428
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s fic tag
Why this must be read: This is one of those stories that never fails to make me laugh. The premise of Geoffrey portraying Fraser in a television show is done in both a way that is inspired and entertaining while keeping the characters' personalities intact.
The television show was a remarkably stupid idea.
He’d laughed when the producers had first approached him with the script. Then he’d crushed their cellular phones with the old skull salvaged from the Hamlet set, and chased them from the condemned hallways of his theatre. The cellular ring-tones had been the theme from “East Hastings.” He felt that that was excuse enough.
The aggressive one—Paul—had called back later that evening.
“Just read the script, Geoff,” he’d said, and Geoffrey had bristled. “It’s a good part.”
“It’s a cliché,” he’d replied calmly. “Fuck you kindly, but no.”
“You were born to play-”
Geoffrey hung up.
Now Heaven Hath All
Pairing: Geoffrey Tennant/Ellen (Fanshaw), Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 1,428
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s fic tag
Why this must be read: This is one of those stories that never fails to make me laugh. The premise of Geoffrey portraying Fraser in a television show is done in both a way that is inspired and entertaining while keeping the characters' personalities intact.
The television show was a remarkably stupid idea.
He’d laughed when the producers had first approached him with the script. Then he’d crushed their cellular phones with the old skull salvaged from the Hamlet set, and chased them from the condemned hallways of his theatre. The cellular ring-tones had been the theme from “East Hastings.” He felt that that was excuse enough.
The aggressive one—Paul—had called back later that evening.
“Just read the script, Geoff,” he’d said, and Geoffrey had bristled. “It’s a good part.”
“It’s a cliché,” he’d replied calmly. “Fuck you kindly, but no.”
“You were born to play-”
Geoffrey hung up.
Now Heaven Hath All