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Bandom/Due South (Mature)
Title: Only Going One Way by jjtaylor & ataratah
Pairing: Gerard/Frank, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, implied Mikey/Pete
Length: 73,100 words
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jjtaylor & ataratah
Author Website: jjtaylor on AO3 & ataratah on AO3
Why this must be read:
Gerard's a Mountie who comes to Chicago looking for his brother, Frank's a Chicago cop who's doing his first non-undercover job in ages.
An absolutely fabulous Due South crossover fusion. I've never been into the show (buddy shows aren't really my thing) but I love all sorts of crossovers and this is one of the best in the genre I've read in a very long time. The way the bandom boys have been integrated into the Due South universe and the way the personal connections and backstories crisscross, all makes for a wonderfully rich universe. I also loved the characterisations, cooking as the outlet for Gerard's creativity instead of art and music, the way Gerard related to Mikey and to Brian and of course to Frank. A totally engrossing read that no-one should miss.
Excerpt from the story:
Once alone in the kitchen at the Consulate, in as familiar territory as it gets, Gerard lets out a sigh of relief, only to suck it back in again when he turns and comes face to face with his dead grandmother.
"Fuck!" Gerard says. "You know I hate it when you sneak up behind me."
"Watch your language," Elena scolds. "Good lord, what kind of Mountie are you? In my day, being a Mountie meant something. Not haring off at the drop of a hat and cursing up a storm."
Gerard lowers his voice to a whisper, "Look, you know I need to find Mikey -"
"I told you - Michael is fine!" she says, hands on her insubstantial, jeans-clad hips.
"You're just a figment of my imagination - how can you know whether or not Mikey is okay?" Gerard protests, deciding to ignore her in favor of the checking the poorly-stocked cabinets that line one side of the kitchen.
"Maybe this is why I've been left to wander the earth," Elena muses. "One grandson doesn't know how to leave reassuring voice mails, and the other can't even recognize a ghost when she takes time out of her busy afterlife to give advice."
"Speaking of advice," Gerard says, changing the subject. He's found that Elena, though just a hallucination obviously brought on by his multitude of unresolved issues, can ramble on just as long, and just as randomly as she ever had when she was alive. Normally it's comforting in a weird way, a little like she's not really gone, and so he just lets her talk while he does something else and tries not to look crazy. But not when he's supposed to be making dinner for ten people, and can only find a jar of red peppers and a half-empty bag of rice. Actually, his grandmother would know just what to do in this sort of situation. "I have to make a dinner for ten -"
"Ten people?" She asks, instantly alert and interested, "What have we got?" She demands, and rolls up her sleeves.
Only Going One Way
Pairing: Gerard/Frank, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, implied Mikey/Pete
Length: 73,100 words
Author on LJ:
jjtaylor & ataratahAuthor Website: jjtaylor on AO3 & ataratah on AO3
Why this must be read:
Gerard's a Mountie who comes to Chicago looking for his brother, Frank's a Chicago cop who's doing his first non-undercover job in ages.
An absolutely fabulous Due South crossover fusion. I've never been into the show (buddy shows aren't really my thing) but I love all sorts of crossovers and this is one of the best in the genre I've read in a very long time. The way the bandom boys have been integrated into the Due South universe and the way the personal connections and backstories crisscross, all makes for a wonderfully rich universe. I also loved the characterisations, cooking as the outlet for Gerard's creativity instead of art and music, the way Gerard related to Mikey and to Brian and of course to Frank. A totally engrossing read that no-one should miss.
Excerpt from the story:
Once alone in the kitchen at the Consulate, in as familiar territory as it gets, Gerard lets out a sigh of relief, only to suck it back in again when he turns and comes face to face with his dead grandmother.
"Fuck!" Gerard says. "You know I hate it when you sneak up behind me."
"Watch your language," Elena scolds. "Good lord, what kind of Mountie are you? In my day, being a Mountie meant something. Not haring off at the drop of a hat and cursing up a storm."
Gerard lowers his voice to a whisper, "Look, you know I need to find Mikey -"
"I told you - Michael is fine!" she says, hands on her insubstantial, jeans-clad hips.
"You're just a figment of my imagination - how can you know whether or not Mikey is okay?" Gerard protests, deciding to ignore her in favor of the checking the poorly-stocked cabinets that line one side of the kitchen.
"Maybe this is why I've been left to wander the earth," Elena muses. "One grandson doesn't know how to leave reassuring voice mails, and the other can't even recognize a ghost when she takes time out of her busy afterlife to give advice."
"Speaking of advice," Gerard says, changing the subject. He's found that Elena, though just a hallucination obviously brought on by his multitude of unresolved issues, can ramble on just as long, and just as randomly as she ever had when she was alive. Normally it's comforting in a weird way, a little like she's not really gone, and so he just lets her talk while he does something else and tries not to look crazy. But not when he's supposed to be making dinner for ten people, and can only find a jar of red peppers and a half-empty bag of rice. Actually, his grandmother would know just what to do in this sort of situation. "I have to make a dinner for ten -"
"Ten people?" She asks, instantly alert and interested, "What have we got?" She demands, and rolls up her sleeves.
Only Going One Way