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After the Nile by joandarck (NC-17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: ~260k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
joandarck
Author Website: LJ Fic Index
Why this must be read:
Because this is an incredible fic, and if I managed to remain unaware of its existence for four years, maybe there are others out there who haven't read it either! Also, this fic reminded me exactly why I'm never leaving due South fandom ever - how could I when fic like this might appear?
Joandarck's characterization is fantastic, with a Fraser who sounds astonishingly like canon!Fraser. Or at least the way I see canon!Fraser. In fact, her characterization of him was so spot on that I spent most of the fic even more intent on him than on RayK, which is honestly kind of amazing and doesn't happen all that often.
And speaking of RayK, damn is he portrayed well here. Again, he just matched up perfectly with how I see canon!RayK, and his dialogue/narration sounded very true to his character. And really, I think that's an enormous accomplishment in this fandom. Both of these characters have such distinctive voices that I truly admire anyone who can do them well.
Then there's the story, which unfolds at a gradual, believable pace with just enough half-truths and injustice woven in to stave off the inevitable resolution for about 260k. In essence: total paradise.
"We're not partners any more, Fraser."
Ray's voice was calm as he struggled along, pacing Fraser by the side of the sled, his gait still awkward that second day, but no longer the same inefficient protest against the very concept of snow.
"What? Of course we are."
"No. You, being a Mountie, up here. Me, a cop, in Chicago. Not partners."
Fraser raised his eyebrows and digested it. "All right. I suppose you have a point. Very well. For now then we're merely two men, in a voluntary association, to... pursue a quest for the Hand of Franklin. We're explorers."
"We're not explorers. Maybe you're an explorer. I'm a dumb flatfoot who couldn't find his ass with both hands."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Ray."
"What's that?"
"Fat." He flourished the well-wrapped bundle. "More precisely, blubber. Muktuk, as the locals call it. A very efficient form of calorie transfer. You'll need to build up a seasonal layer of subcutaneous insulation, similar to my own."
"Yeah. Come again in English?"
"Your... ass. You need to be able to find it."
After the Nile
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: ~260k
Author on LJ:
joandarckAuthor Website: LJ Fic Index
Why this must be read:
Because this is an incredible fic, and if I managed to remain unaware of its existence for four years, maybe there are others out there who haven't read it either! Also, this fic reminded me exactly why I'm never leaving due South fandom ever - how could I when fic like this might appear?
Joandarck's characterization is fantastic, with a Fraser who sounds astonishingly like canon!Fraser. Or at least the way I see canon!Fraser. In fact, her characterization of him was so spot on that I spent most of the fic even more intent on him than on RayK, which is honestly kind of amazing and doesn't happen all that often.
And speaking of RayK, damn is he portrayed well here. Again, he just matched up perfectly with how I see canon!RayK, and his dialogue/narration sounded very true to his character. And really, I think that's an enormous accomplishment in this fandom. Both of these characters have such distinctive voices that I truly admire anyone who can do them well.
Then there's the story, which unfolds at a gradual, believable pace with just enough half-truths and injustice woven in to stave off the inevitable resolution for about 260k. In essence: total paradise.
"We're not partners any more, Fraser."
Ray's voice was calm as he struggled along, pacing Fraser by the side of the sled, his gait still awkward that second day, but no longer the same inefficient protest against the very concept of snow.
"What? Of course we are."
"No. You, being a Mountie, up here. Me, a cop, in Chicago. Not partners."
Fraser raised his eyebrows and digested it. "All right. I suppose you have a point. Very well. For now then we're merely two men, in a voluntary association, to... pursue a quest for the Hand of Franklin. We're explorers."
"We're not explorers. Maybe you're an explorer. I'm a dumb flatfoot who couldn't find his ass with both hands."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Ray."
"What's that?"
"Fat." He flourished the well-wrapped bundle. "More precisely, blubber. Muktuk, as the locals call it. A very efficient form of calorie transfer. You'll need to build up a seasonal layer of subcutaneous insulation, similar to my own."
"Yeah. Come again in English?"
"Your... ass. You need to be able to find it."
After the Nile
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