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Keeping Kowalski, by Brigantine (PG-13)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio
Length: 11,000 words
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brigantine1
Author Website: Fic on AO3
Why this must be read:
I am a sucker for funny, angst-free Kowalski/Vecchio stories, and this is one of my favorites. Put-upon Vecchio is forced to come over to Kowalski's apartment every morning to help him put in his contact lenses (for reasons of self-preservation). As they find their footing as partners--to Welsh's delight--Vecchio finds himself taking more care of Kowalski with each passing day. Kowalski is an adorable mess who wants to save everyone, and Vecchio's developing a serious crush on him. The banter, the cases, Welsh being Welsh--make this a very due South-esque story, and one that makes me smile each time I read it.
Selecting something for the preview is easy, because there's so much worth quoting. And difficult, for the same reason.
Kowalski shuffled irritatedly and rubbed at the back of his neck, scowling down at the messy top of his desk. He mumbled a string of consonants that sounded like it ended in "ice bags."
Ray made a game attempt at translation. "They hurt your eyes?"
"No," Kowalski groused, "No, they do not hurt my eyes, I just... " He grimaced fiercely at the wall, at his desk, at Ray - who was immune to fierce grimacing post-Vegas and post-Stella, thanks - and then confessed, "I got a thing about touching my own eyeballs."
By the time Ray stopped laughing he had a split lip, Kowalski had a bloody nose, Huey and Dewey were paying off bets in favor of Kowalski, those jerks, and Ray had promised to help Kowalski put in his contacts every morning. It was, Ray swore to himself after he'd taken a moment to think about that and wonder if he'd finally lost his mind, a necessary act of self-preservation. It was bad enough that the forces of Evil wanted to kill him. Ray did not want, "Shot accidentally by his myopic partner in the heat of battle" written on his tombstone. He didn't want it written anywhere, if he could help it.
You'll find Keeping Kowalski on LJ and AO3, and please don't forget to leave feedback for the author.
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio
Length: 11,000 words
Author on LJ:
brigantine1Author Website: Fic on AO3
Why this must be read:
I am a sucker for funny, angst-free Kowalski/Vecchio stories, and this is one of my favorites. Put-upon Vecchio is forced to come over to Kowalski's apartment every morning to help him put in his contact lenses (for reasons of self-preservation). As they find their footing as partners--to Welsh's delight--Vecchio finds himself taking more care of Kowalski with each passing day. Kowalski is an adorable mess who wants to save everyone, and Vecchio's developing a serious crush on him. The banter, the cases, Welsh being Welsh--make this a very due South-esque story, and one that makes me smile each time I read it.
Selecting something for the preview is easy, because there's so much worth quoting. And difficult, for the same reason.
Kowalski shuffled irritatedly and rubbed at the back of his neck, scowling down at the messy top of his desk. He mumbled a string of consonants that sounded like it ended in "ice bags."
Ray made a game attempt at translation. "They hurt your eyes?"
"No," Kowalski groused, "No, they do not hurt my eyes, I just... " He grimaced fiercely at the wall, at his desk, at Ray - who was immune to fierce grimacing post-Vegas and post-Stella, thanks - and then confessed, "I got a thing about touching my own eyeballs."
By the time Ray stopped laughing he had a split lip, Kowalski had a bloody nose, Huey and Dewey were paying off bets in favor of Kowalski, those jerks, and Ray had promised to help Kowalski put in his contacts every morning. It was, Ray swore to himself after he'd taken a moment to think about that and wonder if he'd finally lost his mind, a necessary act of self-preservation. It was bad enough that the forces of Evil wanted to kill him. Ray did not want, "Shot accidentally by his myopic partner in the heat of battle" written on his tombstone. He didn't want it written anywhere, if he could help it.
You'll find Keeping Kowalski on LJ and AO3, and please don't forget to leave feedback for the author.
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