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Mosaic, Piece by Piece by china_shop (adult)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, past Fraser/Vecchio, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Length: 24k words
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china_shop
Author Website: China's fic can be found on AO3
Why this must be read: This fic features what is quite possibly my most favorite post-show Ray Vecchio ever written. He's lost and alone after his marriage to Stella falls apart, so he heads north to visit Fraser and Kowalski. Vecchio knows it's going to be tricky staying in the guest room of his ex and the next guy, but this Vecchio needs a touchstone to his life before Vegas. Ray sorts out his own feelings about Fraser, realizes he has some surprising feelings about Kowalski, and eventually notices that he's not the only one in this story with a bit inner turmoil. Check out this achingly wonderful fic, and leave some feedback for the author.
Ray woke in the middle of the night. The sky was pale behind the curtains but the old-fashioned alarm clock on the nightstand read quarter to one. The house was quiet and Ray lay back down and tried to figure out what had woken him.
The ceiling creaked above him — footsteps upstairs — and then a door closed and there were muffled voices. Kowalski must have gotten home from work. Ray had been so busy catching up with Fraser about the Muldoon case and Fraser's work and the Florida fiasco that he still didn't know what Kowalski did for a living — security, maybe, though it was hard to imagine what might need an armed guard around here.
Ray waited, breathing as quietly as he could, to see if Fraser was going to spill the beans about them being exes like he'd said he would. Ray couldn't hear what they were saying, but he'd be able to get the gist of Kowalski's reaction. It was embarrassing how much he wanted him to get mad, to make a fuss and maybe even throw Ray out on his ear.
The idea that his thing with Fraser wasn't relevant anymore was like a mosquito bite, stinging and itching even worse than his divorce.
But the voices stopped almost as soon as they'd started, and silence settled over the house like a blanket of snow. Ray braced himself for the sounds of sex, of Fraser and Kowalski getting it on while he lay less than fifteen feet away, alone, middle-aged and divorced for the second time. But nothing happened. It stayed quiet. Either they were doing it like church mice, or they'd fallen asleep together, in each other's arms. Ray wasn't sure which was worse.
Mosaic, Piece by Piece
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, past Fraser/Vecchio, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Length: 24k words
Author on LJ:
china_shopAuthor Website: China's fic can be found on AO3
Why this must be read: This fic features what is quite possibly my most favorite post-show Ray Vecchio ever written. He's lost and alone after his marriage to Stella falls apart, so he heads north to visit Fraser and Kowalski. Vecchio knows it's going to be tricky staying in the guest room of his ex and the next guy, but this Vecchio needs a touchstone to his life before Vegas. Ray sorts out his own feelings about Fraser, realizes he has some surprising feelings about Kowalski, and eventually notices that he's not the only one in this story with a bit inner turmoil. Check out this achingly wonderful fic, and leave some feedback for the author.
Ray woke in the middle of the night. The sky was pale behind the curtains but the old-fashioned alarm clock on the nightstand read quarter to one. The house was quiet and Ray lay back down and tried to figure out what had woken him.
The ceiling creaked above him — footsteps upstairs — and then a door closed and there were muffled voices. Kowalski must have gotten home from work. Ray had been so busy catching up with Fraser about the Muldoon case and Fraser's work and the Florida fiasco that he still didn't know what Kowalski did for a living — security, maybe, though it was hard to imagine what might need an armed guard around here.
Ray waited, breathing as quietly as he could, to see if Fraser was going to spill the beans about them being exes like he'd said he would. Ray couldn't hear what they were saying, but he'd be able to get the gist of Kowalski's reaction. It was embarrassing how much he wanted him to get mad, to make a fuss and maybe even throw Ray out on his ear.
The idea that his thing with Fraser wasn't relevant anymore was like a mosquito bite, stinging and itching even worse than his divorce.
But the voices stopped almost as soon as they'd started, and silence settled over the house like a blanket of snow. Ray braced himself for the sounds of sex, of Fraser and Kowalski getting it on while he lay less than fifteen feet away, alone, middle-aged and divorced for the second time. But nothing happened. It stayed quiet. Either they were doing it like church mice, or they'd fallen asleep together, in each other's arms. Ray wasn't sure which was worse.
Mosaic, Piece by Piece