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Entry tags:
DS: Good Samaritans
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray V
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: Fraser was too kind for his own good. Timeline here.
"You call this a date?"
"I'm sorry, Ray," Fraser said, looking a little abashed, and Ray rolled his eyes.
"Hurry up and get back in the car. And I am not stopping. Not for a road accident, not for a troop of horses to pass, not for a full blown crime played out two inches from my front bumper. Okay?"
"I quite understand," Fraser said, sliding into the car as Ray slammed his own door. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, yeah. We are going to get a pizza, and then we're going to watch a movie at your place, and you are not going to tell me that you don't have a tv, because I don't want to hear it."
"Ray..."
"Damn it, Benny, no phone, no tv, how many years behind the times are you?"
"I'm sorry, Ray," he said, quietly, again, and Ray sighed, putting his foot down hard on the accelerator.
"And I don't want to hear that I'm speeding, either," he said, just as Fraser opened his mouth. "Or that I just passed a red light. I know. We'll pick up my tv and hook it up at your place for the evening."
Fraser kept his mouth shut, but they were both smiling.
"Ray, would you please...?"
"Benny, I can't see that old lady. I have no idea that she's there, and therefore I am not stopping, just like I said." Ray pulled in, stopping the car by the pavement. "Now get out of the car, help her across the road, and get back in here quickly."
"Thank you kindly, Ray," Fraser said, tipping his hat, and Ray sighed loudly, wondering why he'd let the Mountie get such a hold on his heart.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray V
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: Fraser was too kind for his own good. Timeline here.
"You call this a date?"
"I'm sorry, Ray," Fraser said, looking a little abashed, and Ray rolled his eyes.
"Hurry up and get back in the car. And I am not stopping. Not for a road accident, not for a troop of horses to pass, not for a full blown crime played out two inches from my front bumper. Okay?"
"I quite understand," Fraser said, sliding into the car as Ray slammed his own door. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, yeah. We are going to get a pizza, and then we're going to watch a movie at your place, and you are not going to tell me that you don't have a tv, because I don't want to hear it."
"Ray..."
"Damn it, Benny, no phone, no tv, how many years behind the times are you?"
"I'm sorry, Ray," he said, quietly, again, and Ray sighed, putting his foot down hard on the accelerator.
"And I don't want to hear that I'm speeding, either," he said, just as Fraser opened his mouth. "Or that I just passed a red light. I know. We'll pick up my tv and hook it up at your place for the evening."
Fraser kept his mouth shut, but they were both smiling.
"Ray, would you please...?"
"Benny, I can't see that old lady. I have no idea that she's there, and therefore I am not stopping, just like I said." Ray pulled in, stopping the car by the pavement. "Now get out of the car, help her across the road, and get back in here quickly."
"Thank you kindly, Ray," Fraser said, tipping his hat, and Ray sighed loudly, wondering why he'd let the Mountie get such a hold on his heart.