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DS: Company
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: They missed each other more than they'd expected. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lemon_advent.
"I bet they even have snow out there. I mean, there was enough of it even when Fraser claimed the temperature was, uh, moderate. So it'll be snowing up there now, right?" Ray threw another file on the pile that Frannie was holding. "Here, it's just miserable. And raining. It's supposed to snow at Christmas."
"Maybe he'll come and see you, since it's Christmas," she said, brightly. Too brightly. Sometimes, he was glad they weren't really family, so he didn't have to put up with her. "And a little precipitation never hurt anyone."
"Maybe who will come and see me?" Ray asked, scowling. Frannie grabbed another file from his desk when he showed no sign of handing it over, rolling his eyes at him.
"Fraser, of course."
"He's too busy helping old ladies cross a glacier or something," he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. He threw another file onto the collection in Frannie's arms, hunting around his desk for a pencil to make a note on a piece of paper. Damn mountie'd been spoiling him, when he was around. There'd somehow never been a lack of sharpened pencils right there in the pot. Frannie rolled her eyes at him and swept off, muttering something about grown men acting like babies.
Ray ignored her.
It was Christmas Eve. And he was going to be the last one to leave the station. Not that he wanted to stay, but it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. The Vecchios both cleared off as soon as Frannie was done collecting up the mountain of files she needed -- arguing as they went about who would drive: Vecchio swearing up and down that she'd never drive his precious car after what she'd done to it last week.
And then there was silence. Ray pushed his chair back, swung his feet up to land on the desk with a satisfying thump, and sprawled, closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch the annoying flicker of the coloured lights that'd been strung everywhere. Frannie's idea, of course.
"It's not that I miss him all that much," Ray said, to his desk, to the empty station. "It was all about keeping warm, not... But he'd have been as alone as me, here in Chicago. We coulda kept each other company."
"It wasn't all that lively back in Canada, you know," someone said, just behind him, and even though he knew even as he near tumbled off his chair who it'd be, he still did it anyway, still span round with indignance in his eyes.
"Christ! How can you sneak up on anyone wearing those boots, Fraser?"
"It's a matter of -- "
"Oh, shut up, I don't really want to know." Ray got to his feet, keeping his distance for a moment. "It's been a while."
"I missed you," Fraser said, seriously. Ray swore to god he didn't have tears pricking his eyes like a girl, even as he grabbed Fraser and hugged him tightly. He let that say it all: no point in speaking aloud when Fraser was such an expert in body language -- his, anyway. He made an awkward half-move to kiss Fraser, and then thought better of it, stepping back to play the reunion game properly.
"Is there snow, back in Canada?"
"Far too much of it."
Ray couldn't help grinning again, even though Fraser only smiled. "You? Complaining about the snow? Man, Fraser, you got way too citified."
Fraser shrugged, awkwardly now, ill at ease with what he was trying to say. Ray could see that in the slope of his shoulders, the tightness of his mouth: he'd got to be an expert in Fraser's body language too, after all. "Maybe I just got used to... sharing the snow with someone."
"You really have missed me, haven't you?" Ray stretched a little, leaning back against his desk. "I guess you're not coming back to Chicago."
"I -- "
"At least, you'd rather be in Canada, right? Don't say a thing, just nod or shake." Ray raised an eyebrow, and Fraser, hesitantly, nodded. Ray took a step closer. "Right. Well, I don't really miss Canada, but I don't like Chicago that much either. Nothing here for me, nowadays, especially not with Vecchio and Stella... So maybe you should ask me to come and stay in Canada with you -- and you know, I'd've stayed before if you'd asked."
Ray wasn't sure what it was he saw in Fraser's face just then: relief, maybe. "Ray, would you like to come and stay with me in Canada?"
He did kiss him, then.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: They missed each other more than they'd expected. For
lemon_advent."I bet they even have snow out there. I mean, there was enough of it even when Fraser claimed the temperature was, uh, moderate. So it'll be snowing up there now, right?" Ray threw another file on the pile that Frannie was holding. "Here, it's just miserable. And raining. It's supposed to snow at Christmas."
"Maybe he'll come and see you, since it's Christmas," she said, brightly. Too brightly. Sometimes, he was glad they weren't really family, so he didn't have to put up with her. "And a little precipitation never hurt anyone."
"Maybe who will come and see me?" Ray asked, scowling. Frannie grabbed another file from his desk when he showed no sign of handing it over, rolling his eyes at him.
"Fraser, of course."
"He's too busy helping old ladies cross a glacier or something," he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. He threw another file onto the collection in Frannie's arms, hunting around his desk for a pencil to make a note on a piece of paper. Damn mountie'd been spoiling him, when he was around. There'd somehow never been a lack of sharpened pencils right there in the pot. Frannie rolled her eyes at him and swept off, muttering something about grown men acting like babies.
Ray ignored her.
It was Christmas Eve. And he was going to be the last one to leave the station. Not that he wanted to stay, but it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. The Vecchios both cleared off as soon as Frannie was done collecting up the mountain of files she needed -- arguing as they went about who would drive: Vecchio swearing up and down that she'd never drive his precious car after what she'd done to it last week.
And then there was silence. Ray pushed his chair back, swung his feet up to land on the desk with a satisfying thump, and sprawled, closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch the annoying flicker of the coloured lights that'd been strung everywhere. Frannie's idea, of course.
"It's not that I miss him all that much," Ray said, to his desk, to the empty station. "It was all about keeping warm, not... But he'd have been as alone as me, here in Chicago. We coulda kept each other company."
"It wasn't all that lively back in Canada, you know," someone said, just behind him, and even though he knew even as he near tumbled off his chair who it'd be, he still did it anyway, still span round with indignance in his eyes.
"Christ! How can you sneak up on anyone wearing those boots, Fraser?"
"It's a matter of -- "
"Oh, shut up, I don't really want to know." Ray got to his feet, keeping his distance for a moment. "It's been a while."
"I missed you," Fraser said, seriously. Ray swore to god he didn't have tears pricking his eyes like a girl, even as he grabbed Fraser and hugged him tightly. He let that say it all: no point in speaking aloud when Fraser was such an expert in body language -- his, anyway. He made an awkward half-move to kiss Fraser, and then thought better of it, stepping back to play the reunion game properly.
"Is there snow, back in Canada?"
"Far too much of it."
Ray couldn't help grinning again, even though Fraser only smiled. "You? Complaining about the snow? Man, Fraser, you got way too citified."
Fraser shrugged, awkwardly now, ill at ease with what he was trying to say. Ray could see that in the slope of his shoulders, the tightness of his mouth: he'd got to be an expert in Fraser's body language too, after all. "Maybe I just got used to... sharing the snow with someone."
"You really have missed me, haven't you?" Ray stretched a little, leaning back against his desk. "I guess you're not coming back to Chicago."
"I -- "
"At least, you'd rather be in Canada, right? Don't say a thing, just nod or shake." Ray raised an eyebrow, and Fraser, hesitantly, nodded. Ray took a step closer. "Right. Well, I don't really miss Canada, but I don't like Chicago that much either. Nothing here for me, nowadays, especially not with Vecchio and Stella... So maybe you should ask me to come and stay in Canada with you -- and you know, I'd've stayed before if you'd asked."
Ray wasn't sure what it was he saw in Fraser's face just then: relief, maybe. "Ray, would you like to come and stay with me in Canada?"
He did kiss him, then.