Hey, this is my first due south fic.
Set after Asylum in series 3, it's a slash so if you don't like, don't read. Also, it starts off mild but may well be an M by the end so don't get lulled into a false sense of security if you dislike mann on mann :)
PLEAAASSSE review!
Ta xx
Ray leaned back on the sofa and nursed his beer, his eyes never leaving the TV screen, no way was he gonna miss the game! He pushed his shoes off and crossed his feet on the table, ignoring the shuffling beside him which indicated Fraser's disapproval of this action. Ray started the internal countdown until Fraser's next 'helpful suggestion'.
3..2..1..and.. "You know, Ray, pushing your shoes off your feet like that may actually really damage them. The shoes, that is." Fraser begun.
Ray suppressed an internal eye roll, instead choosing to actually physically roll his eyes, sigh and begin with an eloquent, "What Fraser? I'm a man and I'ma take my shoes off any way I want."
A stubborn glint entered his partner's eyes, "Well, that may be so Ray. But I fail to see how being a man has anything to do with an inability to correctly remove certain items of clothing. Although, having said that, I did once happen to know a young boy by the name of Oliver Lowther who, on more than one occasion, used to.."
"Fraser! I don't care!"
"Ah." And so the conversation ended as suddenly as it had begun.
Silence lapped around them again for a short while, before a news bulletin flashed up, showing a very irritable Kayhill being led away to a police car, whilst a proud Constable Benton Fraser and Inspector Walsh looked on from the steps of the Canadian consulate. It then flicked to a zoomed-in view of Ray walking away from the camera, whilst looking off to his left. Ray briefly recalled this being his revisit to the alleyway, to show where his attacker had initially concealed himself, but to the uninformed viewer he was aware he probably looked like a thug.
Fraser clearly also noticed this, as he took the chance to comment, "It's strange how the media choose a set persona for each person they come across. Ordinary people seem to be turned into characters from books in the eyes of reporters."
"Yeah, well they were pushing the idea of me as a thug all through the case; too late to change tune now. Easier for 'em just to say I was a strong suspect, but turns out I'm just an innocent tough-guy."
The reporter talking over the image was speaking about Ray's 'past affiliations with the gangster community, particularly one young boy, later suspected of murder, for whom he acted as a boxing coach.'
The TV screen pinged out of life as Ray hit the stand-by on the remote, glaring at the screen, "He was innocent!" Ray could barely hide his outrage, "They're making me out like I'm some gang land cop who lets his pals off the hook for murder! Great! Just what I need right now."
"Well I fail to see how this could be beneficial to you Ray." Fraser chirped up in an enquiring tone, "Surely if anything it must be.."
"Fraser! I'm being ironical." Ray sighed, "Let's just thank God they didn't see what went down in that alley before the shooting, 'cos I'm telling you Fraser it would not help my case right now!" He smirked to himself, turning his gaze back toward the blank TV.
"Ah, uhm Ray?"
"Yeah Fraser?" Ray saw Fraser clicking his neck and rubbing his eyebrow out of the corner of his eye. The internal countdown started again.
"What, uhm.. That is.. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly did 'go down' in that alleyway?" Fraser took a slight breath in, waiting for the reply. He didn't know what he expected Ray to say; they had fought, Ray had shouted and become irritable, anything really, anything except the reply he got.
"Aw y'know Frase, just a bit of idle chat, and a harmless flirt with eachother."
"A flirt?" Fraser looked at Ray in confusion, "Did I mishear that Ray?"
T.B.C. sorry! the first chappy is just setting the scene, I swear this gets more exciting xD