Title: Tears of Rage 4/?
Rated: PG
Spoilers: DMDTR, minor for various other eps
Parings: None
Teaser: When Fraser is killed while saving Ray K's life, the
detective struggles to cope with the Mountie's death
The ride home was very quiet. Ray could tell by looking at
Vecchio's face that he wasn't the only one who felt as if he'd lost a
brother. He knew that the other detective was just as upset and just
as angry as he was at the moment.
Vecchio had been just as close to Fraser as he had been. He was the
one who had befriended Fraser when the Mountie had first come to
Chicago. Vecchio had also taken a bullet for Fraser, to prevent him
from being shot by Muldoon. Ray had always wondered what he would
have done under the same circumstances. He'd always said he'd never
risk his neck for anyone, but as he and Fraser had grown closer, he'd
begun to think that he would have risked his life for the Mountie if
necessary
Ray shook his head."What a day."
"I know," Vecchio answered. "But this isn't the worst of it. You'll
feel it worse tomorrow."
"Yeah," Ray answered. "It's like, we're in shock and it hasn't really
hit yet." He paused a moment, then continued, "But, I guess if he had
to go, at least it was in the line of duty. That's how he'd have
wanted it I think."
"Still, it was senseless," Vecchio answered. "Young man, full of
life, now he's gone. He never had the chance to grow old, have a
family. I used to think that maybe he and the inspector had something
going. He'd never have admitted it, but maybe. Now we'll never know."
"I wouldn't hesitate to say I loved him," Ray added.
Vecchio gave him a kind of `are you crazy `look.
"I don't mean I'm gay or anything….You know, friendship love.
Vecchio nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. I don't know what it
was that was there, really, but it was something, that's for sure."
They reached the apartment, and Ray got out. When he got inside, he
took off his coat and set it and Fraser's Stetson down on the couch.
Next, he took the precaution of moving the turtle to the bedroom to
keep it away from Dief.
As he finished with the turtle, he happened to glance at the
dreamcatcher, which was hanging in the bedroom window. He'd never
thought there'd been anything to Fraser's mumbo-jumbo about it having
magical powers, but it had helped him get over the ghosts of his
teenage embarrassment in front of Stella.
He took the dreamcatcher from the window and walked back into the
living room holding it. He sat down exhaustedly on the couch and Dief
jumped up next to him. As the wolf lay down, Ray picked up Fraser's
Stetson with one hand while still holding the dreamcatcher in the
other.
Ray had never been one to cry very much. He had a brasher, tough guy
image but, at the moment, he couldn't control his pent-up emotions
any longer and he wasn't even sure he wanted to. He was finally alone
and could finally begin to vent his feelings. Tears began to roll
down his cheeks and he began to sob. A few moments later, his cry was
joined by a low, sad-sounding howl and both man and wolf began to
mourn their lost friend.
As he continued crying, memories flooded back. The hectic first
meeting when it had taken all day for Fraser to figure out who this
new 'Vecchio' was. Fraser pretending he was dead. Fraser giving him
asylum in the Canadian Consulate. Fraser blasting them out of that
sinking ship after they almost drowned. It had been then that he felt
he'd truly began to trust Fraser and that Fraser had begun to trust
him.
His thoughts turned to all those months in the Arctic searching for
the Hand of Franklin. Ray couldn't count how many times one of them
had helped the other out of some bind out in the wilderness.
Slowly, Ray's exhausted body began to betray him. He didn't want to
sleep, for fear he'd have nightmares. But his body needed sleep and
he began to drift off. Before long, he was in a light, fitful sleep,
still holding the dreamcatcher in his hands.
"Ray! Ray!" The voice was sudden and startled him. When he didn't
answer, it continued. "Ray, Ray, Ray!"
Ray opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He could see a figure
standing before him in the dimly lit room. He peered into the
darkness and was barely able to make out what appeared to be Fraser.
Rated: PG
Spoilers: DMDTR, minor for various other eps
Parings: None
Teaser: When Fraser is killed while saving Ray K's life, the
detective struggles to cope with the Mountie's death
The ride home was very quiet. Ray could tell by looking at
Vecchio's face that he wasn't the only one who felt as if he'd lost a
brother. He knew that the other detective was just as upset and just
as angry as he was at the moment.
Vecchio had been just as close to Fraser as he had been. He was the
one who had befriended Fraser when the Mountie had first come to
Chicago. Vecchio had also taken a bullet for Fraser, to prevent him
from being shot by Muldoon. Ray had always wondered what he would
have done under the same circumstances. He'd always said he'd never
risk his neck for anyone, but as he and Fraser had grown closer, he'd
begun to think that he would have risked his life for the Mountie if
necessary
Ray shook his head."What a day."
"I know," Vecchio answered. "But this isn't the worst of it. You'll
feel it worse tomorrow."
"Yeah," Ray answered. "It's like, we're in shock and it hasn't really
hit yet." He paused a moment, then continued, "But, I guess if he had
to go, at least it was in the line of duty. That's how he'd have
wanted it I think."
"Still, it was senseless," Vecchio answered. "Young man, full of
life, now he's gone. He never had the chance to grow old, have a
family. I used to think that maybe he and the inspector had something
going. He'd never have admitted it, but maybe. Now we'll never know."
"I wouldn't hesitate to say I loved him," Ray added.
Vecchio gave him a kind of `are you crazy `look.
"I don't mean I'm gay or anything….You know, friendship love.
Vecchio nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. I don't know what it
was that was there, really, but it was something, that's for sure."
They reached the apartment, and Ray got out. When he got inside, he
took off his coat and set it and Fraser's Stetson down on the couch.
Next, he took the precaution of moving the turtle to the bedroom to
keep it away from Dief.
As he finished with the turtle, he happened to glance at the
dreamcatcher, which was hanging in the bedroom window. He'd never
thought there'd been anything to Fraser's mumbo-jumbo about it having
magical powers, but it had helped him get over the ghosts of his
teenage embarrassment in front of Stella.
He took the dreamcatcher from the window and walked back into the
living room holding it. He sat down exhaustedly on the couch and Dief
jumped up next to him. As the wolf lay down, Ray picked up Fraser's
Stetson with one hand while still holding the dreamcatcher in the
other.
Ray had never been one to cry very much. He had a brasher, tough guy
image but, at the moment, he couldn't control his pent-up emotions
any longer and he wasn't even sure he wanted to. He was finally alone
and could finally begin to vent his feelings. Tears began to roll
down his cheeks and he began to sob. A few moments later, his cry was
joined by a low, sad-sounding howl and both man and wolf began to
mourn their lost friend.
As he continued crying, memories flooded back. The hectic first
meeting when it had taken all day for Fraser to figure out who this
new 'Vecchio' was. Fraser pretending he was dead. Fraser giving him
asylum in the Canadian Consulate. Fraser blasting them out of that
sinking ship after they almost drowned. It had been then that he felt
he'd truly began to trust Fraser and that Fraser had begun to trust
him.
His thoughts turned to all those months in the Arctic searching for
the Hand of Franklin. Ray couldn't count how many times one of them
had helped the other out of some bind out in the wilderness.
Slowly, Ray's exhausted body began to betray him. He didn't want to
sleep, for fear he'd have nightmares. But his body needed sleep and
he began to drift off. Before long, he was in a light, fitful sleep,
still holding the dreamcatcher in his hands.
"Ray! Ray!" The voice was sudden and startled him. When he didn't
answer, it continued. "Ray, Ray, Ray!"
Ray opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He could see a figure
standing before him in the dimly lit room. He peered into the
darkness and was barely able to make out what appeared to be Fraser.