Lonely No More
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Spoilers: A slight one for Mountie on the Bounty
Warnings: A bit of a song fic
Archive: Please! Just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
Pairings: Fraser/RayK-Soon to be slash. Disclaimer: I own all of them. I just let Alliance think they do.
Authors Notes: I don't own any of the songs (obviously) and the lyrics are used without permission. Sorry if I offended anyone, but between you and me, I don't really think they care. It's just free advertising.
Ray was concerned about Fraser. He hadn't been acting like himself lately. He was acting even more strange than normal lately. Ever since the Henry Ander.er.Allen when Fraser and he'd been offered that transfer back to their regular lives, he'd been silent and even more withdrawn that usual. Since he hadn't been around the precinct lately and no one seemed to know where he was, I had decided to conduct an unofficial stake out, so I waited until Fraser was off duty and left the consulate. Since it had been a while since I'd to tail someone I messed up a couple of times and was almost caught and had to lag behind for awhile in order to stay out of sight. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, but was in reality probably only about half an hour, I saw him enter a bar that had a flashing neon sign that proclaimed they had BEER. Wait a minute. Fraser in a bar? Fraser in a bar when he didn't have to be? Voluntarily? With no case to investigate? That can't be right.
After waiting for a few minutes, I went in and found a back table as I looked for Fraser in the crowd. He walked up the bar tender and started talking with. He obviously knew him by sight because when he saw Fraser he smiled and bent to pick a bottle of water up for him waving him off when he went to pay for it. He laughed as he said something to Fraser who immediately blushed even as he smiled, obviously pleased. He went to sit at the table and watched the stage where a couple of brave souls went up there to sing. After each person was finished, an announcer came up and asked for applause for the people. I couldn't really see why, other than to be polite, as none of the people had anything even approaching real talent. Finally, the announcer got up and said, "Now this man needs no introduction as he is known by pretty much all of ya, but for all the new comers out there, I present.Ben Fraser!" All the people who looked like they were regulars applauded enthusiastically as Fraser walked up the sat on the stool that was placed there for all the guitar players. He began by checking all the strings to make sure that they were perfect then cleared his throat into the mike. "All of you know this song, as it sung by Sarah McLachlan a woman with an amazing voice, but it is also the song I always sing when I come here. So, here it is. It is called Full of Grace."
the winter here's cold, and bitter
it's chilled us to the bone
we haven't seen the sun for weeks
to long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
and I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
oh darkness I feel like letting go
if all of the strength and all of the courage
come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
full of grace
full of grace
my love
so it's better this way, I said
having seen this place before
where everything we said and did
hurts us all the more
its just that we stayed, too long
in the same old sickly skin
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
oh darkness I feel like letting go
if all of the strength
and all of the courage
come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
full of grace
full of grace
my love
Fraser's deep voice added a sadness to the song that told the listeners that here was someone that had felt the pain of being lost, alone and helpless. The silence in the room was complete. A person who started to clap broke the crystal clear silence, and soon the whole room was clapping madly, and a few even gave him a standing ovation. Fraser stood there for a minute and then walked off the stage, ignoring the women who tried to rub up against him, and the men who offered to buy him a drink. With polite nods to people, he was gone. I just sat there till last call thinking about Fraser and all that the song had said and realized it was true. He had not seen the sun for weeks. Not just for weeks, but for years.
The next morning sitting at my desk two lines from the song kept running around in my head: I never thought I could feel so low; oh darkness I feel like letting go. I didn't like the sound of that. In fact, it pretty much petrified me. My best friend was in trouble and I couldn't do anything about it. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey, lou, could I talk to ya for a minute?"
Welsh sighed and waved me in. "What is it detective? What kind of trouble are you and the mountie in now?"
"Naw, it's nothin' like that sir. I'm worried about Fraser, sir"
Welsh looked worried and I had the urge to smile. Whether he knew it or not, Fraser had managed to worm his way into all of the hearts at the precinct. Including, it seemed, into Welsh's. I might just tell that to Fraser just to see his blush and watch him stutter.
"Why, what's wrong"
I handed him a piece of paper with an address on it, "Meet me here, sir, at 8:00 pm"
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"Okay, detective, why are here?"
"Just be patient, sir. You'll see."
Sure enough, three minutes later Fraser walked in carrying his trusty guitar case. A few people got up to sing and left after they were given polite applause. Again, the announcer gets up to introduce Fraser and again the bar fell silent as his deep voice filled the room singing the same haunting song as before. I look over to see Welsh's reaction and do a double take. He is crying as he looks at Fraser, listening to his words as he pours his heart and soul into it. I look at the rest of the people in the bar and realise that there is not a dry eye in the place, including mine. He pauses for a minute as if listening to something and nods his head. He looks up, grins and says "on a lighter note I thought I might try another song. It is by Brian Adams and is called 'Everything I do, I do it for you' Here it goes."
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
Look into my heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you - I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you - Ya I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
This time when I looked around I saw I saw smiles instead of tears. I turned to Welsh to point it out but he had already noticed. Even Welsh had a ghost of a smile. One person (It just happened to be voluptuous blond with a husky voice) stood up and asked for one more song. Fraser, turning almost as red as his uniform, complied with a blues number that pretty much summed up the city and how he felt about it. He began with his usual introduction, only with a blush added. "This song is called neon blue and is by a Canadian blues group named after the lead singer Holly Cole. The band is called Holly Cole Trio.
Neon blue Strike the light through Feeling like a stranger Just passing through Sitting in this downtown hotel room Looking at the view The city takes Its toll out of you Neon blue
Tombstones of tomorrow Cities cry of doom Echoes from the towers Like a ghost wind blowing through an empty room Flashes from the signs on the arcade, 10c off the dollar Its a sweet parade but nothing lasts forever Neon blue
Street lights on the corner Splash their colours on the night Tape decks blaring, kids compare Stories of their flight into everywhere Riding the wires, reaching for the moon.......
Street lights on the corner Splash their colours on the night The men drive by so slowly The deal is always red for gold Midnight in the city is always neon blue.......
The men drive by so slowly The deal is always red for gold Midnight in the city is always neon blue....... Neon blue Neon blue
Ignoring the pleas for more Fraser stood up took his bow and left. Welsh and I trailed behind going back to the precinct. We sat in his office in silence for about ten minutes. Finally I get the nerve to ask the Lou what he thinks the problem is.
"Well, first of all, from the first and last song, I think it's safe to say that Fraser misses his home." Well dah, I think, that's obvious. But I say "What's the second?"
"What?"
"You said 'well, first of all.' What's the second?"
"Detective, if you can't figure that out for your self, then you don't deserve that badge you carry"
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End Chapter One Please, if you have any suggestions as to the rest of the story, I would be glad to consider them, in fact I need them. I have no clue as to where to go with story. Well besides the obvious. Just remember, I live on feedback and reviews. If any one wants to beta this and tell me what I'm doing wrong, go riiiight ahead.
Spoilers: A slight one for Mountie on the Bounty
Warnings: A bit of a song fic
Archive: Please! Just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
Pairings: Fraser/RayK-Soon to be slash. Disclaimer: I own all of them. I just let Alliance think they do.
Authors Notes: I don't own any of the songs (obviously) and the lyrics are used without permission. Sorry if I offended anyone, but between you and me, I don't really think they care. It's just free advertising.
Ray was concerned about Fraser. He hadn't been acting like himself lately. He was acting even more strange than normal lately. Ever since the Henry Ander.er.Allen when Fraser and he'd been offered that transfer back to their regular lives, he'd been silent and even more withdrawn that usual. Since he hadn't been around the precinct lately and no one seemed to know where he was, I had decided to conduct an unofficial stake out, so I waited until Fraser was off duty and left the consulate. Since it had been a while since I'd to tail someone I messed up a couple of times and was almost caught and had to lag behind for awhile in order to stay out of sight. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, but was in reality probably only about half an hour, I saw him enter a bar that had a flashing neon sign that proclaimed they had BEER. Wait a minute. Fraser in a bar? Fraser in a bar when he didn't have to be? Voluntarily? With no case to investigate? That can't be right.
After waiting for a few minutes, I went in and found a back table as I looked for Fraser in the crowd. He walked up the bar tender and started talking with. He obviously knew him by sight because when he saw Fraser he smiled and bent to pick a bottle of water up for him waving him off when he went to pay for it. He laughed as he said something to Fraser who immediately blushed even as he smiled, obviously pleased. He went to sit at the table and watched the stage where a couple of brave souls went up there to sing. After each person was finished, an announcer came up and asked for applause for the people. I couldn't really see why, other than to be polite, as none of the people had anything even approaching real talent. Finally, the announcer got up and said, "Now this man needs no introduction as he is known by pretty much all of ya, but for all the new comers out there, I present.Ben Fraser!" All the people who looked like they were regulars applauded enthusiastically as Fraser walked up the sat on the stool that was placed there for all the guitar players. He began by checking all the strings to make sure that they were perfect then cleared his throat into the mike. "All of you know this song, as it sung by Sarah McLachlan a woman with an amazing voice, but it is also the song I always sing when I come here. So, here it is. It is called Full of Grace."
the winter here's cold, and bitter
it's chilled us to the bone
we haven't seen the sun for weeks
to long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
and I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
oh darkness I feel like letting go
if all of the strength and all of the courage
come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
full of grace
full of grace
my love
so it's better this way, I said
having seen this place before
where everything we said and did
hurts us all the more
its just that we stayed, too long
in the same old sickly skin
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
oh darkness I feel like letting go
if all of the strength
and all of the courage
come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
full of grace
full of grace
my love
Fraser's deep voice added a sadness to the song that told the listeners that here was someone that had felt the pain of being lost, alone and helpless. The silence in the room was complete. A person who started to clap broke the crystal clear silence, and soon the whole room was clapping madly, and a few even gave him a standing ovation. Fraser stood there for a minute and then walked off the stage, ignoring the women who tried to rub up against him, and the men who offered to buy him a drink. With polite nods to people, he was gone. I just sat there till last call thinking about Fraser and all that the song had said and realized it was true. He had not seen the sun for weeks. Not just for weeks, but for years.
The next morning sitting at my desk two lines from the song kept running around in my head: I never thought I could feel so low; oh darkness I feel like letting go. I didn't like the sound of that. In fact, it pretty much petrified me. My best friend was in trouble and I couldn't do anything about it. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey, lou, could I talk to ya for a minute?"
Welsh sighed and waved me in. "What is it detective? What kind of trouble are you and the mountie in now?"
"Naw, it's nothin' like that sir. I'm worried about Fraser, sir"
Welsh looked worried and I had the urge to smile. Whether he knew it or not, Fraser had managed to worm his way into all of the hearts at the precinct. Including, it seemed, into Welsh's. I might just tell that to Fraser just to see his blush and watch him stutter.
"Why, what's wrong"
I handed him a piece of paper with an address on it, "Meet me here, sir, at 8:00 pm"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Okay, detective, why are here?"
"Just be patient, sir. You'll see."
Sure enough, three minutes later Fraser walked in carrying his trusty guitar case. A few people got up to sing and left after they were given polite applause. Again, the announcer gets up to introduce Fraser and again the bar fell silent as his deep voice filled the room singing the same haunting song as before. I look over to see Welsh's reaction and do a double take. He is crying as he looks at Fraser, listening to his words as he pours his heart and soul into it. I look at the rest of the people in the bar and realise that there is not a dry eye in the place, including mine. He pauses for a minute as if listening to something and nods his head. He looks up, grins and says "on a lighter note I thought I might try another song. It is by Brian Adams and is called 'Everything I do, I do it for you' Here it goes."
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
Look into my heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you - I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you - Ya I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
This time when I looked around I saw I saw smiles instead of tears. I turned to Welsh to point it out but he had already noticed. Even Welsh had a ghost of a smile. One person (It just happened to be voluptuous blond with a husky voice) stood up and asked for one more song. Fraser, turning almost as red as his uniform, complied with a blues number that pretty much summed up the city and how he felt about it. He began with his usual introduction, only with a blush added. "This song is called neon blue and is by a Canadian blues group named after the lead singer Holly Cole. The band is called Holly Cole Trio.
Neon blue Strike the light through Feeling like a stranger Just passing through Sitting in this downtown hotel room Looking at the view The city takes Its toll out of you Neon blue
Tombstones of tomorrow Cities cry of doom Echoes from the towers Like a ghost wind blowing through an empty room Flashes from the signs on the arcade, 10c off the dollar Its a sweet parade but nothing lasts forever Neon blue
Street lights on the corner Splash their colours on the night Tape decks blaring, kids compare Stories of their flight into everywhere Riding the wires, reaching for the moon.......
Street lights on the corner Splash their colours on the night The men drive by so slowly The deal is always red for gold Midnight in the city is always neon blue.......
The men drive by so slowly The deal is always red for gold Midnight in the city is always neon blue....... Neon blue Neon blue
Ignoring the pleas for more Fraser stood up took his bow and left. Welsh and I trailed behind going back to the precinct. We sat in his office in silence for about ten minutes. Finally I get the nerve to ask the Lou what he thinks the problem is.
"Well, first of all, from the first and last song, I think it's safe to say that Fraser misses his home." Well dah, I think, that's obvious. But I say "What's the second?"
"What?"
"You said 'well, first of all.' What's the second?"
"Detective, if you can't figure that out for your self, then you don't deserve that badge you carry"
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End Chapter One Please, if you have any suggestions as to the rest of the story, I would be glad to consider them, in fact I need them. I have no clue as to where to go with story. Well besides the obvious. Just remember, I live on feedback and reviews. If any one wants to beta this and tell me what I'm doing wrong, go riiiight ahead.