Joy fic 1: For sdwolfpup
Here's the first of the requested ficlets.
sdwolfpup asked for an F/V ficlet with the prompt ;sunset'. So here's a G-rated F/V ficlet in which they watch the sunset...
Watching the Sunset
Ray tried not to think about the time. He was even trying not to glance at the sky, just in case he realised he hadn’t been able to get there in time. He’d never been so worried about something that happened everyday but this wasn’t just everyday this was something he had promised Benny.
“We’re late, Ray,” Fraser said.
Ray replied in his traditionally ‘annoyed-at-you-but-love-you’ tone. “We’re not late; it’s still light, see?” Ray dipped his head over the steering wheel to see the sky. It was perhaps looking a little duller.
“Yes, but sunset will occur at exactly seven twenty two PM and it’s seven fifteen PM now. That gives us seven minutes; well six minutes and thirty two seconds, to get to the required location and at our present speed of approximately thirty eight miles an hour it will take us…”
Ray interrupted. The human calculator that was Fraser sometimes gave the math equivalent of an Inuit tale when discussing time. “We’ll be there,” he said, putting his foot down.
“What speed are you doing, Ray?”
Ray noticed Fraser trying to lean over slightly to see the speedometer. He moved over in his seat to block his view. “Never mind. You want to see the sunset we’re going to se the sunset.”
“I’d rather see it without you endangering the lives of several Chicago citizens,” Fraser replied. Ray detected a hint of annoyance on Fraser’s part.
“I ‘m not going to hit anyone,” Ray said, moving the Riv quickly around a pedestrian.
“You just swerved.”
“I did not!” Ray protested. A swerve would have been much more violent. As it was Fraser had barely moved in his seat.
“You did. You just swerved to the left to avoid hitting that Nun.”
‘It would have to have been a nun,’ Ray thought. “Yeah, well you didn’t have Sister Mary Frances shouting at you for forgetting your rosary on a Sunday.”
“You know, Ray, Nuns are just like people too, only more religious.”
Ray gave Fraser a look. He would never understand the fear nuns had instilled in Ray as a child. Sometimes he felt he wore his crucifix so if he ever met a nun they wouldn’t tell him off for not wearing it. For religious people they were very intimidating, far more so than priests. “Trust me, nuns are not human.”
“It doesn’t excuse the fact you risked hitting one.”
Ray ignored that remark; they weren’t going to be late after-all. “Look, we’re nearly there.”
“I should give you a ticket.”
“You can’t ticket me, you’re a Mountie,” Ray said as if one followed the other.
“Contrary to popular belief, Ray, Mounties are quite capable of handing out speeding tickets.”
“In Canada,” Ray pointed out. “And we’re nto in Canada.”
Fraser pouted. “I suppose you’re right.”
Ray pulled the Riv up. They had made it in time. They were situated not far out of Chicago but in a slightly less built up area. This small road, well dirt track, gave a perfect view across various fields to the horizon and the sun beyond. “Come on, we’re here. See?”
Fraser looked about. “It is a lovely spot, Ray.”
“I told you it was.”
“Look, Ray,” Fraser pointed to where the sun was beginning its descent.
“Wow. You know I never bothered watching the sunset. I mean in Chicago it’s not like you can see it but here you can.”
“It’s beautiful, Ray.”
Ray reached for Fraser’s hand and held it. “Yeah it is, Benny.”
For the longest time they sat there, holding hands, watching the sun go down together. Even when the sunset had long since passed they stayed there, looking at the stars and each other, watching the moon rise and sharing a kiss. Just the two them and the dance of the heavens above.
sdwolfpup asked for an F/V ficlet with the prompt ;sunset'. So here's a G-rated F/V ficlet in which they watch the sunset...
Watching the Sunset
Ray tried not to think about the time. He was even trying not to glance at the sky, just in case he realised he hadn’t been able to get there in time. He’d never been so worried about something that happened everyday but this wasn’t just everyday this was something he had promised Benny.
“We’re late, Ray,” Fraser said.
Ray replied in his traditionally ‘annoyed-at-you-but-love-you’ tone. “We’re not late; it’s still light, see?” Ray dipped his head over the steering wheel to see the sky. It was perhaps looking a little duller.
“Yes, but sunset will occur at exactly seven twenty two PM and it’s seven fifteen PM now. That gives us seven minutes; well six minutes and thirty two seconds, to get to the required location and at our present speed of approximately thirty eight miles an hour it will take us…”
Ray interrupted. The human calculator that was Fraser sometimes gave the math equivalent of an Inuit tale when discussing time. “We’ll be there,” he said, putting his foot down.
“What speed are you doing, Ray?”
Ray noticed Fraser trying to lean over slightly to see the speedometer. He moved over in his seat to block his view. “Never mind. You want to see the sunset we’re going to se the sunset.”
“I’d rather see it without you endangering the lives of several Chicago citizens,” Fraser replied. Ray detected a hint of annoyance on Fraser’s part.
“I ‘m not going to hit anyone,” Ray said, moving the Riv quickly around a pedestrian.
“You just swerved.”
“I did not!” Ray protested. A swerve would have been much more violent. As it was Fraser had barely moved in his seat.
“You did. You just swerved to the left to avoid hitting that Nun.”
‘It would have to have been a nun,’ Ray thought. “Yeah, well you didn’t have Sister Mary Frances shouting at you for forgetting your rosary on a Sunday.”
“You know, Ray, Nuns are just like people too, only more religious.”
Ray gave Fraser a look. He would never understand the fear nuns had instilled in Ray as a child. Sometimes he felt he wore his crucifix so if he ever met a nun they wouldn’t tell him off for not wearing it. For religious people they were very intimidating, far more so than priests. “Trust me, nuns are not human.”
“It doesn’t excuse the fact you risked hitting one.”
Ray ignored that remark; they weren’t going to be late after-all. “Look, we’re nearly there.”
“I should give you a ticket.”
“You can’t ticket me, you’re a Mountie,” Ray said as if one followed the other.
“Contrary to popular belief, Ray, Mounties are quite capable of handing out speeding tickets.”
“In Canada,” Ray pointed out. “And we’re nto in Canada.”
Fraser pouted. “I suppose you’re right.”
Ray pulled the Riv up. They had made it in time. They were situated not far out of Chicago but in a slightly less built up area. This small road, well dirt track, gave a perfect view across various fields to the horizon and the sun beyond. “Come on, we’re here. See?”
Fraser looked about. “It is a lovely spot, Ray.”
“I told you it was.”
“Look, Ray,” Fraser pointed to where the sun was beginning its descent.
“Wow. You know I never bothered watching the sunset. I mean in Chicago it’s not like you can see it but here you can.”
“It’s beautiful, Ray.”
Ray reached for Fraser’s hand and held it. “Yeah it is, Benny.”
For the longest time they sat there, holding hands, watching the sun go down together. Even when the sunset had long since passed they stayed there, looking at the stars and each other, watching the moon rise and sharing a kiss. Just the two them and the dance of the heavens above.