Interruptions Challenge by Aingeal
Title: Once Upon a Nightmare
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Summary: All Ray wants is a quiet night in bed with Fraser but he didn't count on his son having trouble with monsters.
Notes: Part of the Bobbyverse but stands on its own. I am calling this 'the fic my computer hates' as it crashed 4 times when writing, twice when editing and once when posting. Huge thanks to the lovely prudence_dearly for her beta work and comma wrangling.
Once Upon a Nightmare
Ray was aware of Fraser watching him as he shrugged into his pyjamas. Yes, in theory Fraser was actually reading a book on the philosophy of currency watermarking in the 19th century (or something similar), but it was clear he was actually watching Ray get changed for bed. Not that Ray could blame him - he was, after-all, leaving his pyjama bottoms untied.
It was nice and warm as he climbed into bed. Fraser was already putting his book down and moving just that little bit into Ray's side. It was just the two of them. Bobby was asleep in bed and now it was time for his parents to have some time to themselves, together. They had in fact planned this for a couple of days but they at least pretended to be spontaneous as Ray leaned in to kiss Fraser.
There were some things that had got better with age and kissing Fraser was one of them. Especially as Ray was now wise to exactly what Fraser could do with his tongue given the opportunity and Ray was all about giving opportunities as he put an arm around Fraser and pulled him closer.
They stayed like that for awhile, like two teenagers having their first make out session. Warm hands ran across pyjamas, not yet bothering to take them off. Moments like these had to be savoured. Things were just getting interesting, Fraser had just worked his way his way into Ray's deliberately loose pyjama bottoms, when they were interrupted by a small voice at the door.
“Dad? Papa?”
Ray pulled away from Fraser as if he had been hit with an electric shock, which was difficult considering where Fraser's hand had been. The last thing he wanted was for his four year old son to catch his fathers in the middle of something. Thank goodness age and parenthood had slowed them down over the years. Of course, had Bobby actually seen something Ray would have let Fraser explain it.
“Robert?” Fraser's voice was a little bit strained but he at least sounded more calm than Ray would.
Bobby walked a little bit into the room. However he seemed to want to stay in the hallway where the light was still on. He'd probably turned it on, Ray realised. “Daddy, there's a monster trying to get in.”
Fraser frowned. “A monster?”
Bobby nodded. “It's at my window.”
Now feeling able to speak without sounding sexually frustrated, Ray spoke up. “What does it look like?” he asked.
“I haven't seen it, It's making...noises.”
“We'll come and investigate, Robert,” Fraser said, already out of bed and looking totally unruffled.
Taking the hint, Ray rearranged his pyjamas and got out of bed. Perhaps he and Fraser should have factored monsters at the window into their, now interrupted, plans.
Bobby waited for them at the door. He looked scared, as scared as Ray could ever recall him being. He wasn't an easily scared kid either. When at three years old he'd fallen and broken his arm he'd been remarkably calm about the whole thing. It had been Ray, and yes even Fraser, who had been in near hysterics (although Fraser's was a more restrained type of hysterics) and being calmed down by Ray's mother.
Fraser reached Bobby first and knelt down, putting a comforting hand on his son's shoulder. “Robert, I'm sure there's not a monster at your window.”
“There is!” Bobby said, turning to Ray. His eyes welled up with ears. “There is,” he said, much more quietly.
Ray knelt down and gave Bobby a hug. His son clung tightly to him. Poor kid really was upset. “Look, we'll go and see it what it is and your Dad will get rid of it.”
Bobby was sniffling. “I don't want to go and see it.”
“I'll go first, Robert,” Fraser said. “You stay here.”
Bobby nodded.
Ray had to stay as well, as they couldn't leave a scared and upset four year old on his own. Besides if there were evil monsters that needed slaying then Fraser would probably be able to persuade them to leave without violence.
“Ray? Robert? You can come in now,” Fraser called from Bobby's room down the hall.
“Come on,” Ray said, picking his son up.
“But what about the monster?” Bobby asked, clinging to Ray like a lifeline.
“Your Dad's probably scared it away.”
“With Mountie magic?” He sounded hopeful.
Mountie magic was a new concept Ray had invented to try and explain why Fraser was so good at catching criminals. Fraser had just given him a look and tried to tell Bobby it was in fact logic and deduction. However the term had stuck. “Yeah, with Mountie magic.”
They came into Bobby's room to find that Fraser had pulled back the curtain and was pointing at a branch outside the window.
“That's the noise you heard,” Robert.
Bobby peeked at it, his face half buried against Ray's chest. “It's not a monster?”
“No, just the branch hitting the window as it's blown by the wind.”
The scratching of the twigs on the windowpane did sound like something trying to get in and Ray remembered having similar thoughts when he was Bobby's age.
Ray brought Bobby closer so he could see. “It's not a monster,” he repeated, on getting a closer look.
“See? I told you your dad would find out what it was.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Bobby leaned over to give Fraser a hug.
“Do you think you can get to sleep now?”
Ray was hoping the answer was yes. The sooner Bobby got to bed the sooner he and Fraser could get back to what they were doing.
“Yes. As long as other monsters don't come.”
“Other monsters?” Fraser asked. He looked as puzzled as Ray was.
“Like in the movie Tony junior showed me.”
“Tony junior showed you a movie about monsters?” Fraser asked to clarify.
“Yes,” Bobby went quiet. “I wasn't supposed to tell.”
“You were,” Ray corrected. “He's not supposed to show you movies about monsters. You're only four, he knows that!”
“He said it would be fun,” Bobby said, sounding slightly unsure. He idolised his older cousins, especially Tony junior. He believed pretty much everything they told him. Fraser and Ray spent some time correcting the helpful facts Bobby's cousins had imparted to him.
“Robert, as your older cousin Tony junior should have realised that a movie about monsters would scare you.”
“But I said I would watch it.” Bobby had the fierce Vecchio loyalty, especially toward his cousins. Fraser saw it as benefit but Ray currently wasn't convinced it was.
“He shouldn't have asked you if you wanted too.”
“I'm old enough to choose!” Bobby said, in that stubborn four year old voice.
“Only if you know what you're choosing,” said Fraser, sounding logical.
Bobby tipped his head slightly to one side. “Like horses?”
“Horses?”
“Horses?” Ray and Fraser both asked at the same moment.
“I'm not old enough to choose what horses are good to ride.”
Perfect Fraser logic from a four year old, Ray reflected, wondering if Benny had made any similar comments about beavers or moose when he was growing up.
“Yes. Like that.”
“Oh,” Bobby looked thoughtful. “I'm sorry Daddy. Sorry Papa.”
Fraser rubbed Bobby's shoulder. “You don't have to apologise, Robert.”
Ray jiggled Bobby in his arms. “There's nothing for you to be sorry for. Okay?”
“Will Tony junior be in trouble?”
“We'll tell his parents and it will be up to them,” Fraser said, diplomatically.
Odds were Maria would ground him but they weren't about to tell Bobby that.
“But you won't tell them I told you?”
“No, Bobby, we won't.”
He seemed satisfied with that. “Good.”
Ray carefully carried Bobby over to his bed and put him down. Bobby quickly burrowed back under the covers. “Do you think you can go to sleep now?”
“Yeah. There aren't any monsters?
“No, no monsters,” Ray said, despite the fact he and Fraser had seen more than their fair share among the human population of Chicago. Of course he had to reassure his son, he wanted him to keep his innocence a little longer. “And if there were we wouldn't let them hurt you, okay?”
“I know that.” Bobby was yawning. “Night Daddy. Night Papa.”
“Night, Bobby.” Ray kissed his forehead.
Fraser did the same. “Goodnight, Robert.”
Back in their room Ray found himself pacing up and down by the bed. Not even the sight of Fraser sitting on the bed waiting for him was enough to pull him out of his current thoughts.
“Can you believe Tony junior let him watch a horror movie?” he asked as he paced.
“Ray.”
“I'm telling Maria to keep an eye on him. What if it was a cop movie? What if it had people shooting each other in it? What would we tell him then?”
“Ray.”
“And what if Tony junior had shown him a porn video? How would we supposed to be able to explain that?” He nearly shuddered at the thought and wouldn't have put it past his thirteen year old nephew.
“Ray, Ray, Ray.”
Finally Ray realised Fraser had been calling his name. “How come you're not worked up about this? Your four year old son has seen a horror video.”
“Yes, and I can't change that fact, Ray.” Fraser's voice was annoyingly calm. “Robert is young and he'll probably have forgotten it in a few years.”
Ray groaned. “A few years? You don't know what it's...”
“Ray?” There was an unspoken question in Fraser's voice but Ray knew what it was.
He sat down heavily on the bed and sighed. He stared at the carpet for a few moments before he began speaking. “When I was seven years old my cousin Vinnie said it would be fun if we sneaked downstairs at midnight and watched a horror movie.”
Fraser didn't anything and Ray was grateful. He managed to tear his eyes away form the carpet and face Fraser.
“It wasn't even that bad,” Ray almost laughed. “It was some werewolf movie from the thirties.” The carpet seemed to hold Ray's attention again. “I had nightmares for two weeks.”
“Did you ever tell your mother?”
Ray shook his head. It was probably one of the few things he'd never told her. “She knew I had nightmares. She never knew about the movie.”
“It wasn't your fault, Ray.”
“I know that,” Ray said. “Now.”
“And it's not your fault that Robert watched a horror film.”
“Your super Mountie senses told you I was feeling guilty?” Ray hadn't even realised himself until Fraser had said it. “I just want to protect him.” Which sometimes seemed to be an impossible task.
Fraser's hand was comforting on his shoulder. “I know, Ray.”
Ray leaned into the touch and relaxed a little. “At least he didn't walk in on us having sex.”
“He might have been traumatised by that, Ray.” And Fraser began to giggle.
“Hey!” Ray gave him a shove in the shoulder. The giggles subsided.
“He'll find out eventually.” Benton Fraser, a man who could blush at the slightest innuendo apparently had no problem with his own son discovering he had sex. Ray suspected the actual revelation would not be handled so calmly.
“Ah geez, Benny. I don't want to think about our son thinking about us having sex.”
“He's probably asleep now.”
Ray didn't miss the feel of Fraser's hand running down his back. “I think the monster killed the mood.”
Fraser looked thoughtful. “I could chase it away.”
“Well, you're good at it, Benny,” Ray replied, leaning in for a kiss.
Fraser smiled and moved to meet Ray's lips. “Thank you, Ray.”
As they kissed Ray could feel Fraser's hand pulling at his pyjamas. Together they fell back onto the bed. It was about time they made up for lost time. Of course, it wasn't that simple.
Things were just getting interesting, Fraser's hand just where it had been before, when Ray pulled away a little. Something outside had caught his attention. “Benny? Did you hear something at the window?”
“Ray!”
So much for an uninterrupted night. Although Fraser was very good at chasing monsters away.
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Summary: All Ray wants is a quiet night in bed with Fraser but he didn't count on his son having trouble with monsters.
Notes: Part of the Bobbyverse but stands on its own. I am calling this 'the fic my computer hates' as it crashed 4 times when writing, twice when editing and once when posting. Huge thanks to the lovely prudence_dearly for her beta work and comma wrangling.
Once Upon a Nightmare
Ray was aware of Fraser watching him as he shrugged into his pyjamas. Yes, in theory Fraser was actually reading a book on the philosophy of currency watermarking in the 19th century (or something similar), but it was clear he was actually watching Ray get changed for bed. Not that Ray could blame him - he was, after-all, leaving his pyjama bottoms untied.
It was nice and warm as he climbed into bed. Fraser was already putting his book down and moving just that little bit into Ray's side. It was just the two of them. Bobby was asleep in bed and now it was time for his parents to have some time to themselves, together. They had in fact planned this for a couple of days but they at least pretended to be spontaneous as Ray leaned in to kiss Fraser.
There were some things that had got better with age and kissing Fraser was one of them. Especially as Ray was now wise to exactly what Fraser could do with his tongue given the opportunity and Ray was all about giving opportunities as he put an arm around Fraser and pulled him closer.
They stayed like that for awhile, like two teenagers having their first make out session. Warm hands ran across pyjamas, not yet bothering to take them off. Moments like these had to be savoured. Things were just getting interesting, Fraser had just worked his way his way into Ray's deliberately loose pyjama bottoms, when they were interrupted by a small voice at the door.
“Dad? Papa?”
Ray pulled away from Fraser as if he had been hit with an electric shock, which was difficult considering where Fraser's hand had been. The last thing he wanted was for his four year old son to catch his fathers in the middle of something. Thank goodness age and parenthood had slowed them down over the years. Of course, had Bobby actually seen something Ray would have let Fraser explain it.
“Robert?” Fraser's voice was a little bit strained but he at least sounded more calm than Ray would.
Bobby walked a little bit into the room. However he seemed to want to stay in the hallway where the light was still on. He'd probably turned it on, Ray realised. “Daddy, there's a monster trying to get in.”
Fraser frowned. “A monster?”
Bobby nodded. “It's at my window.”
Now feeling able to speak without sounding sexually frustrated, Ray spoke up. “What does it look like?” he asked.
“I haven't seen it, It's making...noises.”
“We'll come and investigate, Robert,” Fraser said, already out of bed and looking totally unruffled.
Taking the hint, Ray rearranged his pyjamas and got out of bed. Perhaps he and Fraser should have factored monsters at the window into their, now interrupted, plans.
Bobby waited for them at the door. He looked scared, as scared as Ray could ever recall him being. He wasn't an easily scared kid either. When at three years old he'd fallen and broken his arm he'd been remarkably calm about the whole thing. It had been Ray, and yes even Fraser, who had been in near hysterics (although Fraser's was a more restrained type of hysterics) and being calmed down by Ray's mother.
Fraser reached Bobby first and knelt down, putting a comforting hand on his son's shoulder. “Robert, I'm sure there's not a monster at your window.”
“There is!” Bobby said, turning to Ray. His eyes welled up with ears. “There is,” he said, much more quietly.
Ray knelt down and gave Bobby a hug. His son clung tightly to him. Poor kid really was upset. “Look, we'll go and see it what it is and your Dad will get rid of it.”
Bobby was sniffling. “I don't want to go and see it.”
“I'll go first, Robert,” Fraser said. “You stay here.”
Bobby nodded.
Ray had to stay as well, as they couldn't leave a scared and upset four year old on his own. Besides if there were evil monsters that needed slaying then Fraser would probably be able to persuade them to leave without violence.
“Ray? Robert? You can come in now,” Fraser called from Bobby's room down the hall.
“Come on,” Ray said, picking his son up.
“But what about the monster?” Bobby asked, clinging to Ray like a lifeline.
“Your Dad's probably scared it away.”
“With Mountie magic?” He sounded hopeful.
Mountie magic was a new concept Ray had invented to try and explain why Fraser was so good at catching criminals. Fraser had just given him a look and tried to tell Bobby it was in fact logic and deduction. However the term had stuck. “Yeah, with Mountie magic.”
They came into Bobby's room to find that Fraser had pulled back the curtain and was pointing at a branch outside the window.
“That's the noise you heard,” Robert.
Bobby peeked at it, his face half buried against Ray's chest. “It's not a monster?”
“No, just the branch hitting the window as it's blown by the wind.”
The scratching of the twigs on the windowpane did sound like something trying to get in and Ray remembered having similar thoughts when he was Bobby's age.
Ray brought Bobby closer so he could see. “It's not a monster,” he repeated, on getting a closer look.
“See? I told you your dad would find out what it was.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Bobby leaned over to give Fraser a hug.
“Do you think you can get to sleep now?”
Ray was hoping the answer was yes. The sooner Bobby got to bed the sooner he and Fraser could get back to what they were doing.
“Yes. As long as other monsters don't come.”
“Other monsters?” Fraser asked. He looked as puzzled as Ray was.
“Like in the movie Tony junior showed me.”
“Tony junior showed you a movie about monsters?” Fraser asked to clarify.
“Yes,” Bobby went quiet. “I wasn't supposed to tell.”
“You were,” Ray corrected. “He's not supposed to show you movies about monsters. You're only four, he knows that!”
“He said it would be fun,” Bobby said, sounding slightly unsure. He idolised his older cousins, especially Tony junior. He believed pretty much everything they told him. Fraser and Ray spent some time correcting the helpful facts Bobby's cousins had imparted to him.
“Robert, as your older cousin Tony junior should have realised that a movie about monsters would scare you.”
“But I said I would watch it.” Bobby had the fierce Vecchio loyalty, especially toward his cousins. Fraser saw it as benefit but Ray currently wasn't convinced it was.
“He shouldn't have asked you if you wanted too.”
“I'm old enough to choose!” Bobby said, in that stubborn four year old voice.
“Only if you know what you're choosing,” said Fraser, sounding logical.
Bobby tipped his head slightly to one side. “Like horses?”
“Horses?”
“Horses?” Ray and Fraser both asked at the same moment.
“I'm not old enough to choose what horses are good to ride.”
Perfect Fraser logic from a four year old, Ray reflected, wondering if Benny had made any similar comments about beavers or moose when he was growing up.
“Yes. Like that.”
“Oh,” Bobby looked thoughtful. “I'm sorry Daddy. Sorry Papa.”
Fraser rubbed Bobby's shoulder. “You don't have to apologise, Robert.”
Ray jiggled Bobby in his arms. “There's nothing for you to be sorry for. Okay?”
“Will Tony junior be in trouble?”
“We'll tell his parents and it will be up to them,” Fraser said, diplomatically.
Odds were Maria would ground him but they weren't about to tell Bobby that.
“But you won't tell them I told you?”
“No, Bobby, we won't.”
He seemed satisfied with that. “Good.”
Ray carefully carried Bobby over to his bed and put him down. Bobby quickly burrowed back under the covers. “Do you think you can go to sleep now?”
“Yeah. There aren't any monsters?
“No, no monsters,” Ray said, despite the fact he and Fraser had seen more than their fair share among the human population of Chicago. Of course he had to reassure his son, he wanted him to keep his innocence a little longer. “And if there were we wouldn't let them hurt you, okay?”
“I know that.” Bobby was yawning. “Night Daddy. Night Papa.”
“Night, Bobby.” Ray kissed his forehead.
Fraser did the same. “Goodnight, Robert.”
Back in their room Ray found himself pacing up and down by the bed. Not even the sight of Fraser sitting on the bed waiting for him was enough to pull him out of his current thoughts.
“Can you believe Tony junior let him watch a horror movie?” he asked as he paced.
“Ray.”
“I'm telling Maria to keep an eye on him. What if it was a cop movie? What if it had people shooting each other in it? What would we tell him then?”
“Ray.”
“And what if Tony junior had shown him a porn video? How would we supposed to be able to explain that?” He nearly shuddered at the thought and wouldn't have put it past his thirteen year old nephew.
“Ray, Ray, Ray.”
Finally Ray realised Fraser had been calling his name. “How come you're not worked up about this? Your four year old son has seen a horror video.”
“Yes, and I can't change that fact, Ray.” Fraser's voice was annoyingly calm. “Robert is young and he'll probably have forgotten it in a few years.”
Ray groaned. “A few years? You don't know what it's...”
“Ray?” There was an unspoken question in Fraser's voice but Ray knew what it was.
He sat down heavily on the bed and sighed. He stared at the carpet for a few moments before he began speaking. “When I was seven years old my cousin Vinnie said it would be fun if we sneaked downstairs at midnight and watched a horror movie.”
Fraser didn't anything and Ray was grateful. He managed to tear his eyes away form the carpet and face Fraser.
“It wasn't even that bad,” Ray almost laughed. “It was some werewolf movie from the thirties.” The carpet seemed to hold Ray's attention again. “I had nightmares for two weeks.”
“Did you ever tell your mother?”
Ray shook his head. It was probably one of the few things he'd never told her. “She knew I had nightmares. She never knew about the movie.”
“It wasn't your fault, Ray.”
“I know that,” Ray said. “Now.”
“And it's not your fault that Robert watched a horror film.”
“Your super Mountie senses told you I was feeling guilty?” Ray hadn't even realised himself until Fraser had said it. “I just want to protect him.” Which sometimes seemed to be an impossible task.
Fraser's hand was comforting on his shoulder. “I know, Ray.”
Ray leaned into the touch and relaxed a little. “At least he didn't walk in on us having sex.”
“He might have been traumatised by that, Ray.” And Fraser began to giggle.
“Hey!” Ray gave him a shove in the shoulder. The giggles subsided.
“He'll find out eventually.” Benton Fraser, a man who could blush at the slightest innuendo apparently had no problem with his own son discovering he had sex. Ray suspected the actual revelation would not be handled so calmly.
“Ah geez, Benny. I don't want to think about our son thinking about us having sex.”
“He's probably asleep now.”
Ray didn't miss the feel of Fraser's hand running down his back. “I think the monster killed the mood.”
Fraser looked thoughtful. “I could chase it away.”
“Well, you're good at it, Benny,” Ray replied, leaning in for a kiss.
Fraser smiled and moved to meet Ray's lips. “Thank you, Ray.”
As they kissed Ray could feel Fraser's hand pulling at his pyjamas. Together they fell back onto the bed. It was about time they made up for lost time. Of course, it wasn't that simple.
Things were just getting interesting, Fraser's hand just where it had been before, when Ray pulled away a little. Something outside had caught his attention. “Benny? Did you hear something at the window?”
“Ray!”
So much for an uninterrupted night. Although Fraser was very good at chasing monsters away.