DS Match Fic: Detail
Title: Detail
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 6,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
This story takes all the whimsical and strange things about due South out in the light and lets the characters comment on it. It's almost meta-esque, but the story never stops being a story. It is in turns hilariously funny and heart-breaking. And I love the ending. Brilliant!
“Morning Fraser. How was Tuesday in fake Canada?” Fraser wasn’t sure how
Ray knew it was him, slumped over the desk as Ray was, his hand possibly the only thing
keeping his head from crushing a nearly empty cup of coffee.
“I successfully put our entire library in chronological order by year of initial
publication.” Fraser tried to inject a hint of sarcasm into his voice, but it came out closer
to delusional enthusiasm.
“Wow,” Ray said, tilting his head up on his palm, giving Fraser a view of a small
smile under bleary eyes. “I don’t know if my plans can compete with that. I was just
going to fight some crime.”
“Well, since you went to all the trouble of making plans, it seems rude to refuse.
What’s all this?” He asked, gesturing at the neat stacks of manila folders that had
replaced the loose papers, knick knacks, and garbage which had always threatened to
consume Ray’s desk.
Detail
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 6,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
This story takes all the whimsical and strange things about due South out in the light and lets the characters comment on it. It's almost meta-esque, but the story never stops being a story. It is in turns hilariously funny and heart-breaking. And I love the ending. Brilliant!
“Morning Fraser. How was Tuesday in fake Canada?” Fraser wasn’t sure how
Ray knew it was him, slumped over the desk as Ray was, his hand possibly the only thing
keeping his head from crushing a nearly empty cup of coffee.
“I successfully put our entire library in chronological order by year of initial
publication.” Fraser tried to inject a hint of sarcasm into his voice, but it came out closer
to delusional enthusiasm.
“Wow,” Ray said, tilting his head up on his palm, giving Fraser a view of a small
smile under bleary eyes. “I don’t know if my plans can compete with that. I was just
going to fight some crime.”
“Well, since you went to all the trouble of making plans, it seems rude to refuse.
What’s all this?” He asked, gesturing at the neat stacks of manila folders that had
replaced the loose papers, knick knacks, and garbage which had always threatened to
consume Ray’s desk.
Detail