Character Recs - Benton Fraser
Why I love Benton Fraser, RCMP, by akamine_chan.
I could write a huge essay about this, which is what I suspect that nos4a2no9 wants, but I'm not even supposed to be here, with my ds_c6d_bigbang fic staring me down...
So, I'll keep this short and sweet.
I love Benton Fraser because he's imperfect. He's very intelligent, but socially inept. He's beautiful, but runs away from people who are attracted to him. He's a great believer in Justice, but he almost ran away with a murderer, almost sacrificed his partner and friend for her. He's imperfect and in my eyes that makes him alive and real and human.
Title: Aloft
Author: purna
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC17
Length: ~2,500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's a great example of the person behind the uniform, the human being behind the mask. It's an exploration of Fraser's life as told by his body and the scars it bears. It's about Fraser's fears, and motivations, and courage. It's about being human and learning to live with that.
Ray settles more closely against his back, the hand moving over him again. A finger dips into his navel, drawing a startled laugh from him. It moves on, stops at the faint scar low on the right side of his belly.
"Appendectomy?" Ray seems curious, an odd amusement in his voice.
His laugh is only slightly ragged. "At Depot, of all things. How embarrassing. I fainted right in the middle of class. I don't remember anything after that, although they told me afterwards that I tried to return to my desk, that I didn't want to go to the infirmary. I'd never been in the hospital before. I'd never really been sick before."
Aloft
Title: A Searching And Fearless Inventory
Author: nos4a2no9
Pairing: Fraser
Rating: R
Length: ~2,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's a very different, complex look at the man Fraser might be. The thought that Fraser might be an alcoholic had never, ever crossed my mind, but nos4a2no9 paints such a clear, sharp, painful picture that it really feels like canon. And so we have Benton Fraser, RCMP, recovering alcoholic. Alive, but not living. Beautiful and heartbreaking and broken.
He isn’t sure why, exactly, Ben Fraser began to drink. He suspects it had something to do with social anxiety, or peer pressure, or one of the other myriad reasons supplied by American after-school specials. He does know that it began that winter his grandparents had moved to Fort Providence, and he’d suddenly been required to attend high school with other teenagers for the first time. He’d been introduced to drink (cheap grain alcohol, tasteless and with an almost medicinal bite, but powerful) at a party, the first and last such event he’d been invited to during his adolescence. After he’d taken his first sip and suffered through the eye-watering, cough-inspiring burn of it, he’d been filled with a sense of confidence.
A Searching And Fearless Inventory
Title: Accessory
Author: keerawa
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: keerawa is the mistress of the dark!fic, and this is no exception. Here, she peels back Fraser's skull and shows us the inside of his brain, the complex machinations he engages in to preserve his narrow sense of morality, his deliberate turning away from the truth.
"She loved him! Come on," Ray said, voice dropping to a near whisper, "I've seen you go to bat to protect Vecchio. Nine kilos of missing heroin? Guy Rankin? This ringing any bells?"
Fraser sat up straighter. "The situations are nothing alike. In each case, I knew that Ray was innocent. I merely acted to prevent a miscarriage of justice."
Accessory
I could write a huge essay about this, which is what I suspect that nos4a2no9 wants, but I'm not even supposed to be here, with my ds_c6d_bigbang fic staring me down...
So, I'll keep this short and sweet.
I love Benton Fraser because he's imperfect. He's very intelligent, but socially inept. He's beautiful, but runs away from people who are attracted to him. He's a great believer in Justice, but he almost ran away with a murderer, almost sacrificed his partner and friend for her. He's imperfect and in my eyes that makes him alive and real and human.
Title: Aloft
Author: purna
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC17
Length: ~2,500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's a great example of the person behind the uniform, the human being behind the mask. It's an exploration of Fraser's life as told by his body and the scars it bears. It's about Fraser's fears, and motivations, and courage. It's about being human and learning to live with that.
Ray settles more closely against his back, the hand moving over him again. A finger dips into his navel, drawing a startled laugh from him. It moves on, stops at the faint scar low on the right side of his belly.
"Appendectomy?" Ray seems curious, an odd amusement in his voice.
His laugh is only slightly ragged. "At Depot, of all things. How embarrassing. I fainted right in the middle of class. I don't remember anything after that, although they told me afterwards that I tried to return to my desk, that I didn't want to go to the infirmary. I'd never been in the hospital before. I'd never really been sick before."
Aloft
Title: A Searching And Fearless Inventory
Author: nos4a2no9
Pairing: Fraser
Rating: R
Length: ~2,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's a very different, complex look at the man Fraser might be. The thought that Fraser might be an alcoholic had never, ever crossed my mind, but nos4a2no9 paints such a clear, sharp, painful picture that it really feels like canon. And so we have Benton Fraser, RCMP, recovering alcoholic. Alive, but not living. Beautiful and heartbreaking and broken.
He isn’t sure why, exactly, Ben Fraser began to drink. He suspects it had something to do with social anxiety, or peer pressure, or one of the other myriad reasons supplied by American after-school specials. He does know that it began that winter his grandparents had moved to Fort Providence, and he’d suddenly been required to attend high school with other teenagers for the first time. He’d been introduced to drink (cheap grain alcohol, tasteless and with an almost medicinal bite, but powerful) at a party, the first and last such event he’d been invited to during his adolescence. After he’d taken his first sip and suffered through the eye-watering, cough-inspiring burn of it, he’d been filled with a sense of confidence.
A Searching And Fearless Inventory
Title: Accessory
Author: keerawa
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: 300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: keerawa is the mistress of the dark!fic, and this is no exception. Here, she peels back Fraser's skull and shows us the inside of his brain, the complex machinations he engages in to preserve his narrow sense of morality, his deliberate turning away from the truth.
"She loved him! Come on," Ray said, voice dropping to a near whisper, "I've seen you go to bat to protect Vecchio. Nine kilos of missing heroin? Guy Rankin? This ringing any bells?"
Fraser sat up straighter. "The situations are nothing alike. In each case, I knew that Ray was innocent. I merely acted to prevent a miscarriage of justice."
Accessory