[Due South] Fraser/Ray - Coming Home
Title: Coming Home
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG
Summary: Entirely fluffy post-COTW moment.
Notes: Birthday gift for annundriel. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ♥♥♥♥♥
Ray doesn’t know the moment when Canada first became home to him. He was never much of a cartographer, leave that to Fraser, and he can’t chart the transition from grinning and bearing it because just being here caused Fraser’s face to light up like Christmas and the Fourth of July rolled into one- if the Canadians celebrated the Fourth, that is-into this. Ray can’t figure out when he stopped feeling out of place, always an afterthought in his own life; two years pretending to be someone else because he wanted to forget a lifetime of never quite fitting in.
Somewhere along the way, though, something shifted. Canada became not just that place that beat the U.S. in the World Series that-one-time-only, not just the place from where his crazy Mountie partner hailed. Ray suspects the answer is somewhere on the Northwest Passage, or perhaps earlier, in a car, when he had admitted aloud-but-mostly-to-himself that he didn’t know who he was.
Like if you weren’t around somebody, or that somebody wasn’t around you, that you wouldn’t be you, or at least not the you that you think you are.
Thing is, Ray has always associated Canada and Fraser in his mind, but it wasn’t until he thought he might lose Fraser that he felt truly lost. And, well, abandoning the life that was never really his own in order to follow Fraser up here on a dangerous venture didn’t seem so crazy, put into perspective. Partners, and all that, though it was never that straightforward with them.
Point is, that transition-that change from Canada-that-place-with-the-moose, to Canada-there’s-no-place-like-home-came somewhere around the moment he realized he could have this: Fraser spread out beneath him, Fraser braced above him, Fraser with the stupid grin on his face every time Ray actually gets a curling reference. It wasn’t an overnight thing, more an inexorable drag like the gravity that always seemed to pull them closer. Ray follows the lines of Fraser’s body with his tongue-leave it to Fraser to instill him with that particular habit-and it feels like home.
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG
Summary: Entirely fluffy post-COTW moment.
Notes: Birthday gift for annundriel. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ♥♥♥♥♥
Ray doesn’t know the moment when Canada first became home to him. He was never much of a cartographer, leave that to Fraser, and he can’t chart the transition from grinning and bearing it because just being here caused Fraser’s face to light up like Christmas and the Fourth of July rolled into one- if the Canadians celebrated the Fourth, that is-into this. Ray can’t figure out when he stopped feeling out of place, always an afterthought in his own life; two years pretending to be someone else because he wanted to forget a lifetime of never quite fitting in.
Somewhere along the way, though, something shifted. Canada became not just that place that beat the U.S. in the World Series that-one-time-only, not just the place from where his crazy Mountie partner hailed. Ray suspects the answer is somewhere on the Northwest Passage, or perhaps earlier, in a car, when he had admitted aloud-but-mostly-to-himself that he didn’t know who he was.
Like if you weren’t around somebody, or that somebody wasn’t around you, that you wouldn’t be you, or at least not the you that you think you are.
Thing is, Ray has always associated Canada and Fraser in his mind, but it wasn’t until he thought he might lose Fraser that he felt truly lost. And, well, abandoning the life that was never really his own in order to follow Fraser up here on a dangerous venture didn’t seem so crazy, put into perspective. Partners, and all that, though it was never that straightforward with them.
Point is, that transition-that change from Canada-that-place-with-the-moose, to Canada-there’s-no-place-like-home-came somewhere around the moment he realized he could have this: Fraser spread out beneath him, Fraser braced above him, Fraser with the stupid grin on his face every time Ray actually gets a curling reference. It wasn’t an overnight thing, more an inexorable drag like the gravity that always seemed to pull them closer. Ray follows the lines of Fraser’s body with his tongue-leave it to Fraser to instill him with that particular habit-and it feels like home.