Don't Drink, Don't Smoke (What Do You Do) by minervacat (PG-13)
Title: Don't Drink, Don't Smoke (What Do You Do)
Fandom: due South, Hot Fuzz
Pairing: gen
Categories: Crossover, Case!fic, Humor, Post-Canon
Length: Medium (12,600 words)
Warnings: Spoilers for all of both canons
Author on LJ: minervacat
Author Website: minervacat.stormwerks.net
Summary:
In which shenanigans are had, passports are stolen, hair is dyed, pints are drunk, and Ray is bitten by the swan.
Review:
This story is told in a pitch-perfect Fraser voice with spot on characterizations, and perfectly captures and meshes the whimsical and quirky worlds of both due South and Hot Fuzz. On the quest for Ray Kowalski's lost passport, he and Fraser wind up in Sanford and working with Nicholas Angel and Danny Butterman to recover it. Their efforts end up including many trips to the pub, several run ins with the swan, and various other hilarious hijinks. I particularly liked how parallels were drawn between the two buddy cop partnerships, and how all four of them interact in various combinations. In all, a rollicking good fun fic.
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, Ray and I were pursuing a criminal across Gloucestershire on our annual leave from the Chicago Police Department and the Canadian Consulate in Chicago, respectively.
We had followed the man from London on two trains and then a trip on the back of a chicken truck, during which Ray complained both volubly and without ending about the smell, the feathers, and the English countryside. Transportation in Chicago, especially during rush hour, is no less fragrant than a chicken truck in England, but Ray was in no mood to not complain. We'd spotted the thief lifting American passports from tourists' purses and pants pockets in the Jazz and Blues section of the Virgin Records megastore at Piccadilly Circus, and though Ray had complained -- "I'm on vacation, Frase, find a cop in one of those silly round hats and tell him to deal with it" -- the Metropolitan London Police Force seemed to have little interest in the phenomenon.
However, Ray's sense of justice is unfailing, and as one of the passports that had been stolen was Ray's, we took the trains and the chicken truck to the outskirts of a small town called Sandford in pursuit of the suspect.
Don't Drink, Don't Smoke (What Do You Do):
LJ (pt.1) (pt.2)
Author's site
Fandom: due South, Hot Fuzz
Pairing: gen
Categories: Crossover, Case!fic, Humor, Post-Canon
Length: Medium (12,600 words)
Warnings: Spoilers for all of both canons
Author on LJ: minervacat
Author Website: minervacat.stormwerks.net
Summary:
In which shenanigans are had, passports are stolen, hair is dyed, pints are drunk, and Ray is bitten by the swan.
Review:
This story is told in a pitch-perfect Fraser voice with spot on characterizations, and perfectly captures and meshes the whimsical and quirky worlds of both due South and Hot Fuzz. On the quest for Ray Kowalski's lost passport, he and Fraser wind up in Sanford and working with Nicholas Angel and Danny Butterman to recover it. Their efforts end up including many trips to the pub, several run ins with the swan, and various other hilarious hijinks. I particularly liked how parallels were drawn between the two buddy cop partnerships, and how all four of them interact in various combinations. In all, a rollicking good fun fic.
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, Ray and I were pursuing a criminal across Gloucestershire on our annual leave from the Chicago Police Department and the Canadian Consulate in Chicago, respectively.
We had followed the man from London on two trains and then a trip on the back of a chicken truck, during which Ray complained both volubly and without ending about the smell, the feathers, and the English countryside. Transportation in Chicago, especially during rush hour, is no less fragrant than a chicken truck in England, but Ray was in no mood to not complain. We'd spotted the thief lifting American passports from tourists' purses and pants pockets in the Jazz and Blues section of the Virgin Records megastore at Piccadilly Circus, and though Ray had complained -- "I'm on vacation, Frase, find a cop in one of those silly round hats and tell him to deal with it" -- the Metropolitan London Police Force seemed to have little interest in the phenomenon.
However, Ray's sense of justice is unfailing, and as one of the passports that had been stolen was Ray's, we took the trains and the chicken truck to the outskirts of a small town called Sandford in pursuit of the suspect.
Don't Drink, Don't Smoke (What Do You Do):
LJ (pt.1) (pt.2)
Author's site