Fanfic: A Hole in the World
Title: A Hole in The World
Author: Vixen
Rating: PG, though probably PG-13 in later installments
Word Count: 1163
Summary: RayV is dead, while meanwhile Fraser and RayK are in some serious trouble.
Notes: This is a work in progress. I plan on writing about 1000 words of it a week. Writing this is actually an act of personal redemption, since I started writing fanfic when I first saw the show over a decade ago. Back then I wrote really really horrible Mary Sues (hey, I was 14). I never really got past the Mary Sue part of my writing while working in that fandom. Then I stopped writing in it for many many years. Now that I've gotten the hang of the writing thing and worked in many different fandoms, I really needed to come back to Due South and contribute something to the fandom that wasn't a Mary Sue.
Warnings: Character death, but he's still around, don't worry.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, I swear they'd be nekkid more often.
A Hole In The World
By Vixen
So, Ray thought as he looked around the frozen wasteland looked an awful lot like Canada, this was what it was like to be dead. Given his catholic upbringing, he'd expected a choir of angels singing sweetly, a golden staircase extending skyward and a bunch of dead relatives he'd rather not have to deal with anyway. There was none of that. Just a snowy plain that went on for as long as the eye could see, with a few white covered pine trees dotting the landscape. However, thankfully, the cold didn't seem to be effecting him at all.
After a few minutes of trying to figure out which direction to go, Ray finally just took a step in the direction of the sun. It was hanging mid-level in the sky now, setting in the south, even with his bare minimum wilderness survival skills he found that odd. He wasn't going to waste time arguing over the laws of the Great Beyond though, and thus continued on his walk. He only made it a few steps before he slid into the snow up to his calves, semi-cold wetness soaking through the pants of his Armani suit.
“Oh, yuck.” He looked down with a grimace, wondering if perhaps he had ended up in heaven's alternative. “I died in the line of duty and this is how I get repaid? Oh, come on,” he complained to no on in particular as he trudged his way through the snow. “What have I done to deserve eternal rest in this empty, wet no-man's land? I took care of my ma, had a good job, brought home money for the family. Okay, so me and my sister never really got along. There was that one time I accidentally killed her hamster, but I'll have you know that that was an accident. Well, kind of an accident... but come on!”
The only sound he heard in reply was his voice echoed back amongst the empty landscape.
“Tell me I was right, Frase,” Kowalski shouted after he finally got the gag off of his mouth. Although he could now talk, much to his partner's dismay, his hands were still tied behind him, as were his feet. Still struggling, he glanced around the locked room their kidnappers had chosen to place them in. Even if he managed to untie himself, the door was heavy, probably some type of reinforced steel. “Just tell me. Tell me and I'll forget that we're now in a 'scream all you want' sorta scenario here.”
“Fine, Ray,” Fraser resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This state of events called for calm, logical thinking, not anger. Just to pacify his partner, he answered, “Yes, Ray. You were right, I was wrong. We should have followed your instincts and I should have realized that Burns was the gunman behind both robberies, and though his goals seemed honorable, he had no intention of cooperating with the local police force.” During his speech, Fraser had loosened the ropes around his wrists. Finally able to jerk his right wrist out of the knots that held it, he shot a somewhat annoyed look at Kowalski, “Can we move on now?”
“Glad you're finally seeing it my way,” Kowalski leaned against the wall, feeling a little vindicated. He watched as Fraser undid the rest of his ropes and walked to the door, the only exit out of their locked room. As the Mountie began tapping the length of the door, looking for a weak point in it's construction, Kowalski saw the frown that crossed the Canadian's face. That frown said it all. There was no way getting out of there, not until Burns came back and he doubted they would get very far when the kidnapper did arrive. “How long were we out?”
With one ear to the door, listening as he continued to tap, Fraser replied, “A few hours, a couple of days. I can't be sure. The gas they set off didn't have any particular odor or color. I honestly can't place it.” He leaned against the metal door with a heavy sigh, “I'm sorry, Ray.” He shook his head and looked down at his feet, “I really am at a loss here. There were things I should have seen, evidence I missed when putting the whole puzzle together. Something's just.. wrong, lately. I keep feeling distracted, like something's missing.”
Kowalski had never seen his friend looking so lost. Where was the Super Mountie when he needed him? He was about to say something, anything to bolster their spirits, when the door burst open and ruined the rare chance for him to be the optimistic one of the pair.
Fraser barely had time to react when the first thug entered the room, tossing him aside. The Mountie landed with a thud, hitting the cement wall was a force so powerful it knocked the air out of him. Kowalski tried to scramble to his feet, to help his friend, to do something but the ropes that held him prevented him from budging. A second thug entered the room, picked the detective up from the floor by the shirt collar and hauled him to his wobbly feet. “What's your real name, Detective?”
“Ray Veechio, Chicago PD.” Kowalski shot back, “I'd show ya my badge, but seeing as how my hands are tied together--”
As thing two held him up, thing one punched him across the face. “We don't take kindly to liars, detective. My associates and I would very much like to get down to the bottom of this, so if you'd kindly come with us that would be much appreciated.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Kowalski didn't like where this was heading, but could do very little to stop them from manhandling him.
Fraser stood up, one hand holding onto the wall and one against his side where he had collided with the hard stone wall. “He's telling the truth. I can vouch for Detective Veechio's veracity if you'd like.” The only reply he received was the muzzle of a gun being pointed in his direction.
“You stay out of this,” Thing one said as the other carried Kowalski out of the room. “Chicago ain't no place for a Mountie. Perhaps by the time we're through with you and your partner, you will have realized this.”
Fraser attempted to get to the door by the time it was shut in his face, but was a second too slow as the lock was clicked into place. He pounded on the door a couple of times, kicked it once, but it refused to budge at all. He said a silent prayer in hopes of keeping his friend safe, but eventually came to rest on the floor of the cell. If he only knew why everything felt off lately, why everything he did just turned out wrong. It was as if the universe had shifted and balance would never be achieved again.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author: Vixen
Rating: PG, though probably PG-13 in later installments
Word Count: 1163
Summary: RayV is dead, while meanwhile Fraser and RayK are in some serious trouble.
Notes: This is a work in progress. I plan on writing about 1000 words of it a week. Writing this is actually an act of personal redemption, since I started writing fanfic when I first saw the show over a decade ago. Back then I wrote really really horrible Mary Sues (hey, I was 14). I never really got past the Mary Sue part of my writing while working in that fandom. Then I stopped writing in it for many many years. Now that I've gotten the hang of the writing thing and worked in many different fandoms, I really needed to come back to Due South and contribute something to the fandom that wasn't a Mary Sue.
Warnings: Character death, but he's still around, don't worry.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, I swear they'd be nekkid more often.
A Hole In The World
By Vixen
So, Ray thought as he looked around the frozen wasteland looked an awful lot like Canada, this was what it was like to be dead. Given his catholic upbringing, he'd expected a choir of angels singing sweetly, a golden staircase extending skyward and a bunch of dead relatives he'd rather not have to deal with anyway. There was none of that. Just a snowy plain that went on for as long as the eye could see, with a few white covered pine trees dotting the landscape. However, thankfully, the cold didn't seem to be effecting him at all.
After a few minutes of trying to figure out which direction to go, Ray finally just took a step in the direction of the sun. It was hanging mid-level in the sky now, setting in the south, even with his bare minimum wilderness survival skills he found that odd. He wasn't going to waste time arguing over the laws of the Great Beyond though, and thus continued on his walk. He only made it a few steps before he slid into the snow up to his calves, semi-cold wetness soaking through the pants of his Armani suit.
“Oh, yuck.” He looked down with a grimace, wondering if perhaps he had ended up in heaven's alternative. “I died in the line of duty and this is how I get repaid? Oh, come on,” he complained to no on in particular as he trudged his way through the snow. “What have I done to deserve eternal rest in this empty, wet no-man's land? I took care of my ma, had a good job, brought home money for the family. Okay, so me and my sister never really got along. There was that one time I accidentally killed her hamster, but I'll have you know that that was an accident. Well, kind of an accident... but come on!”
The only sound he heard in reply was his voice echoed back amongst the empty landscape.
“Tell me I was right, Frase,” Kowalski shouted after he finally got the gag off of his mouth. Although he could now talk, much to his partner's dismay, his hands were still tied behind him, as were his feet. Still struggling, he glanced around the locked room their kidnappers had chosen to place them in. Even if he managed to untie himself, the door was heavy, probably some type of reinforced steel. “Just tell me. Tell me and I'll forget that we're now in a 'scream all you want' sorta scenario here.”
“Fine, Ray,” Fraser resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This state of events called for calm, logical thinking, not anger. Just to pacify his partner, he answered, “Yes, Ray. You were right, I was wrong. We should have followed your instincts and I should have realized that Burns was the gunman behind both robberies, and though his goals seemed honorable, he had no intention of cooperating with the local police force.” During his speech, Fraser had loosened the ropes around his wrists. Finally able to jerk his right wrist out of the knots that held it, he shot a somewhat annoyed look at Kowalski, “Can we move on now?”
“Glad you're finally seeing it my way,” Kowalski leaned against the wall, feeling a little vindicated. He watched as Fraser undid the rest of his ropes and walked to the door, the only exit out of their locked room. As the Mountie began tapping the length of the door, looking for a weak point in it's construction, Kowalski saw the frown that crossed the Canadian's face. That frown said it all. There was no way getting out of there, not until Burns came back and he doubted they would get very far when the kidnapper did arrive. “How long were we out?”
With one ear to the door, listening as he continued to tap, Fraser replied, “A few hours, a couple of days. I can't be sure. The gas they set off didn't have any particular odor or color. I honestly can't place it.” He leaned against the metal door with a heavy sigh, “I'm sorry, Ray.” He shook his head and looked down at his feet, “I really am at a loss here. There were things I should have seen, evidence I missed when putting the whole puzzle together. Something's just.. wrong, lately. I keep feeling distracted, like something's missing.”
Kowalski had never seen his friend looking so lost. Where was the Super Mountie when he needed him? He was about to say something, anything to bolster their spirits, when the door burst open and ruined the rare chance for him to be the optimistic one of the pair.
Fraser barely had time to react when the first thug entered the room, tossing him aside. The Mountie landed with a thud, hitting the cement wall was a force so powerful it knocked the air out of him. Kowalski tried to scramble to his feet, to help his friend, to do something but the ropes that held him prevented him from budging. A second thug entered the room, picked the detective up from the floor by the shirt collar and hauled him to his wobbly feet. “What's your real name, Detective?”
“Ray Veechio, Chicago PD.” Kowalski shot back, “I'd show ya my badge, but seeing as how my hands are tied together--”
As thing two held him up, thing one punched him across the face. “We don't take kindly to liars, detective. My associates and I would very much like to get down to the bottom of this, so if you'd kindly come with us that would be much appreciated.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Kowalski didn't like where this was heading, but could do very little to stop them from manhandling him.
Fraser stood up, one hand holding onto the wall and one against his side where he had collided with the hard stone wall. “He's telling the truth. I can vouch for Detective Veechio's veracity if you'd like.” The only reply he received was the muzzle of a gun being pointed in his direction.
“You stay out of this,” Thing one said as the other carried Kowalski out of the room. “Chicago ain't no place for a Mountie. Perhaps by the time we're through with you and your partner, you will have realized this.”
Fraser attempted to get to the door by the time it was shut in his face, but was a second too slow as the lock was clicked into place. He pounded on the door a couple of times, kicked it once, but it refused to budge at all. He said a silent prayer in hopes of keeping his friend safe, but eventually came to rest on the floor of the cell. If he only knew why everything felt off lately, why everything he did just turned out wrong. It was as if the universe had shifted and balance would never be achieved again.
TO BE CONTINUED...