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Alphabet Meme. Fraser/Vecchio - Due South

TITLE: Time And Tide
AUTHOR: Nikki Harrington
FANDOM: Due South
PAIRING: Benton Fraser/Raymond Vecchio
GENRE: Slash. Established Relationship. Humour. Sap
SUMMARY: Ray has something he wants to say to Benny.
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for aingeal8c - 'C' - Closet
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



As closets had defined so much of their relationship, Ray decided it would be the ideal place to propose to Benny. And in theory it was.

However, practice was something else entirely.

Ray couldn't believe it. Every time he managed to maneuver Benny near to the one he regarded as 'theirs', someone or something interrupted him.

Firstly, it was Dief throwing up, which in itself was novel. The wolf ate anything and everything and seemed to have an iron constitution. He was never sick, never; well not unless you counted the time Victoria had - But Ray wasn't counting that. He tried to tell Benny the janitors would clean it up, but no, Benny had to do it himself.

Then once that was safely dealt with and Dief was happily eating a donut, Ray's mother called with a list of shopping she needed. Ray didn't even both to ask why Frannie, who was at home, couldn't get the stuff, he just scrawled a list and promised to go shopping.

And then just as he'd dragged Benny to the closet door, Lieutenant Welsh called him and once again Ray was thwarted. He escaped after reassuring Welsh he'd clear at least five of his outstanding cases that day, and assuring him he'd stop Fraser from re-arranging the filing system again.

The next time he actually managed to get Benny inside the closet when Elaine banged on the door to say Inspector Thatcher was on the phone. Apparently a good Mountie should put in at least one expense claim per month; Benny hadn't filed one for nine.

And then, just as Ray was certain no one else could call or demand attention, just as he had Benny inside the closet and had opened his mouth, the fire alarm began to screech. Ray was all for staying where they were, certain it was a drill. But Benny was Benny and so they found themselves outside on the street being duly counted.

By that time Ray's head was thumping and he was close to giving up on the idea; maybe God or someone else didn’t want him to propose. Maybe it was karma; maybe it was all a bad idea anyway; maybe Benny would say no. Maybe Benny would do worse than say no, maybe he'd just talk around the issue; pointing out that two men couldn't actually, as such, get married. Maybe . . .

But then he put his hand into his pocket and felt the small box under his fingers and he knew he had to go through with it. He wanted to go through with it.

Once more he guided Benny into the closet, closed the door and took a deep breath. Then he let it out again and waited; waited for something to happen.

But nothing did.

So he took another deep breath, reached out and took Benny's hand. "Benton Fraser," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. "Will you marry me?"

Benny beamed happily. "Oh, yes, Ray," he said, leaning forward and kissing him.





TITLE: Crossing Lines
AUTHOR: Nikki Harrington
FANDOM: Due South
PAIRING: Benton Fraser/Raymond Vecchio
GENRE: Slash. Established Relationship. Angst. Darkish.
SUMMARY: Fraser never thought the day would come when he did what he did.
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 500
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for aingeal8c - 'G' - Gun
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



Fraser stared in horror and shock at the gun in his hand.

What had he done?

For a moment he felt darkness sweep through him and bile race up into his mouth. He had killed a man. He had killed a man in cold blood. He had killed a man to save the life of another. He had killed a man to save the life of Raymond Vecchio. Ray Vecchio: partner, friend and lover. The man he loved and was loved by.

Then the darkness fled and he felt over-whelming calm spread through his body. Carefully he pushed the safety-catch back on the gun and pushed it under his tunic into the back of his trousers.

Then moving carefully, steadily he crossed to where the body of the man he had shot was sprawled. He had no doubt the man was dead; he may not use a gun very often, he may not be licensed to use a gun in Chicago, but he was, nonetheless an excellent shot. However, certain that he was, his training insisted he made sure, so still with care and still with the same calm that had swept through him, he dropped to one knee and put his hand on the assailant's carotid artery. There was nothing; he felt no flutter of life beneath his fingers.

The man was dead. He, Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had killed him.

"Benny?" Ray's voice, little more than a harsh whisper came across the sudden void that had arisen.

Fraser shook himself, stood back up and hurried to where Ray lay, his hand pressed against his side. "Ray," he said, putting his own hand over Ray's and letting the other come to rest on Ray's shoulder, before he moved his fingers to stroke Ray's face.

"What happened, Benny?"

"He shot you, Ray. And he was moving in to shoot you again; no doubt to kill you. So I," he swallowed hard and went on. "I grabbed your back-up gun and . . . And I shot him, Ray. He is dead."

"Benny." Ray's voice sounded even softer as he moved his other hand and searched for Fraser's. "You grabbed my gun?"

"Why, yes, Ray. You had fallen to the ground; it was a simple enough move for me to roll, pull out your gun, push off the safety and fire it."

"Doesn't sound that simple to me, Benny," Ray said, now capturing the hand Fraser was using to stroke his face.

"I assure you, Ray. There was nothing complicated about it. It was just a matter of -"

"Benny," Ray's voice cut into his words.

"Yes, Ray?"

"You'd better call 911."

"Ah, yes. I should indeed hand myself over to the authorities."

Ray shook his head. "No, Benny. I meant call me an ambulance."

"But what about -"

"Lieutenant Welsh'll sort it, Benny."

"But Ray -"

"Hush, Benny. Just trust me."

"Always, Ray," Fraser said, and with now shaking hands, he took Ray's cell phone from his pocket and dialed the number.





TITLE: Making The First Move
AUTHOR: Nikki Harrington
FANDOM: Due South
PAIRING: Benton Fraser/Raymond Vecchio
GENRE: Slash. First Time. Humour.
SUMMARY: Ray notices something odd about Benny and acts on it.
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 500
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for andeincascade - 'W' - Wink
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



"And so Ma said -" Ray came to an abrupt halt and just stared at Benny. Surely he hadn't seen what he thought he'd seen. No, of course he hadn't. It was just a trick of the light or something.

"Your mother said what, Ray?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. She said that if Frannie ever -" Once again Ray stopped dead and looked at his partner. He'd done it again, and this time it was no trick of the light or anything else. Benny had winked at him. Benton Fraser had winked at him! But why? It couldn't be - No, of course not. That wasn't possible.

"Ray." The sound of Benny saying his name cut into his thoughts.

Ray shook himself mentally. "Yeah, Benny," he said, and tried to smile.

"You were telling me about your mother and something she said about Francesca."

"I was?"

"Why, yes, Ray, you were. Are you feeling all right, Ray?"

"I'm fine, Benny. Just - Look, I'll finish the story later when I pick you up. I have to go and see Lieutenant Welsh." And with those words, Ray grabbed two files and fled from his desk. Behind him he heard Benny saying something, but he didn't wait to hear what it was.

He spent two minutes in Welsh's office, long enough for Benny to leave and Welsh to think he was crazy, before heading to the men's room. There he shut himself in a cubicle and began to think.

A FEW HOURS LATER

"Hello, Ray," Benny said, climbing into the Riv and smiling at Ray. "Are you feeling better now?"

"I was fine earlier, Benny, it was just -" Ray couldn't believe it; Benny had done it again. He had winked at him again.

Well that was enough for Ray. Once might be an accident, twice, co-incidental, but three times . . .

"Er, Ray, I believe you just -" Ray heard Benny gulp, and out of the corner of his eye saw him grip the seat hard as he raced through a red light.

Once they reached Benny's apartment Ray dragged him inside, pushed him back against the door and kissed him. For a moment he felt Benny's surprise, but then to his own surprise and relief, Benny started kissing him back.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

"Not that I am complaining at all, Ray, but why did you choose that moment to kiss me?" Benny asked, as they lay entwined under a single sheet on Benny's very hard bed.

"Oh, that," Ray said, lightly brushing Benny's chest with his fingertips. "Well, it was your fault really, Benny."

"Mine?"

"Yeah. You were the one who winked at me all day."

"Ah." Benny's tone was not exactly reassuring.

"'Ah' what, Benny?" Ray asked, as a chill began to seep through him.

"Er, Ray, I have to confess that I was not winking at you. I merely had something in my eye."

For a moment Ray froze in horror, but his fears were allayed when Benny pushed himself up onto one arm and once again began to kiss him.

Tags: fandom: due south, fanfic: stories, pairing (slash): fraser/vecchio
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