fic_off[Due South] Where Man
Title: Where Man
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Fandom: Due South
Category: #1: "Fic'ed Off"
Old Wordcount: 4312
New Wordcount: 4409
Link to beginning of fic: Here
Sequel to There Wolf and Here Ghost
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"Okay, so maybe you can explain this to me." Ray shifted his weight to one foot, waving two fingers in the direction of the Mountie. "Everywhere we go... rubber ducks. What's up with that?"
"Well, you see son, it's like this..."
Diefenbaker sighed, resting his head on his paws. They had two visitors tonight, Ray and their Father. And while he didn't mind Ray's presence so much, he was of the opinion that Sgt. Robert Fraser was an annoying ghostly pain in the tukiss.
The knock to the Chicago cop's head had resulted in permanent side effects instead of temporary. So every few nights, usually when Benton had done something out of Ray's comfort zone, such as jumping off of buildings, Ray would stop by to visit. Which was cool, because as an astral presence, Ray talked to him as a human, instead of an unintelligent beast. Even if their conversations were a bit one sided, due to the fact that Ray still couldn't completely understand him.
His vocal cords were just not suited for English. Now if he could get Ray to learn some Inuktitut, that would be another story.
But still, it was nice to have some friendly company during the night. Benton wasn't the only one far from home, even if the food was better here.
MMmmmmmmm.... donuts...
Ray adapted to his so-called spirit status with an unanimity that probably should have been a shock, but wasn't. For all his prickliness and grumbling, their partner was a very flexible man. In more ways then one. If Benton had seen Ray experimenting with the whole 'floating in mid air' thing, he doubted if his brother would ever be able to look at Ray without turning brighter red than the surge.
Deif had a few theories that he kept to himself about Ray's sudden ablities and visits to their domicle. One being that Ray spent the Eclipse, superstitiously a time between life and death, in an open grave on top of a coffin. So the spirit form really shouldn't be that much of a surprise. He'd passed through the border dead.
The second being that the first time they'd seen Ray with a severe head injury, Ray had just run blindly to the Consulate, sliding across the floor and calling for their help. His first ghostly appearance here probably had less to do with the fact that Ray was bored than the fact that the blond instinctively turned to them for safety in when confronted with unexplainable sitations.
Therefore, Ray feeling uncomfortable meant Ray showing up here. It was an equation Dief felt at peace with.
Now if only Ray would remember these late night conversations and visits. He was getting better, more and more things were slipping through to the daylight memories, but he'd yet to remember everything. It was as frustrating to Ray as it was to both Dief and Benton. It was only a matter of time before Ray and Benton were going to need to talk. Especially about these 'were wolf' dreams Ray kept having.
One, that Dief was very pleased to note, he wasn't going to be involved in. That was allllll little brother's mess. If Benton wanted to bring Ray into their pack --not that Dief had any complaints on that end, he honestly liked Ray-- Benton had to be the one to explain things.
Speaking of Ray and Benton, Ray was looking down at the sleeping Mountie with a thoughtful frown on his face. Benton was streached out as he usually was, flat on his back with his hands clasped over his chest, face pretty much passive. "Something wrong?" Robert queried, his hemming and hawing fading off.
"Nah." Ray waved off the concern. "Just realised that he sleeps like a vampire, y'know? Guy looks like he's in a coffin or somethin'. Ready to rise from the dead and suck the blood of unsuspecting victims. Blah, blaaaah!" The last was said in a mock scary tone.
Robert gave Ray a look that quite clearly stated that the dead Mountie thought the detective was unhinged. "You're strange."
Ray beamed in response. "Understood."
Dief snickered, allowing himself to rise and stretch. Ray grinned at him, ruffling his fur with ghostly hand that never quite connected. He nudged back, pleased at the attention, even if he couldn't feel it.
A vampire in longjohns. He'd have to remember that one to tease Benton with later.
"Hey, Deif. That reminds me. Chi-town here is home of the Twinkies. Should see if we can't do a tour of the factory later. Bet you'd like that."
"Hrumph." Robert cleared his throat, glaring at Dief. "Vulgar display of an excess of sugar and carbohydrates. You'll get -fat-."
Diefenbaker growled at his father. Benton might argue manners in the face of their father, but Dief had to deal with the ghost more often then his younger brother.
"Right. So back to the Rubber Ducky thing." Ray's voice cut through his train of thought as well as Robert's ramblings. "In other words, ya don't have a clue."
Yet another perk of Ray's late night visits: Their father acted much the same as he did when he was alive, staying on the ground. Ray preferred the anti-gravity time. It had been demonstrated very earlier on in their acquaintance that Ray could, and would, kick Robert in the head if he felt that the dead Mountie was being annoying. And Ray, being non-caporal as well, made contact.
Ray and Robert got along fairly well after that.
"Not a one." Robert admitted with a proud tilt of his head.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Dief laid his head back down on his front paws and sighed.
-fin-
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Fandom: Due South
Category: #1: "Fic'ed Off"
Old Wordcount: 4312
New Wordcount: 4409
Link to beginning of fic: Here
Sequel to There Wolf and Here Ghost
+++
"Okay, so maybe you can explain this to me." Ray shifted his weight to one foot, waving two fingers in the direction of the Mountie. "Everywhere we go... rubber ducks. What's up with that?"
"Well, you see son, it's like this..."
Diefenbaker sighed, resting his head on his paws. They had two visitors tonight, Ray and their Father. And while he didn't mind Ray's presence so much, he was of the opinion that Sgt. Robert Fraser was an annoying ghostly pain in the tukiss.
The knock to the Chicago cop's head had resulted in permanent side effects instead of temporary. So every few nights, usually when Benton had done something out of Ray's comfort zone, such as jumping off of buildings, Ray would stop by to visit. Which was cool, because as an astral presence, Ray talked to him as a human, instead of an unintelligent beast. Even if their conversations were a bit one sided, due to the fact that Ray still couldn't completely understand him.
His vocal cords were just not suited for English. Now if he could get Ray to learn some Inuktitut, that would be another story.
But still, it was nice to have some friendly company during the night. Benton wasn't the only one far from home, even if the food was better here.
MMmmmmmmm.... donuts...
Ray adapted to his so-called spirit status with an unanimity that probably should have been a shock, but wasn't. For all his prickliness and grumbling, their partner was a very flexible man. In more ways then one. If Benton had seen Ray experimenting with the whole 'floating in mid air' thing, he doubted if his brother would ever be able to look at Ray without turning brighter red than the surge.
Deif had a few theories that he kept to himself about Ray's sudden ablities and visits to their domicle. One being that Ray spent the Eclipse, superstitiously a time between life and death, in an open grave on top of a coffin. So the spirit form really shouldn't be that much of a surprise. He'd passed through the border dead.
The second being that the first time they'd seen Ray with a severe head injury, Ray had just run blindly to the Consulate, sliding across the floor and calling for their help. His first ghostly appearance here probably had less to do with the fact that Ray was bored than the fact that the blond instinctively turned to them for safety in when confronted with unexplainable sitations.
Therefore, Ray feeling uncomfortable meant Ray showing up here. It was an equation Dief felt at peace with.
Now if only Ray would remember these late night conversations and visits. He was getting better, more and more things were slipping through to the daylight memories, but he'd yet to remember everything. It was as frustrating to Ray as it was to both Dief and Benton. It was only a matter of time before Ray and Benton were going to need to talk. Especially about these 'were wolf' dreams Ray kept having.
One, that Dief was very pleased to note, he wasn't going to be involved in. That was allllll little brother's mess. If Benton wanted to bring Ray into their pack --not that Dief had any complaints on that end, he honestly liked Ray-- Benton had to be the one to explain things.
Speaking of Ray and Benton, Ray was looking down at the sleeping Mountie with a thoughtful frown on his face. Benton was streached out as he usually was, flat on his back with his hands clasped over his chest, face pretty much passive. "Something wrong?" Robert queried, his hemming and hawing fading off.
"Nah." Ray waved off the concern. "Just realised that he sleeps like a vampire, y'know? Guy looks like he's in a coffin or somethin'. Ready to rise from the dead and suck the blood of unsuspecting victims. Blah, blaaaah!" The last was said in a mock scary tone.
Robert gave Ray a look that quite clearly stated that the dead Mountie thought the detective was unhinged. "You're strange."
Ray beamed in response. "Understood."
Dief snickered, allowing himself to rise and stretch. Ray grinned at him, ruffling his fur with ghostly hand that never quite connected. He nudged back, pleased at the attention, even if he couldn't feel it.
A vampire in longjohns. He'd have to remember that one to tease Benton with later.
"Hey, Deif. That reminds me. Chi-town here is home of the Twinkies. Should see if we can't do a tour of the factory later. Bet you'd like that."
"Hrumph." Robert cleared his throat, glaring at Dief. "Vulgar display of an excess of sugar and carbohydrates. You'll get -fat-."
Diefenbaker growled at his father. Benton might argue manners in the face of their father, but Dief had to deal with the ghost more often then his younger brother.
"Right. So back to the Rubber Ducky thing." Ray's voice cut through his train of thought as well as Robert's ramblings. "In other words, ya don't have a clue."
Yet another perk of Ray's late night visits: Their father acted much the same as he did when he was alive, staying on the ground. Ray preferred the anti-gravity time. It had been demonstrated very earlier on in their acquaintance that Ray could, and would, kick Robert in the head if he felt that the dead Mountie was being annoying. And Ray, being non-caporal as well, made contact.
Ray and Robert got along fairly well after that.
"Not a one." Robert admitted with a proud tilt of his head.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Dief laid his head back down on his front paws and sighed.
-fin-