Round Robin!

[mondschein1]

Hey guys! I have been absent for...um, a really long time, doing...stuff. RL stuff. Nothing of import. But now I've got free time again, and it is glorious! So I was trying to finish off this giant dS fic that I've been writing for years at this point, and it wouldn't work, because I was so rusty. So I said, hey, start yourself up slow, why don'

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[mondschein1]

Ray sifted through the pile of paper on his desk and sighed. Some days, he just wanted to go home. Never mind that his home was messy, empty except for the turtle, and starting to smell just a little near the garbage cans. Some days, a guy needs more than a couple cases of petty thievery and two of arson to keep his ass planted at his desk. Some days, you need a jolt, something more than a cup of coffee, something like --

Something red caught the corner of his eye, and he glanced up automatically to see -- Fraser. Duh. Who the hell else goes around looking like that exact shade of fire truck?

But Fraser was looking a little worse for the wear. Kind of, you know, singed around the edges. Ripped up. A little smudged. "Um, Frase?" he said, half-rising out of his chair. "What happened to you?"

[akamine_chan]

Fraser opened his mouth, and then shut it. He looked scared, which in turn terrified Ray. Fraser wasn't afraid of anything.

"Ray-I-

"What, Fraser? What happened?" Ray made a c'mon, c'mon motion, worried.

Abruptly, Fraser turned and walked away.

[diabolicalfiend]

Ray stared after him. He got up suddenly, his chair falling backwards. He chased after Fraser, hitting the corner of the desk on his way. "Ah! Fraser?" he made a grab for his friend's tunic. "Fraser?"

[mizface]

He turned Fraser to face him, got a really close look at his partner's face, and almost wished he hadn't. He could see Fraser fighting for control, for the Mountie Mask, and it just. wasn't working. And now that they were face to face, he could see something else.

The look in Fraser's eyes wasn't just fear. There was a haunted, almost not-there quality Ray recognized from countless crime scenes. It was something he'd never expected to see on Fraser's face, and it looked so out of place that it stopped Ray from whatever it was he'd been going to say.

He gently pulled Fraser back toward his desk and sat him down. That Fraser just let him unnerved Ray even further. He sat on the edge of his desk, keeping a hand on Fraser's shoulder, whether for comfort or to keep him from bolting he couldn't say.

Then he realized something, and leaned in to carefully ask, "Fraser... where's Dief?"

[malnpudl]

Do you have gen or a pairing fic in mind? *intrigued*

[mondschein1]

I don't think I really had anything in mind -- it'd be most interesting, I guess, if we just let it develop and various people kept trying to steer it the way they wanted it to go, with the end result being nothing like anybody imagined. You know, somebody adds a little Kowalski-Vecchio tension 'cause they want to ship K/V, somebody else reads that as tension 'cause they're both interested in Fraser, somebody else decides to put in some nudges toward F/K/V 'cause that's the only way to resolve things, and yet another person can't properly conceive of the threesome and decides that they just all need to have a completely non-sexual fist-fight instead.

...does that answer your question?

[china_shop]

So I was trying to finish off this giant dS fic that I've been writing for years at this point

*cheers you on, waves pompoms, does cartwheels*

(I know what you mean about rusty, though. I'm writing snippets and it's so freeing to work on something short and finishable, and then to actually post it!)

[mondschein1]

Gahhhh. Victory! *runs away from computer to go play in the sunshine*

Dude. Writing fic is hard work. Why did I never realize that before?