Fic: Nothing to Wish For (Due South - Fraser/RayK - PG)
I've been meaning to post this since last weekend when the names were revealed. Sorry for the delay. This is my fic for the Remix Redux.
Title: Nothing to Wish For (The Wedding That Wasn't So Weird)
Author: Moosesal (moosesal@gmail.com)
Summary: Fraser and Ray attend Dewey's wedding reception -- a retelling from Fraser's point of view.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Due South
Warnings: slash romance
Spoilers: none
Title and author of original story: Waiting for the Weird by kindkit
Fraser hasn't been to that many weddings in his day. He's never been in a big enough place long enough to get to know people. If you don't know people, you don't get invited. Of course, there were some Inuit weddings and a few others, but they were all ... well, Ray would say they were Canadian. And he would be right.
Ray, however, has been to lots of weddings -- including his own -- and he's told Fraser what to expect. But this? Is nothing like Fraser'd expected from Ray's descriptions. This? Is wonderful. The food, the music, the people. And despite the fact that Fraser knows Ray's been expecting him to do something weird, something Canadian, Fraser's content just to stand and take it all in. In the car, on the way here, Fraser had worried aloud that he might do something to embarrass Ray, but then Ray squeezed his hand and smiled and all his nervousness had melted away. Ray wouldn't really care if Fraser embarrassed himself or Ray. He loves him.
So here they are surrounded by Ray's fellow officers, as well as Thatcher and Turnbull. Even Dief -- who after a very long talking to agreed to behave himself -- is sitting in the corner with Ante. And Dewey and his lovely new wife, Heather, have been dancing and smiling and it's all very lovely.
He sees the way Ray keeps staring at him across the room, watching, waiting for something to happen. He probably thinks something crazy's going to happen, because even Fraser can admit that strange things do happen when he's around. But the reception continues without incident.
Fraser sips his sparkling cider and pops another mini quiche into his mouth and smiles at his lover who smiles back, knowing he was caught looking. Fraser knows that not all of Ray's looks are worried ones. He knows that look in Ray's eyes and he feels heat rise under his collar; he reaches up to adjust his bow tie. He'd wanted to wear the serge, but Ray convinced him to wear a tux instead. Ray looks smashing in his own tuxedo, and Fraser keeps thinking of getting him out of it when they get home.
Fraser blushes again and tries to resume his conversation with Huey and his wife, but now Ray has this look on his face that Fraser can't quite read. “If you'll excuse me,” he says before heading over to Ray. "What's the matter, Ray? You look anxious."
"Nah." Ray's always been a horrible liar. And the longer they've been together the easier it's become for Fraser to read him. So now he knows there's something wrong. He bites his lip and looks into Ray's eyes and waits for him to come clean. And then Ray sighs and gives in. "I'm just waiting for us all to be taken hostage by --" he pauses, his eyes sweeping the room before landing on the buffet table "-- by the Fish Liberation Society. Or something. You know."
Fraser can't help but smile. "I think the smoked salmon is past being liberated, Ray."
Ray rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You know what I mean. I'm waiting for all the little iron filings of weirdness to come flying toward the giant weird magnet, which is you."
”Ah. Of course.” Fraser loves their banter and he knows Ray does too. And if they were home it'd probably go on for awhile before they'd end up kissing against the kitchen counter or sprawled out on the couch. Dief would leave the room and they'd smile at each other and kiss again. But the only thing appropriate in this venue is a smile. So that's what Fraser does. He smiles and hopes that Ray can see in his eyes how much he loves him. "Don't worry, Ray. Everything's going to be fine."
It seems to work because Ray's shoulders relax and the hum of energy surrounding him changes. "I bet weddings up in the Northwest Territories are different, huh?"
Fraser thinks for a moment that he should just say no, but then he wonders if maybe Ray needs him to tell Inuit stories sometimes, just like he needs to tell them. So he dives into the tale of Agatha Arnaaluk, who traveled one hundred twenty-seven kilometers through a blizzard -- on a dogsled, of course -- to get to her own wedding because she didn't have a phone and it wouldn't have been polite to just not show up when all those people were waiting. He moves from that story on to others and eventually ends up on the one about the time when Gordy Clement got mixed up with his brother-in-law who was growing greenhouse marijuana, when he notices Ray moving to the music of the band.
Ray loves to dance and he hasn't been on the dance floor all night and here Fraser is going on about Gordy getting sunburned from grow lamps when Ray so obviously wants to be dancing. Fraser stops mid-sentence and smiles. "Ah, I see you like this song, Ray,"
And Ray must take that as permission or something because then he really starts to move -- his body loose and free, graceful in a way Fraser has always admired. "Yeah. Or I'm just crazy with the relief that it's not 'The Greatest Love of All' again. Do they play that at Canadian weddings? I bet they don't. I bet that Chart of Human Rights won't let them."
Fraser cups Ray's elbow in his hand as Ray dances in place. He wants to kiss him right now. Instead he replies to Ray's comment. "It's true that Canadian human rights law is quite comprehensive, but I'm not sure that a difference in taste could in fact be considered a violation-"
"Frase. Kidding."
"Yes, Ray. I know." If he smiles any wider, his face will freeze, but he can't help it. Seeing Ray like this makes him so happy. "Go and dance,” he says. “I like to see you dance."
For several long seconds Ray just stares at him and Fraser knows that if Ray doesn't move, he's going to have to drag him out to the car. But then Ray slips away and he's dancing with Huey's wife and Dewey's sister and mother. He dances with Frannie despite the awkwardness of her belly that Ray keeps insisting must have twins inside. He dances with women Fraser's never seen before and he's fairly certain that Ray doesn't know them either. He even dances with the bride a couple of times and is going for number three until Dewey cuts in and once again Ray ends up standing next to him at the buffet table.
Fraser's been half-talking to Frannie and half-watching Ray, and as much as he loves her, he's grateful for Ray's return. It must show because he's completely focused on Ray when Frannie says, "You guys," and blushes and punches Fraser in the arm before toddling off to the desert table.
Fraser feels himself blush as he nods to her then returns his full attention to Ray. "Well, Ray, you look much more at ease." And he knows it's more than that because Ray is smiling and bouncing.
"Dancing's good for what ails ya," he says as he pops a piece of smoked salmon into his mouth. He points at the bride and groom slow dancing despite the fast song the band's playing. "It can make you happy even if you're marrying Dewey."
"Ray-" he chastises.
"Kidding." Fraser wouldn't care if he were kidding or not, though, because Ray's licking his fingers. And Fraser knows he's been caught looking when Ray licks them again just for show. "But you gotta admit, Dewey getting a woman like that to marry him, that's some luck. Good thing Dewey's off the force, because he's probably in negative luck now. Luck debt. He'd be attracting bullets worse than you."
"She is a remarkable woman."
Ray pushes aside a few radishes looking for any last bits of salmon. Fraser has to stop himself from wondering if all of this isn't what Ray would want again. He thinks of how much Ray loved Stella and imagines them on the dance floor Ray just left. He knows Ray would argue with him; he insists he doesn't want that again, doesn't want her. Assures him that all he wants is Fraser. But Fraser can't help wondering now and then, and before he can stop himself he blurts out, "Ray, do you ever wish --"
"Do not finish that sentence, Fraser. Do not. That is a pop-Fraser-in-the-head kind of sentence."
He's immediately apologetic and slightly embarrassed. Yes, they've had this discussion before and he knows the answer, but he just can't help himself. "I only-"
"I know what you meant, Frase. And no, I don't wish."
Fraser can see the truth in Ray's eyes. He starts to take Ray's hand in his, then hesitates, but Ray doesn't let him go. They end up standing side-by-side, hips and shoulders grazing, and Fraser finally relaxes.
When Ray says "Dance with me," Fraser can't help but get nervous again and try to pull away. But Ray won't let go of his hand.
"Ray, I don't think it would be appropriate to do anything that might cause distress to-"
But Ray cuts him off and yells, "Hey, Heather? You gonna get distressed if I dance with my boyfriend at your wedding?"
Fraser's pretty sure that the look on Dewey's face isn't one of approval, but when Heather gives them the thumbs-up, Ray says "Come on, then," and pulls him on to the floor. "We can be the freaky thing that happened at the wedding. No fish liberators, just a couple guys dancing."
"Ray --"
The protest dies from his lips when Ray leans in and whispers "Dance with me," in his ear.
And he does because he can't resist Ray, especially not when he whispers in his ear, his breath hot on his neck. For a second Fraser's not sure he'll be able to dance because that voice makes his knees go weak. But then he lets his arms settle around Ray's waist and he follows Ray's lead as best he can. He doesn't come close to dancing like him, but the look in Ray's eyes reminds him that that doesn't matter. This isn't about technique, it's about them. Being together.
"I don't wish," Ray whispers. "Nothing to wish for, Frase." And Fraser lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding since they first met.
Title: Nothing to Wish For (The Wedding That Wasn't So Weird)
Author: Moosesal (moosesal@gmail.com)
Summary: Fraser and Ray attend Dewey's wedding reception -- a retelling from Fraser's point of view.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Due South
Warnings: slash romance
Spoilers: none
Title and author of original story: Waiting for the Weird by kindkit
Fraser hasn't been to that many weddings in his day. He's never been in a big enough place long enough to get to know people. If you don't know people, you don't get invited. Of course, there were some Inuit weddings and a few others, but they were all ... well, Ray would say they were Canadian. And he would be right.
Ray, however, has been to lots of weddings -- including his own -- and he's told Fraser what to expect. But this? Is nothing like Fraser'd expected from Ray's descriptions. This? Is wonderful. The food, the music, the people. And despite the fact that Fraser knows Ray's been expecting him to do something weird, something Canadian, Fraser's content just to stand and take it all in. In the car, on the way here, Fraser had worried aloud that he might do something to embarrass Ray, but then Ray squeezed his hand and smiled and all his nervousness had melted away. Ray wouldn't really care if Fraser embarrassed himself or Ray. He loves him.
So here they are surrounded by Ray's fellow officers, as well as Thatcher and Turnbull. Even Dief -- who after a very long talking to agreed to behave himself -- is sitting in the corner with Ante. And Dewey and his lovely new wife, Heather, have been dancing and smiling and it's all very lovely.
He sees the way Ray keeps staring at him across the room, watching, waiting for something to happen. He probably thinks something crazy's going to happen, because even Fraser can admit that strange things do happen when he's around. But the reception continues without incident.
Fraser sips his sparkling cider and pops another mini quiche into his mouth and smiles at his lover who smiles back, knowing he was caught looking. Fraser knows that not all of Ray's looks are worried ones. He knows that look in Ray's eyes and he feels heat rise under his collar; he reaches up to adjust his bow tie. He'd wanted to wear the serge, but Ray convinced him to wear a tux instead. Ray looks smashing in his own tuxedo, and Fraser keeps thinking of getting him out of it when they get home.
Fraser blushes again and tries to resume his conversation with Huey and his wife, but now Ray has this look on his face that Fraser can't quite read. “If you'll excuse me,” he says before heading over to Ray. "What's the matter, Ray? You look anxious."
"Nah." Ray's always been a horrible liar. And the longer they've been together the easier it's become for Fraser to read him. So now he knows there's something wrong. He bites his lip and looks into Ray's eyes and waits for him to come clean. And then Ray sighs and gives in. "I'm just waiting for us all to be taken hostage by --" he pauses, his eyes sweeping the room before landing on the buffet table "-- by the Fish Liberation Society. Or something. You know."
Fraser can't help but smile. "I think the smoked salmon is past being liberated, Ray."
Ray rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You know what I mean. I'm waiting for all the little iron filings of weirdness to come flying toward the giant weird magnet, which is you."
”Ah. Of course.” Fraser loves their banter and he knows Ray does too. And if they were home it'd probably go on for awhile before they'd end up kissing against the kitchen counter or sprawled out on the couch. Dief would leave the room and they'd smile at each other and kiss again. But the only thing appropriate in this venue is a smile. So that's what Fraser does. He smiles and hopes that Ray can see in his eyes how much he loves him. "Don't worry, Ray. Everything's going to be fine."
It seems to work because Ray's shoulders relax and the hum of energy surrounding him changes. "I bet weddings up in the Northwest Territories are different, huh?"
Fraser thinks for a moment that he should just say no, but then he wonders if maybe Ray needs him to tell Inuit stories sometimes, just like he needs to tell them. So he dives into the tale of Agatha Arnaaluk, who traveled one hundred twenty-seven kilometers through a blizzard -- on a dogsled, of course -- to get to her own wedding because she didn't have a phone and it wouldn't have been polite to just not show up when all those people were waiting. He moves from that story on to others and eventually ends up on the one about the time when Gordy Clement got mixed up with his brother-in-law who was growing greenhouse marijuana, when he notices Ray moving to the music of the band.
Ray loves to dance and he hasn't been on the dance floor all night and here Fraser is going on about Gordy getting sunburned from grow lamps when Ray so obviously wants to be dancing. Fraser stops mid-sentence and smiles. "Ah, I see you like this song, Ray,"
And Ray must take that as permission or something because then he really starts to move -- his body loose and free, graceful in a way Fraser has always admired. "Yeah. Or I'm just crazy with the relief that it's not 'The Greatest Love of All' again. Do they play that at Canadian weddings? I bet they don't. I bet that Chart of Human Rights won't let them."
Fraser cups Ray's elbow in his hand as Ray dances in place. He wants to kiss him right now. Instead he replies to Ray's comment. "It's true that Canadian human rights law is quite comprehensive, but I'm not sure that a difference in taste could in fact be considered a violation-"
"Frase. Kidding."
"Yes, Ray. I know." If he smiles any wider, his face will freeze, but he can't help it. Seeing Ray like this makes him so happy. "Go and dance,” he says. “I like to see you dance."
For several long seconds Ray just stares at him and Fraser knows that if Ray doesn't move, he's going to have to drag him out to the car. But then Ray slips away and he's dancing with Huey's wife and Dewey's sister and mother. He dances with Frannie despite the awkwardness of her belly that Ray keeps insisting must have twins inside. He dances with women Fraser's never seen before and he's fairly certain that Ray doesn't know them either. He even dances with the bride a couple of times and is going for number three until Dewey cuts in and once again Ray ends up standing next to him at the buffet table.
Fraser's been half-talking to Frannie and half-watching Ray, and as much as he loves her, he's grateful for Ray's return. It must show because he's completely focused on Ray when Frannie says, "You guys," and blushes and punches Fraser in the arm before toddling off to the desert table.
Fraser feels himself blush as he nods to her then returns his full attention to Ray. "Well, Ray, you look much more at ease." And he knows it's more than that because Ray is smiling and bouncing.
"Dancing's good for what ails ya," he says as he pops a piece of smoked salmon into his mouth. He points at the bride and groom slow dancing despite the fast song the band's playing. "It can make you happy even if you're marrying Dewey."
"Ray-" he chastises.
"Kidding." Fraser wouldn't care if he were kidding or not, though, because Ray's licking his fingers. And Fraser knows he's been caught looking when Ray licks them again just for show. "But you gotta admit, Dewey getting a woman like that to marry him, that's some luck. Good thing Dewey's off the force, because he's probably in negative luck now. Luck debt. He'd be attracting bullets worse than you."
"She is a remarkable woman."
Ray pushes aside a few radishes looking for any last bits of salmon. Fraser has to stop himself from wondering if all of this isn't what Ray would want again. He thinks of how much Ray loved Stella and imagines them on the dance floor Ray just left. He knows Ray would argue with him; he insists he doesn't want that again, doesn't want her. Assures him that all he wants is Fraser. But Fraser can't help wondering now and then, and before he can stop himself he blurts out, "Ray, do you ever wish --"
"Do not finish that sentence, Fraser. Do not. That is a pop-Fraser-in-the-head kind of sentence."
He's immediately apologetic and slightly embarrassed. Yes, they've had this discussion before and he knows the answer, but he just can't help himself. "I only-"
"I know what you meant, Frase. And no, I don't wish."
Fraser can see the truth in Ray's eyes. He starts to take Ray's hand in his, then hesitates, but Ray doesn't let him go. They end up standing side-by-side, hips and shoulders grazing, and Fraser finally relaxes.
When Ray says "Dance with me," Fraser can't help but get nervous again and try to pull away. But Ray won't let go of his hand.
"Ray, I don't think it would be appropriate to do anything that might cause distress to-"
But Ray cuts him off and yells, "Hey, Heather? You gonna get distressed if I dance with my boyfriend at your wedding?"
Fraser's pretty sure that the look on Dewey's face isn't one of approval, but when Heather gives them the thumbs-up, Ray says "Come on, then," and pulls him on to the floor. "We can be the freaky thing that happened at the wedding. No fish liberators, just a couple guys dancing."
"Ray --"
The protest dies from his lips when Ray leans in and whispers "Dance with me," in his ear.
And he does because he can't resist Ray, especially not when he whispers in his ear, his breath hot on his neck. For a second Fraser's not sure he'll be able to dance because that voice makes his knees go weak. But then he lets his arms settle around Ray's waist and he follows Ray's lead as best he can. He doesn't come close to dancing like him, but the look in Ray's eyes reminds him that that doesn't matter. This isn't about technique, it's about them. Being together.
"I don't wish," Ray whispers. "Nothing to wish for, Frase." And Fraser lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding since they first met.