Deathfic, Pt III
Deathfic, Pt I
Deathfic, Pt II
Title: Any More Perfect (Deathfic, Pt III)
Word Count: 330
Characters: RayV, Fraser
A/N: Warning, death fic
With thanks to akamine_chan, as always, for beta.
“Is there a more perfect way to die?”
Fraser sought Ray’s hand with his own and gripped it. Surely no dying man should have this much strength left in him.
“Surrounded by family, and friends?” His lips quirked in that little smile Ray knew so well.
The air was sharp with the crisp scent of spring breaking through the snowmelt, drifting through the open window. Outside, the sun was coaxing new buds out of the trees, drawing fresh green shoots from the ground. Inside, it was cool, almost cold. But Fraser liked the window open.
Their fingers stayed linked on the quilt.
“Perhaps…” Fraser’s face turned to the window and the view out onto the open hillside. “Perhaps I should have died out there. Doing my duty. Like my father.”
“You think that would’ve been more perfect?” Ray asked.
Fraser’s head rolled back on the pillow, and those dark blue eyes rested on Ray.
“No.”
There was a moment, as they looked at each other, when the years and the pain and the hazy veil of drugs all fell away, and it was how it had been. The two of them, understanding each other. Perfect.
Then Fraser blinked, and his gaze clouded over, and it seemed that he was seeing something else, far away.
“Dad?”
“Your Dad isn’t here.”
Fraser drew in a deep breath, and then a sharp one, and his grip tightened.
“Benny!” Ray leaned over him. “Are you OK? You want - ?” Benny was already shaking his head against the pillow.
“I’m alright.” His eyes were clenched shut. Under the heavy white blankets, his body was thin, wasted, too frail for the new spring.
“Does it hurt?”
A stupid question. Ray couldn’t help but ask it.
“A little,” Fraser breathed.
“You want me to go get the nurse?” The hospice nurse was in the living room, drinking tea and waiting. Like all of them.
“No. Don’t go. Stay with me. Ray. Ray?”
“Benny, I’m still right here.”
Deathfic, Pt II
Title: Any More Perfect (Deathfic, Pt III)
Word Count: 330
Characters: RayV, Fraser
A/N: Warning, death fic
With thanks to akamine_chan, as always, for beta.
“Is there a more perfect way to die?”
Fraser sought Ray’s hand with his own and gripped it. Surely no dying man should have this much strength left in him.
“Surrounded by family, and friends?” His lips quirked in that little smile Ray knew so well.
The air was sharp with the crisp scent of spring breaking through the snowmelt, drifting through the open window. Outside, the sun was coaxing new buds out of the trees, drawing fresh green shoots from the ground. Inside, it was cool, almost cold. But Fraser liked the window open.
Their fingers stayed linked on the quilt.
“Perhaps…” Fraser’s face turned to the window and the view out onto the open hillside. “Perhaps I should have died out there. Doing my duty. Like my father.”
“You think that would’ve been more perfect?” Ray asked.
Fraser’s head rolled back on the pillow, and those dark blue eyes rested on Ray.
“No.”
There was a moment, as they looked at each other, when the years and the pain and the hazy veil of drugs all fell away, and it was how it had been. The two of them, understanding each other. Perfect.
Then Fraser blinked, and his gaze clouded over, and it seemed that he was seeing something else, far away.
“Dad?”
“Your Dad isn’t here.”
Fraser drew in a deep breath, and then a sharp one, and his grip tightened.
“Benny!” Ray leaned over him. “Are you OK? You want - ?” Benny was already shaking his head against the pillow.
“I’m alright.” His eyes were clenched shut. Under the heavy white blankets, his body was thin, wasted, too frail for the new spring.
“Does it hurt?”
A stupid question. Ray couldn’t help but ask it.
“A little,” Fraser breathed.
“You want me to go get the nurse?” The hospice nurse was in the living room, drinking tea and waiting. Like all of them.
“No. Don’t go. Stay with me. Ray. Ray?”
“Benny, I’m still right here.”