The One Where They Tell Fraser
Title: The One Where They Tell Fraser
Author: slidellra
Pairing: Turnbull/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Notes: Sequel to The One with the Duck Boys. 579 words. Many thanks to llassah for beta.
Fraser lingered to chat with Ray in the kitchen, even though the box in his arms was growing heavy. Turnbull moving in must count as a benefit if it prompted Ray to have actual fruit in his house, much less to use kitchen appliances other than the coffee maker. Eventually, it would have been rude to further ignore Turnbull, so Fraser ventured into the living area, gratefully depositing his burden.
"Good afternoon."
Turnbull was resting on the couch, sock-clad feet on one end, his head propped on a pillow on the other.
"Oh, Constable Fraser. I'm so pleased you were able to come by after all. Do have a seat and make yourself at home."
For some reason, that made Turnbull blush and visibly bite his tongue. No blood was drawn, however, and he almost immediately continued with, "I do apologise for lying about in this terribly lazy manner. I'm afraid Ray is being somewhat overprotective today."
Fraser nodded, mystified. "We're off duty, Turnbull. Please feel free to call me Fraser."
The look of joy in his eyes, the fervent clasping of his hands over his heart, quite effectively showed his pleasure at this, as did his, "Oh, sir! I mean, Fraser. Thank you very much. I assure you, I will not let this new liberty affect our working relationship."
Fraser was growing rather uncomfortable, and found it a relief when Turnbull greeted the smoothie Ray brought him with the same level of enthusiasm. Once Turnbull had settled down and was sipping happily through his straw, Ray perched on the edge of the couch and cleared his throat.
"We have news, Fraser, and wanted you to be the first to hear it."
He felt a sudden, cowardly urge to flee. "More news? In addition to your cohabitation?"
Ray nodded. "Yup. Ren is not just living here- we're living together."
Relieved, Fraser responded, "Of course, Ray."
Leaning forward a little, Ray insisted, "Together, together."
"By which I imagine you mean that Turnbull and yourself are romantically involved. If you'll forgive me for saying it, I'm afraid that has become rather apparent. Congratulations to you both."
Ray straightened back up, sighing. "Cool, thanks."
"Yes, thank you. We do appreciate your support," Turnbull agreed.
"Okay, and now for the big news." Ray put Turnbull's beverage down on the coffee table, rolled his eyes when Turnbull moved it to a coaster, and then took his hand. "Do you want to tell him?"
"Oh, thank you, Ray, but you go ahead."
Ray faced Fraser, took a deep breath, and said, "Ren's having my baby."
Well. There was both quite a lot and nothing at all to say to that. Fraser coughed. "And, by 'Ren' you mean Constable Turnbull here?"
"Uh, yeah. Renfield, Ren, Turnbull. Yes."
"That is most unexpected news."
"Yeah, totally blew my mind when I found out, though Ren's been a champ about the whole thing. But, yeah. It's a miracle, I guess."
Ray's eyes were shining and he was grinning broadly, as was Turnbull.
"Ah... congratulations?" Fraser managed.
Ray's smile was incandescent. "Thanks, Fraser. That means a lot to me, I mean, to us." He moved a hand to Turnbull's abdomen and rubbed in gentle circles. Turnbull relaxed into the touch and gave Ray an exceedingly soft, luminous look.
Well. Indeed. This would take some getting used to.
***
Continued in The One Where Turnbull Leaves His Post
Author: slidellra
Pairing: Turnbull/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Notes: Sequel to The One with the Duck Boys. 579 words. Many thanks to llassah for beta.
Fraser lingered to chat with Ray in the kitchen, even though the box in his arms was growing heavy. Turnbull moving in must count as a benefit if it prompted Ray to have actual fruit in his house, much less to use kitchen appliances other than the coffee maker. Eventually, it would have been rude to further ignore Turnbull, so Fraser ventured into the living area, gratefully depositing his burden.
"Good afternoon."
Turnbull was resting on the couch, sock-clad feet on one end, his head propped on a pillow on the other.
"Oh, Constable Fraser. I'm so pleased you were able to come by after all. Do have a seat and make yourself at home."
For some reason, that made Turnbull blush and visibly bite his tongue. No blood was drawn, however, and he almost immediately continued with, "I do apologise for lying about in this terribly lazy manner. I'm afraid Ray is being somewhat overprotective today."
Fraser nodded, mystified. "We're off duty, Turnbull. Please feel free to call me Fraser."
The look of joy in his eyes, the fervent clasping of his hands over his heart, quite effectively showed his pleasure at this, as did his, "Oh, sir! I mean, Fraser. Thank you very much. I assure you, I will not let this new liberty affect our working relationship."
Fraser was growing rather uncomfortable, and found it a relief when Turnbull greeted the smoothie Ray brought him with the same level of enthusiasm. Once Turnbull had settled down and was sipping happily through his straw, Ray perched on the edge of the couch and cleared his throat.
"We have news, Fraser, and wanted you to be the first to hear it."
He felt a sudden, cowardly urge to flee. "More news? In addition to your cohabitation?"
Ray nodded. "Yup. Ren is not just living here- we're living together."
Relieved, Fraser responded, "Of course, Ray."
Leaning forward a little, Ray insisted, "Together, together."
"By which I imagine you mean that Turnbull and yourself are romantically involved. If you'll forgive me for saying it, I'm afraid that has become rather apparent. Congratulations to you both."
Ray straightened back up, sighing. "Cool, thanks."
"Yes, thank you. We do appreciate your support," Turnbull agreed.
"Okay, and now for the big news." Ray put Turnbull's beverage down on the coffee table, rolled his eyes when Turnbull moved it to a coaster, and then took his hand. "Do you want to tell him?"
"Oh, thank you, Ray, but you go ahead."
Ray faced Fraser, took a deep breath, and said, "Ren's having my baby."
Well. There was both quite a lot and nothing at all to say to that. Fraser coughed. "And, by 'Ren' you mean Constable Turnbull here?"
"Uh, yeah. Renfield, Ren, Turnbull. Yes."
"That is most unexpected news."
"Yeah, totally blew my mind when I found out, though Ren's been a champ about the whole thing. But, yeah. It's a miracle, I guess."
Ray's eyes were shining and he was grinning broadly, as was Turnbull.
"Ah... congratulations?" Fraser managed.
Ray's smile was incandescent. "Thanks, Fraser. That means a lot to me, I mean, to us." He moved a hand to Turnbull's abdomen and rubbed in gentle circles. Turnbull relaxed into the touch and gave Ray an exceedingly soft, luminous look.
Well. Indeed. This would take some getting used to.
***
Continued in The One Where Turnbull Leaves His Post