Rating: PG for m/m affection. If slash ain't your cup of tea, walk on
Spoilers: A teeny, tiny one for "Eclipse." This takes place
after CotW with the boys back in Chicago.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Notes: This is both my very first fanfic I've ever finished and my first
story of any kind in nearly a year. After the events of this past Tuesday,
I had a strong desire to write this and my muses wouldn't let me sleep
until I'd finished it. It's sappier than I originally planned it to
be, but I like it, and I hope you guys do too.
Thanks you to the lovely Kim for all her helpful comments and the title.
And a big thank you and virtual hugs and kisses to all my Serge sibs
who gave me such wonderful comments when I posted this there yesterday.
I love you guys!
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Ray's noisy entrance into the apartment caused Fraser, who had been sitting
on the couch polishing his uniform boots, to turn his head around sharply.
Seeing the enraged look on his partner's face, he placed both the boot
and cloth on the coffee table. "Ray, what's wrong?"
Ray answered by walking over to the couch and bringing the newspaper
he was carrying a scant three inches from Fraser's face. When he was
able to focus his eyes, Fraser saw that it wasn't a local Chicago newspaper,
but rather one called the San Francisco Chronicle.
Drawing the paper back, Ray angrily pointed at a headline that read 'Californians
Pass Prop 22.' "This is what's wrong."
Fraser, confused, shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't follow."
Ray sighed and sat down on the couch, looking directly in front of himself,
not at his lover. Fraser watched as the anger seemed to slowly drain
from Ray's demeanor, only to be replaced with a deep sadness. "Proposition
22 was an initiative that some homophobic politician made because he
found out his son was gay. It says that marriage in California is only
recognized as that between a man and a woman."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought that was already the law
in all American states, including California."
"Yeah, it is. But the proposition makes it just about impossible
to ever make gay marriages legal in the state, and even if another state
ever makes it legal, the marriage won't be recognized there. And some
people think that by it passing it's gonna create a domino effect."
Fraser nodded, beginning to fully understand why Ray was so upset. Taking
his lover's slender left hand in his right, he gently touched the simple
gold band that adorned Ray's ring finger and was a twin to his own.
Fraser brought the hand to his lips, kissed it, and clasped it in both
of his, bringing it to his chest. "Ray."
Shaking himself, Ray turned and looked at his husband for the first time
since sitting down.
"Ray..." Fraser repeated.
"I know what yer goin' to say, Frase: 'It's just a piece of paper.'
You're right, it is. But what if somethin' happens and one of us has
to go to the hospital. We're not legally married so if I get hurt ya
can't even stay with me, and neither could I stay with you. It's not
right that even though we love each other and have sworn to be together
for the rest of our lives we wouldn't have any rights because we don't
have a damn piece of paper."
Fraser let go of Ray's hand and wrapped his arms around his partner,
bringing the other man closer to his body. Ray responded by wrapping
his own arms around the Mountie and resting his chin on Fraser's shoulder.
He spoke again, quietly. "When me and Stella were married and I
got shot, she was there 24 hours a day, nonstop--she wouldn't even leave
to go eat. I wasn't that badly wounded originally, but I wasn't able
to go directly to the hospital 'cause it was in the middle of a bust,
and I lost a lot of blood. They...they weren't sure if I was going to
make it. And the entire time, there she was, holding my hand, saying
'it was all going to be okay,' ya know, just being there. I know this
sounds like a cliché, but I think that if it wasn't for her I
wouldn't have made it."
Ray paused and released himself from Fraser's embrace. Closing his eyes,
Fraser waited both anxiously and nervously for his lover to continue.
Then taking Fraser's face in his hands, Ray caressed the smooth skin
under the cheekbones with his thumbs. At the tender action, Fraser opened
his eyes and saw the tears that threatened to fall from Ray's.
Speaking even more softly than he was before, Ray continued. "Ben,
if something was to happen to me and you weren't there, I know
I wouldn't make it."
"Don't 'Ray' me Fraser. I'm serious, you're my life line, much
more than Stella ever was. I need you to be with me, always, especially
in that kind of situation."
"I need to be with you too. And I assure you, if, God forbid, something
was to ever happen I would with all my power be there at your side."
Ray smiled, tilting his head slightly to kiss Fraser's forehead. "I
know. So would I," he whispered. "Even if I had to adopt
ya or somethin'."
"Actually, adopting me would not be possible being that--"
"Please shut up and kiss me."