Topic:  X/O Stands for Sex with Others:  Pick your two (or more if you're an overachiever) favorite characters, one each from different fandoms.  Put them together for sex; what's it like when they get down to the nitty gritty?  Can you keep the voices clear and identifiable?   Fifteen minutes!

*****

Ray walked with confidence into the 27th precinct, his step having a little extra bounce since he had just finished the Richardson case.  As he turned the corner to enter the bullpen, he noticed that there was someone sitting at his desk.  Throwing the file in his hand onto Frannie's desk, he looked over to his guest.

"Hey, this isn't a trash can for your files."

"I'm finished with the file.  Could you file it please," not even bothering to look at her.

"Fine.  Okay.  What am I now?  Your personal servant?"

Ray rolled his eyes before settling a glare upon her.  "If I remember correctly, Frannie, it's part of your job description.  You know, to file files?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she grabbed the file, smiled at the man sitting at Ray's desk, then wandered off.

"Adam?"

The man smiled at him in a way he enjoyed watching, one side rising just a tad higher than the other, giving him a crooked, yet oddly innocent grin.  "How you doing Ray?"

"Wow.  Adam."

While still standing there, grinning like a fool at his guest, he felt a presence move up behind him.  He didn't even need Frannie's over enthusiastic, "Hey Fraser" to tell him it was his partner.

Adam flicked his glance over Ray's shoulder to the mountie, slightly perplexed by what he saw before returning his attention to Ray.

"Adam, this is my partner, Fraser.  Fraser, this is Adam."  Looking over his shoulder briefly.  Waiting for the typical questions, he was a little surprised when neither asked anything, continuing to just look at him.

"Ah, Fraser here is a lia . . .  lias . . . works at the Canadian Consulate, and works with me.  Adam here was about the only guy I made friends with when I was going to college, was actually a professor there."

"Ah."

"Ah?  What do you mean by ah?  I mean, is that a good ah or a bad ah?"

"It's just an ah, Ray."

Adam stood, and held out his hand.  "Adam Pierson.  Good to meet you."

*****

Fraser shook his hand seemingly giving him his full attention but really studying Ray, who couldn't take his eyes off the strange man.  There was something in the way Ray looked at Adam.  Very much similar to the way he looked at Stella.  And a few times, he'd seen that look directed to himself.

With out a doubt, Ray knew Adam quite well.

"Ah Fraser, about tonight."

"Yes, Ray?"

"Uh, you wouldn't mind if we did it later?  I'd like to spend some time with Adam."

"Certainly, Ray."

*****

Methos walked beside Ray, occasionally brushing shoulders with him.  "How is Stella?"

"Um, well."

"Ah."

"Don't you start with that ah stuff too."

Adam laughed.  "Your friend, he seems like he might be a boyscout."

A hearty laugh was his answer.  "That'd be Fraser for you.  But let's not talk about him.  How long you staying for."

Methos shoved his hands a little deeper into his overcoat.  "I don't know."

"Think you could maybe stay the night?"
 

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