Rated R m/m not explicit (F/K)
Disclaimer: Ray, Fraser, and Dief belong to Alliance not to me.
No copyright infringement is intended.
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Alas, I fear Ray may never speak to me again. I wouldn't blame
him really. My behavior was inexcusable; I shudder to think of
what I did. As I sit here writing these words in my journal, I
can't believe that any of this really happened. Perhaps I should
start at the beginning.
It all started innocently enough at the precinct. Ray was in the
middle of giving me a finely researched lecture on the merits of
never doing today what you can put off until tomorrow, when an
unexpected visitor arrived at his desk.
"Stanley, well, well, it's been a long time, hasn't
it?" A tiny, elderly nun (mid-eighties would be my guess)
stood looking at my friend, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Sister Mary Margaret is that you?" Ray's pale blue
eyes lit up as he hurried around his desk to embrace the small
woman. "I can't believe it's you, after all these
years!" He strightened up and turned to me, "Fraser,
this is Sister Mary Margaret. She used to be my teacher at Our
Lady of Mercy Catholic School. I used to be a real troublemaker.
I bet you wore out a half dozen rulers on my knuckle alone!" He
smiled warmly at her.
"You were a holy terror, if you'll pardon the
expression," said the nun, reaching up to ruffle Ray's
already dishevled hair. "No one was happier than me when I
found out that you had become a police officer. Frankly, I spent
a good deal of time worrying that you would end up on the other
side of the law. Do you mind if I sit down? I've spent the whole
day trying to find you, Stanley. No one would tell me what
department you worked in. I'm afraid I had to get rough with a
few people."
I laughed at that remark and they both looked at me with deadly
serious expressions on their faces. "Sister, I'm sure you
understand the necessity of keeping Det. Kowalski's whereabouts
and his purpose a secret," I said.
"Of course, Mr. Fraser was it?" she said.
"Sorry," Ray began, pulling up a chair for the nun to
sit in. "This is Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, who first
came to Chicago on the trail of his father's killers. . "
"I'm so sorry," Sister Mary Margaret said, taking my
hand and giving it a warm squeeze. "If there's anything I
can do to help, please let me know."
What a dear lady, I thought. No wonder Ray is so fond of her.
"Thank you, Sister."
"Well, Sister M&M," They both smiled at that. An
old joke, I guessed. "Now that you've found me, what can I
do for you?"
"There's a young man who's a student of mine at the school
who reminds me so much of you that it's uncanny. And just like
you, he's got a knack for getting himself into trouble. He's
already had a number of minor run-ins with the law and I fear if
he doesn't straighten out soon, he'll get into something serious. I was
hoping that you could have a talk with him."
Ray nodded and said,"I get it. You want me to tell him how I used
to be like him, but I changed and made something of my life
and that he can do it too if he'll only try."
"Not exactly, Stanley, dear. I want you to scare the living
daylights out of him. Show him the jail, introduce him to a few
desperate, incarcerated felons, maybe give him a tour of the
morgue. You know, put the fear of God in him," The old nun
smiled kindly.
Ray's eyes widened in surprise. "Okay, no problem,
Sister," he said. "What's the little punk, I mean the
student's name?"
"Dan Briar. Here's his address." She handed a slip of
paper to Ray, and stood up. "I knew I could count on you,
Stanley." She grapped him by collar and pulled him
down for a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she turned to me and
said, "It was very nice meeting you Constable Fraser.
Perhaps I'll see you and Stanley in church next sunday?"
"Yes, of course," I said.
"Yeah, Sister M&M. I'll be there," Ray promised.
After the delightful woman let, Ray collected his jacket and
headed down the hall. "Come on, Frase. We're gonna scare
that little snot so bad that he'll be afraid to even
jaywalk."
45 minutes later found us standing in front of an apartment
building on West Delver street. Ray straightened his jacket,
adjusted his sunglasses, and spiked up his blond hair. He looked
at me and, for some reason shook his head in annoyance.
"Can you get Dief to growl at the Briar kid? It'll scare the crap
out of him."
I frowned, Dief is very fond of young people, and I wasn't
sure if he would be cooperative. "I'll do my best
Ray," I promised.
We climbed the four flights of stairs to Dan Briar's apartment.
Reaching the top, we came upon a pair of juveniles engaged in
what appeared to be a drug deal. The smell of marijuana is very
distinctive, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions.
Ray on the other hand, had no qualms about taking action.
"Freeze, police," he ordered.
Instead of obeying, the two boys foolishly choose to attempt an
escape. They took off down the hall, with Ray, Dief and I in
pursuit. They turned a corner and it appeared for a moment that
we had lost them, but then Dief ran to the window, barking. The
little rascals had gone out on the fire escape. We followed.
"C'mon Danny," one of them called.
Ah, I thought, that must be Sister Mary Margaret's problem
student. He was a slim fair haired youth, who did indeed bear a
striking resemblance to Ray.
We pursued them down the stairs, and even though they had a head
start on us, I was confident that we would overtake them.
Unfortunately, luck was not with us. Halfway down, the metal of a step
that Ray had just placed his foot on, gave way and his leg
went through. "Fraser!" he screamed.
I caught his jacket, to prevent him from falling. He grabbed the
rails and tried to pull his leg out.
"I'm stuck, Fraser," he moaned.
Carefully climbing over him, I attempted to free his leg. My
efforts where unsuccessful, and made Ray wince with pain.
"You are indeed stuck, Ray," I said.
A small voice called to us from the ground. "Hey, are you
okay?" Dan Briar stood at the bottom of the firescape
looking up at us. "Do you want me to call someone?"
My heart swelled as once again the basic goodness of mankind
revealed itself in the most unlikely situations. "Detective
Vecchio is stuck. I believe we will need the assistance of the
fire department. If you would be so kind as to call them, Danny,
it would be greatly appreciated."
"Okay, I'll be right back." The young man hurried
across the street to a payphone.
I smiled after him and then turned to look at Ray. He was clearly in
great discomfort. "Are you all right Ray?" My voice
was filled with worry.
"I think I broke something Fraser," he gasped.
Dief sniffed him and began to lick his head sympathetically. He
grimaced and tried to brush the wolf away.
"Hold on Ray," I encouraged. "Help is on the
way."
"I hope so. 'Cause this hurts like hell."
He was sweating profusely, so I pulled out my handkerchief and
wiped his face. He swatted at my hands.
"Stop it, you're as bad as Dief."
"Well, I'm not licking you," I pointed out.
Ray laughed. "I guess I should be grateful for that."
His laughter turned into a strangled cry of pain, as he must have moved
his leg.
Seeing Ray like that; his face so pale, his eyes tearing up, I'm
afraid I did the unthinkable.
"Ray," I whispered and gently kissed his lips. That
slight touch felt rather like being struck by lightening, (which
I have been, but that's another story).
Realizing what I had done, I quickly pulled away, my face burning with
embarassement. I could barely bring myself to look at Ray.
When I did, i saw his eyes wide with shock.
"Oh dear," I murmered.
The sound of sirens filled the air and Danny waved them towards
us.
Everything happened quickly. The firefighters rescued Ray with
commendable efficency. He was piled into an ambulance and rushed
to the hospital. Fortunately, a few ligaments were torn but
nothing was broken. Officer Huey arrived to drive him home and I
made my way back to the consulate.
That's the whole sordid story. I endangered our partnership, not
to mention our friendship, with my inexcusable behavior. I don't
know if Ray will ever trust me again.
I must go now, Turnbull is telling me that I have a visitor. It's Ray!
He's limping towards me. (He really should be in bed resting that leg)
He's pushing Turnbull out of my office and shutting the door. He's smiling
at me now; a little shyly, I think. What is he doing? Oh my, I think
he's going to kiss me. .
the end
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