Can't Touch      Can't Touch

 by silvina

  

 

 Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. I´ve been trying to avoid slashy
objects, but they´re so shiny. Please send comments, questions,
compliments, and otters to sdelcul@yahoo.com. 

 Author's Notes: I apologize for the list overload, but please bear with
me (feel free to send angry emails and fling inanimate objects) until I
catch up. Keep in mind that internet is a two hour bus ride away at the
moment and I have to boil my water before it's safe to drink. Gotta love
rural Ecuador! 

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 He was watching Ray with this young boy, and it only convinced him that
no matter how much it hurt, that what he was about to do was the best
thing for Ray. And that was what mattered. This poor boy had come into the
police station alone and scared, and Ray had known just what to do.
Perhaps it was his experience with nieces and nephews, or his own painful
childhood, but one thing was certain: Ray Vecchio would make a wonderful
father someday. If his best friend let him. 

 He knew that Ray had fallen in love with him. Knew that eventually, Ray
would realize it, too, and follow his instincts. 

 "I had a hunch, Fraser." 

 He knew himself well enough to know that faced with that, faced with Ray
in front of him declaring love, that he'd be weak, just like he'd been
weak with Victoria. What he wanted wasn't always possible, or even
healthy. It couldn't be healthy to force Ray to choose between his family
and his best friend, and whichever way Ray chose, it would kill him in the
end. Ray, and Fraser himself, deserved better while it was still possible
to avoid the entire awful situation. It was within Fraser's ability to
create a second option, if he was strong enough and brave enough. 

 Ray would be upset without knowing why. And he might, erroneously, relate
his emotions back to Victoria and feel doubly guilty. He was still
managing to hurt Ray with Victoria, but this time, it was unavoidable. And
further evidence that his feelings could not be trusted with the lives of
others. 

 He steeled himself for what he had to do. There was only one way to
ensure that Ray wouldn't intervene. 

 "Hello, Francesca." 

 "Hey, Fraser. What can I do for you?" 

 "I was wondering if you might care to join me for dinner tonight?" 

End Can't Touch by silvina: sdelcul@yahoo.com

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