No Less Radiant	 No Less Radiant

 by Laura Kaye

  

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 Author's Notes: Thanks to Dacey, for beta, and Thermidor, for
inspiration.

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 No Less Radiant
 By Laura Kaye 

 "I can't believe you're tracking poachers while you're on vacation,
Fraser. I mean, I *can,* because you're a freak. But on a deeper level
there's still a part of me that can't believe you think this stuff is
fun." 

 "It's satisfying," Fraser said. "There are times when a man needs the
knowledge that justice has been done." 

 "Yeah," Ray said. "I get that." They were silent for a while, watching as
the men they were following finished off their alcohol supplies and
stumbled into their tents. 

 "You know, Ray," Fraser said, "the Tlingit have a folk tale that's very
applicable to the current situation." 

 "Does it involve caribou?" 

 "No," Fraser said. "A wolverine, actually." 

 Ray shrugged. "OK. Tell it." 

 Fraser stared. "You want to hear it?" 

 "Sure," Ray said. "I got time." He nodded at the unmoving figures by the
campfire in the distance. "As much as they drank, they ain't going nowhere
till morning." 

 "Well." Fraser cleared his throat. "The story, as I said, involves a
wolverine. He, er, was lying in wait for his prey to come out of its
burrow--" 

 "What prey?" 

 "Pardon?" 

 "What was he waiting on?" 

 "Oh. Ah. Well, it was... a snowshoe hare. Yes." 

 "Kay." 

 "And, as I said, he was waiting for it to emerge from its burrow when he
heard the sound of... hooves." 

 "Like caribou hooves?" 

 "Yes," Fraser said. "Caribou hooves. And--" 

 "I thought you said there wasn't a caribou in this story." Ray glanced at
him, the corner of his mouth turning up. 

 "Well, the caribou is only involved peripherally. I didn't think it
counted..." 

 "Fraser." 

 "Yes, Ray?" 

 "Admit it. There's no wolverine story." 

 "Actually Ray, there are a great many stories centered around the
wolverine, and it plays a very important role in..." 

 "Fraser." 

 "Yes?" 

 "Is this particular story, the story you are now telling me, one of this
plethora of wolverine stories of which you speak?" 

 "Not as such--" 

 "So I am, in fact, correct when I say that there's no wolverine story." 

 "Yes, fine, in this instance there is no wolverine story. But that
doesn't alter the fact that there are a great many fine wolverine
stories..." 

 "Stories that you're not, in fact, telling." 

 "Well... yes." 

 Ray laughed, an open, gleeful sound. 

 "*Ray,*" Fraser said. "They'll hear you." 

 "They can't hear me, Fraser." 

 "Perhaps not, but if you persist in talking so loudly you'll make me
respond in kind, and they can definitely hear me." "Oh. Sorry," Ray said.
"I didn't think about that part." 

 "It's OK, Ray." 

 "Am I bothering you? Cause if I'm bothering you I can leave--" 

 "No!" Fraser felt his stomach clench, and grabbed at Ray's arm, biting
back a sob when his hand passed through Ray's body. 

 "Hey, hey, easy," Ray said, patting at Fraser's head. His fingertips
tingled on Fraser's skin. "I didn't mean leave leave. I just meant, I
could go home for a while, leave you to it. Your dad invited me over for
checkers in the linen closet." 

 Fraser looked away. "You'd probably find it much more entertaining
there." 

 "Nah," Ray said. "Bob always tells me Frobisher stories when we play
checkers. There's only so much Gorgonzola one man can take." He looked at
Fraser wistfully. "Close your eyes," he said, and Fraser obeyed. 

 A few moments later he felt a soft weight on his cheek. His eyes flew
open, and he gasped; Ray was thinner, transparent, a bare glimmer of Ray
that could almost be a shadow on the snow, but the hand Ray was using to
stroke his face felt cool and soft and there. 

 "Ray," he said, forcing the words out past a thickened throat. "I can
feel you." 

 Ray's thumb moved, brushing something off his face. His smile was no less
radiant for the trees Fraser could see through it. "I can do it," he said,
and laughed, low and triumphant. "Bob said it was impossible and I said
fuck that, and I can do it!" 

 Fraser wrapped one hand around Ray's wrist. He could feel the beads of
Ray's bracelet move under his fingers, and for some reason that was the
thing that undid him. He felt himself crumple, somewhere, and his shut his
eyes against hot tears as he felt himself being wrapped in solid invisible
arms. 

 ~end~ 

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