Hypnosis   

as the title implies, this story is about the infamous "post hypnotic
suggestion" scene in Seeing is Believing. i *hated* that scene. i know a
lot of people see it as just a mildly amusing prank. i tried to see it
that way too, but i can't. 

i even tried to work out a nice hot little PWP in which Fraser made a post
hynotic suggetion to Ray. unfortunately, this is the result. i don't like
this story. it's horrible and a little creepy. it's certainly *not* what i
would have liked to post as my first F/K story. trouble is, once i got it
into my head, i couldn't get it out again except by writing it. 

rated R for implied nc sex, m/m 

elaine Hypnosis 

"Dreamcatcher." he says, and my feet suddenly start moving, taking me to
him. I don't remember telling them to move, and I don't know why I'm doing
it, but my heart starts to pound. I'm shaking. 

When I get to him he puts his arms around me and smiles before kissing me.
He's kissing me! I feel like I'm flying. Lightheaded. My mouth opens under
his and his tongue slides in easily. Like it belongs there. 

It lasts forever. The universe comes to an end and still he's kissing me.
Then he steps back and I feel lost. He smiles again and holds out his
hand. I take it and let him lead me into the bedroom. 

* 

He's gone now. I've been crouching in front of the toilet for the last
half hour chucking up what feels like every meal I've eaten in the last
month. I'm so cold. At last I manage to get to my feet and stagger out of
the bathroom. I can't look at the bed, but I grab a corner of the blanket
and drag it behind me. 

When I get to the lounge I wrap it around me and fall over onto the couch.
It's a relief to lie there shivering. Better than hurling, or trying to
stay upright, anyway. I want to curl up into a fetal position, but when I
do a twinge of pain reminds me of what he's done to me and I straighten
up. 

He doesn't understand. He told me that hypnosis can't make someone do
something he doesn't want to do. I don't know if that's true or not. I
know I wanted him, all right. I've wanted him for weeks, but I was waiting
until I was ready. Now he's taken that choice away from me. 

He says he loves me. I believe him. 

He says he'd never do anything to hurt me, and I'd like to believe that
too. But then why am I lying on my couch, wrapped in a blanket on a hot
summer day and shivering like it's the middle of winter? 

God help me, I still love him. I love him, but I don't trust him. Not
anymore. 

the end 

remember that throwing otters, even dead ones, is a crime in the
Territories