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Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Iqaqpaa
Author: Nemi, on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
octoberxsong
Characters: Fraser, Kowalski, Stella, Welsh, etc.
Prompt: 09. Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Length: long
Brief summary: I read this story a long time ago, right when I first started reading due South. When I was thinking about entries for this challenge, I remembered this story and read it again, and was reminded of how much I like it. Ray gets hit in the head in the process of a case and as a result, Ray has amnesia. While this may seem cheesy or cliched, Nemi tells the story of Ray's memory loss and his relationship with Fraser that Fraser carefully hides away, interspersed with flashbacks of their prior friendship and relationship, in such a lovely way that you don't really think about the amnesia part, but the pain on not knowing who you are. Fraser not wanting to assume that the "new" Ray would want their romantic relationship again, and hiding all the pieces, it just breaks my heart. It is hopeful in the end, and Ray and Fraser start moving toward a new relationship, and pick up some of the pieces of their former one.
He carries it over to me, and then sits on the floor in front of me, putting the box between us. Inside, there are more pictures. Of the two of us, laughing together, standing together, sitting together. There is one Polaroid of Fraser. He's caught unaware, in civilian clothes, and his smile is unlike any I've ever seen. It's open and carefree and warm, and I'm reminded of the first thing I saw when I woke up in the hospital. A smile I've never seen again. There are more things. A crime novel with my handwriting on the inside of the cover; "For Ben. Partners." Lube, and I'm too shell-shocked to even blush. A small plastic Mountie key ring, like the tourist shit you get at airports and stuff. A handcuffs key ring, and I wonder if we gave each other those, if we used them. A button that apparently held some kind of meaning. A dream catcher. A whole relationship stashed away in a cardboard box from Stefano Transport.
Link to the story: Iqaqpaa
Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Iqaqpaa
Author: Nemi, on
octoberxsongCharacters: Fraser, Kowalski, Stella, Welsh, etc.
Prompt: 09. Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Length: long
Brief summary: I read this story a long time ago, right when I first started reading due South. When I was thinking about entries for this challenge, I remembered this story and read it again, and was reminded of how much I like it. Ray gets hit in the head in the process of a case and as a result, Ray has amnesia. While this may seem cheesy or cliched, Nemi tells the story of Ray's memory loss and his relationship with Fraser that Fraser carefully hides away, interspersed with flashbacks of their prior friendship and relationship, in such a lovely way that you don't really think about the amnesia part, but the pain on not knowing who you are. Fraser not wanting to assume that the "new" Ray would want their romantic relationship again, and hiding all the pieces, it just breaks my heart. It is hopeful in the end, and Ray and Fraser start moving toward a new relationship, and pick up some of the pieces of their former one.
He carries it over to me, and then sits on the floor in front of me, putting the box between us. Inside, there are more pictures. Of the two of us, laughing together, standing together, sitting together. There is one Polaroid of Fraser. He's caught unaware, in civilian clothes, and his smile is unlike any I've ever seen. It's open and carefree and warm, and I'm reminded of the first thing I saw when I woke up in the hospital. A smile I've never seen again. There are more things. A crime novel with my handwriting on the inside of the cover; "For Ben. Partners." Lube, and I'm too shell-shocked to even blush. A small plastic Mountie key ring, like the tourist shit you get at airports and stuff. A handcuffs key ring, and I wonder if we gave each other those, if we used them. A button that apparently held some kind of meaning. A dream catcher. A whole relationship stashed away in a cardboard box from Stefano Transport.
Link to the story: Iqaqpaa
