[WiP] TS/DS crossover
Mar. 10th, 2005 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpHey, MOrgan? Does this work?
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"Stupid... stupid... stupid..."
"Ray."
"Stupid... stupid..."
"Ray. Ray. Ray."
"Stupid..."
"Ray!"
Ray's wrists were abruptly grabbed by large hands, preventing him from pushing the palms of his hands into his closed eyes again. He tensed for a minute, ready to fight before he recognised the scent that went with them. Fraser. That was fine. He relaxed again.
"You will cause permanent damage to yourself if you continue on this way." Fraser scolded, but his voice was more laced with concern than anything else. Dief whined from about knee level.
"Why the hell not, Fraser?" He demanded back angrily. It wasn't Fraser's fault and he knew it was wrong to take it out on the Mountie, but he couldn't very well kick himself in the head at the moment. "It's not like they're working currently anyway, other than burning painful holes in my skull."
"Yes, but I am quite certain that blunt force trauma is not contusive to the healing process." Fraser's voice was soothing, in a manner that on anyone else he would have considered condescending, only this was -Fraser-, so it wasn't.
"It's still stupid." He grumbled. They'd been at the hospital for over a day now and no one could find anything wrong with him. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Even with keeping him over night for observation.
Except that his senses would go screaming out of control at random moments. Numb, over sensitised, everywhere in between. Sometimes it was everything pressing in on him, other times it felt like he was dead with no contact with the world at all. Often it was a mix of everything in-between.
With the exception of sight, because evidently he had blown his vision on their way to the hospital via dog sled. He'd opened his eyes a fraction to see where they were and the reflection from the snow burned his eyes so bad that now everything was just a massive grey blur. Snow blind. And he had a low grade fever, due to freezing himself in the wardrobe for however long it had been before Fraser had showed up and warmed him up. Those the doctors had been able to diagnose.
But none of the other stuff. None of the stuff that mattered.
Fraser thought that the blindness was tied in to his senses going nuts and that it was probably temporary. Everyone else just danced politely about it, then when down the hall and talked about CAT-scans, M.R.I., blood work, drugs and mental evaluations. All sorts of stuff that scared the shit of him. Not that he'd say that around Fraser.
Fraser, who was hanging around him at the hospital instead of going home to his nice comfortable cabin because Ray had some how managed to fuck things up. Because every time Fraser left the building, Ray'd loose it and fall into some sort of 'fugue' state. Which Fraser could usually bring him back from, by talking to him and such.
It sucked. Fraser finally got home and here he was, taking care of some Chicago flatfoot with experimental hair who couldn't hack a week by themselves in a -cabin- in the freakin' Northwest Areas. Territories. Whatever.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...
"Ray." Fraser held his arms still. "You're doing it again."
Yeah? Tell him something he didn't know.
Dief let out a small yip, rising to his feet and Ray could feel the air from the tail wagging swirl across his legs. There was someone at the door, shuffling their feet nervously. Who ever it was didn't smell like one of the doctors, not unless someone had traded antiseptics for incense.
"Can we help you?" Fraser inquired, releasing one of his arms, but keeping the other one in his grasp.
"Actually, it's the other way around." Friendly voice, touch of nervousness in there, but nothing that made Ray want to introduce this guys face to the wall. The footsteps came closer, gaining confidence as the guy walked into the room.
"Blair Sandburg, Doctor of Anthropology. I think I can help you."
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Um... we need a name for this thing. Seriously.
This was a good overview of the Due South series, IMHO:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/crack_van/81668.html
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"Stupid... stupid... stupid..."
"Ray."
"Stupid... stupid..."
"Ray. Ray. Ray."
"Stupid..."
"Ray!"
Ray's wrists were abruptly grabbed by large hands, preventing him from pushing the palms of his hands into his closed eyes again. He tensed for a minute, ready to fight before he recognised the scent that went with them. Fraser. That was fine. He relaxed again.
"You will cause permanent damage to yourself if you continue on this way." Fraser scolded, but his voice was more laced with concern than anything else. Dief whined from about knee level.
"Why the hell not, Fraser?" He demanded back angrily. It wasn't Fraser's fault and he knew it was wrong to take it out on the Mountie, but he couldn't very well kick himself in the head at the moment. "It's not like they're working currently anyway, other than burning painful holes in my skull."
"Yes, but I am quite certain that blunt force trauma is not contusive to the healing process." Fraser's voice was soothing, in a manner that on anyone else he would have considered condescending, only this was -Fraser-, so it wasn't.
"It's still stupid." He grumbled. They'd been at the hospital for over a day now and no one could find anything wrong with him. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Even with keeping him over night for observation.
Except that his senses would go screaming out of control at random moments. Numb, over sensitised, everywhere in between. Sometimes it was everything pressing in on him, other times it felt like he was dead with no contact with the world at all. Often it was a mix of everything in-between.
With the exception of sight, because evidently he had blown his vision on their way to the hospital via dog sled. He'd opened his eyes a fraction to see where they were and the reflection from the snow burned his eyes so bad that now everything was just a massive grey blur. Snow blind. And he had a low grade fever, due to freezing himself in the wardrobe for however long it had been before Fraser had showed up and warmed him up. Those the doctors had been able to diagnose.
But none of the other stuff. None of the stuff that mattered.
Fraser thought that the blindness was tied in to his senses going nuts and that it was probably temporary. Everyone else just danced politely about it, then when down the hall and talked about CAT-scans, M.R.I., blood work, drugs and mental evaluations. All sorts of stuff that scared the shit of him. Not that he'd say that around Fraser.
Fraser, who was hanging around him at the hospital instead of going home to his nice comfortable cabin because Ray had some how managed to fuck things up. Because every time Fraser left the building, Ray'd loose it and fall into some sort of 'fugue' state. Which Fraser could usually bring him back from, by talking to him and such.
It sucked. Fraser finally got home and here he was, taking care of some Chicago flatfoot with experimental hair who couldn't hack a week by themselves in a -cabin- in the freakin' Northwest Areas. Territories. Whatever.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...
"Ray." Fraser held his arms still. "You're doing it again."
Yeah? Tell him something he didn't know.
Dief let out a small yip, rising to his feet and Ray could feel the air from the tail wagging swirl across his legs. There was someone at the door, shuffling their feet nervously. Who ever it was didn't smell like one of the doctors, not unless someone had traded antiseptics for incense.
"Can we help you?" Fraser inquired, releasing one of his arms, but keeping the other one in his grasp.
"Actually, it's the other way around." Friendly voice, touch of nervousness in there, but nothing that made Ray want to introduce this guys face to the wall. The footsteps came closer, gaining confidence as the guy walked into the room.
"Blair Sandburg, Doctor of Anthropology. I think I can help you."
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Um... we need a name for this thing. Seriously.
This was a good overview of the Due South series, IMHO:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/crack_van/81668.html
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Date: 2005-03-11 04:58 am (UTC)Uh, title. Let's see. Heh, just thought of one that's almost a pun-- "Extra Sensory Perception". Or if that's too much, how about just "Perception"? Can think of a few more, but that's what comes to mind first.
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Date: 2005-03-11 07:24 pm (UTC)SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Date: 2005-03-15 03:27 am (UTC)"Perception" not a bad title idea...