[WiP] TS/DS crossover
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ickaimpHey, MOrgan? Does this work?
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"My apologies." Fraser stepped forward, partly out of politeness, partly to get between Ray and the curly haired stranger. Ray hated hospitals and doctors with equal fervor and Fraser did not wish to see this turn into a confrontation. "But I fail to see how an Anthropology professor can help us."
"Because there's nothing wrong with him." The curly haired professor said seriously. The short stocky man's blue eyes flickered at him occasionally, but most of his attention was on Ray, assessing, weighing, calculating. He would have gone on the offensive for that if it weren't for the concern and compassion that was clear on his face. "These tests and examinations aren't going to find anything abnormal."
That and the fact that Dief was making a pest of himself by sitting on Dr. Sandburg's feet, an expression of pure lupine adoration on his face. Say what he would about the half-wolf and donuts, Diefenbaker was an excellent judge of character.
"Uh-huh." Ray's expression clearly read 'Pull the other one'. "And I'm in here because I'm feelin' peachy keen."
Dr. Sandburg shook his head. "No, you're here because your senses just woke up. They're probably spiking all over the place from too much stimuli, then vanishing unexpectedly. And you're probably having black outs in your memory, where everything just fades away-"
The explination trailed off as Ray flinched, his body tensing in prepration to attack. The professor had hit the preverbal nail on the head.
"Perhaps I should start at the beginning." Dr. Sandburg's hands were up, posture changing quickly from one of assurance to one ready to flee if the need should arise. Fraser rested a hand on Ray's forearm in an effort to calm his partner down. They did not need to be causing a scene here. Ray grunted in return, relaxing slightly at the contact.
"That might be amenable." Fraser agreed.
"I'm not just any anthropologist." Sandburg said placating. "My area of expertise is Sentinels. Protectors with the genetic advantage of heightened senses. Sir Richard Burton, the explorer, not the actor, wrote a monograph on it called 'The Sentinels of Paraguay'-"
Fraser shared a look with his parnter, which should have been awkward or impossible due to Ray's current blindness, but wasn't. They'd been solving cases together for over two years now, knowing what the other was thinking under pressure wasn't hard. The connection was still there, even if the sight was not.
"Long story short?" Ray interrupted.
"You don't belong here." Dr. Sandburg's expression was earnest, coming to the point without any irritation about being interpreted. "There's nothing wrong with you."
"Uh-huh." Ray's expression clearly read 'Pull the other one'.
"You believe that Ray is one of these... 'Sentinels'." Fraser extrapolated.
"Yes."
"And if I was?" Ray asked, voice low with dangerous bravado and curiosity.
"Then... I'd like to help you learn how to use them." The anthropologist seemed to... fall into himself then, crumble slightly as if a support inside if him fell. "I'm not asking to write about you or use you as a guinea pig or a lab rat or anything like that. I'd just like to help. It's kind of my calling in life." The last was said in a sad, deprecating, self-mocking tone. Fraser recognised it as one that Ray had used on a semi-regular basis early in their acquaintance, when referring to Stella. Interesting.
Dief whimpered, nuzzling his new friend. Dr. Sandburg smiled faintly, petting the wolf.
Ray's hand twisted, clasping Fraser's wrist, so they were both holding on to each other's arms. Temper aside, Ray was a highly empathic person. It was one of the things that made him a good officer. "So..." Ray drawled. "Say I agree to the whole thing. Whaddya want in exchange?"
The relief in the anthropologist's face was a near tangible thing. "A place to crash?"
"You do not wish to be reimbursed?" Fraser queried.
That earned them a chuckle from Dr. Sandburg. "It'll be reimbursement enough, thank you." Again, that flash of recent pain. "You can check my resources if you wish. I just got my doctorship from Rainer University, Cascade, Washington. I kind of need the break, get my head back together before I move on from there."
Understatement, there. Definitely a story. From the squeeze Ray was giving his arm, he was much in accord. Dr. Sandburg looked at the two of them, down at their clasped arms, then back up at their faces.
"Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police." He introduced himself, dismayed at his lack of good manners. "My partner Detective Kowalski is currently residing with me here in Canada."
Out of all the expressions he'd been expecting from the good doctor, relief had not been one of them.
"Yeah, see," Ray grinned. "He first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father, and for reasons that don't need explaining at this juncture, he has remained a liaison with the Canadian Consulate, occasionally helping us Chicago cops give crime a good boot to the head."
"I... see." Dr. Sandburg obviously did not.
"I'm Ray, by the way." Ray continued on, oblivious. "Make any Brando comments and I'll be forced to order the wolf to eat you."
Dief protested the casual use of his favours. Ray mouthed 'donuts' and Diefenbaker settled back down. The professor watched it all with silent shocked bemusement.
"So." Ray released his grasp on Fraser to rub his hands together. "How do we get outta this fun house?"
Once again, Ray seemed to have blind-sided the anthropologist. "You don't want to turn them off?"
"Huh? Why?" Ray beamed. "Gives me a chance to out-freak Fraser for a change."
Fraser wasn't quite sure if he was insulted or not. Dief snickered.
Dr. Sandburg smiled back. "Alright. We just need to-" Shouts and a barrage of noise interrupted the professor in mid-word. "What's going on?"
Ray tilted his head slightly, in a pose Fraser had accepted as 'listening'. He put his hand on Ray's leg, slightly fearful of another sensory spike that had plagued his friend for the past day since he had returned home. Fortunately, that doesn't seem to be a problem this time. "Something about a... Winnebago attack?"
"Wendigo?" Fraser supplied. An attack by a motor home seemed highly unlikely, especially in this climate.
"What's a Wendigo?"
"A former human who survives by eating his former companions, sometimes considered a harbinger of death-"
"Okay then." Ray interrupted, clapping his hands together. "I think we just found out what happened to that Argentine soccer team Dalmar was talkin' about..."
Dr. Sandburg, once again, was left in confusion. But it was a long ride home and they could fill him in on the way. If there truly was nothing wrong with Ray that a period of adjustment couldn't cure, then they were wasting both doctor's time and bed space.
"Right." Fraser patted Ray and moved towards the door. "Shall we?"
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Just got through my think skull that not everyone is familiar with both series, so gonna -try- to add more details to make more sense to those who aren't.
-The catch being that usually when we write something, it's more along the lines of 'damn the details and full speed ahead', so if it starts to lag, lemme know and we'll go back to our usual madcap writing.
-the Argentine soccer team is brought up in the DS series finale 'Call of the Wild'. Ray and Fraser are stuck in an ice crevice when an old classmate of Fraser's pulls them out, filling them in on the latest news, including a bunch of crazy guys with massive weapons of destruction in one area, a bunch of Mounties camped together in another and a crashed Argentine soccer team eating each other on a mountain top.
... it's funnier than it sounds, really.
Ray's full name is 'Stanley Raymond Kowalski', like 'Stanley Kowalski' from 'A Streetcar named Desire'. To make it worse, his ex-wife's name is 'Stella'. It's a running joke in the series.
A running joke on the Sentinel side is the whole "Sir Richard Burton, the Explorer, not the Actor." Blair spouts to explain Sentinels.
This fic breaks off from Sentinel canon about the middle of 3rd season (Blair doesn't start proofing his dissertation until beginning of 4th) and breaks off completely around the middle of 4th. For Sentinel fans, this means that the whole Naomi/Dissertation fiasco never happened, because he finished and left before she showed up.
Due South fic sites:
Due South Archive: http://www.squidge.org/dsa/
Due Slash: http://www.dueslash.com/
The Authors that got me hooked:
Speranza: http://www.trickster.org/Speranza/
Kellie Matthews: http://kellie.mrks.org/
With Due South, there are two Rays, Ray Vecchio (seasons 1&2) and Ray Kowalski (seasons 3&4), who goes undercover as Vecchio when the real Vecchio goes under cover as a mob boss. You'll find ficcage for both Fraser/RayV and Fraser/RayK.
-Personally, I'm a RayK fan, because we'll take 'or I'll kick you in the head' over calling Fraser 'Benny' any time.
You're not gonna find much Het in the series, sorry.
The Sentinel fic sites:
852 Prospect (the slash archive): http://www.squidge.org/archive/
Wolfpup's Den (the gen archive): http://www.skeeter63.org/~wolfpupsden/
C. L. Combs (on Wolfpup) - Her Sentinel/MacGyver crossover is excellent.
With Sentinel, you usually end up with one of two settings. Jim and Blair boffing like bunnies or Jim and Blair are just really good friends who would do anything for each other. I go either way, actually.
For a good TS/DS crossover, check out 'The Mountie who Fell to Earth' by Josephine Darcy
Dogmatix was the one to get us into Sentinel, which was confusing until we got these facts straight:
Jim Ellison is the one with heightened senses.
Blair Sandburg is the undergrad student teaching him how to use them.
Simon Banks is their boss.
Now go forth and read. *cackles*
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"My apologies." Fraser stepped forward, partly out of politeness, partly to get between Ray and the curly haired stranger. Ray hated hospitals and doctors with equal fervor and Fraser did not wish to see this turn into a confrontation. "But I fail to see how an Anthropology professor can help us."
"Because there's nothing wrong with him." The curly haired professor said seriously. The short stocky man's blue eyes flickered at him occasionally, but most of his attention was on Ray, assessing, weighing, calculating. He would have gone on the offensive for that if it weren't for the concern and compassion that was clear on his face. "These tests and examinations aren't going to find anything abnormal."
That and the fact that Dief was making a pest of himself by sitting on Dr. Sandburg's feet, an expression of pure lupine adoration on his face. Say what he would about the half-wolf and donuts, Diefenbaker was an excellent judge of character.
"Uh-huh." Ray's expression clearly read 'Pull the other one'. "And I'm in here because I'm feelin' peachy keen."
Dr. Sandburg shook his head. "No, you're here because your senses just woke up. They're probably spiking all over the place from too much stimuli, then vanishing unexpectedly. And you're probably having black outs in your memory, where everything just fades away-"
The explination trailed off as Ray flinched, his body tensing in prepration to attack. The professor had hit the preverbal nail on the head.
"Perhaps I should start at the beginning." Dr. Sandburg's hands were up, posture changing quickly from one of assurance to one ready to flee if the need should arise. Fraser rested a hand on Ray's forearm in an effort to calm his partner down. They did not need to be causing a scene here. Ray grunted in return, relaxing slightly at the contact.
"That might be amenable." Fraser agreed.
"I'm not just any anthropologist." Sandburg said placating. "My area of expertise is Sentinels. Protectors with the genetic advantage of heightened senses. Sir Richard Burton, the explorer, not the actor, wrote a monograph on it called 'The Sentinels of Paraguay'-"
Fraser shared a look with his parnter, which should have been awkward or impossible due to Ray's current blindness, but wasn't. They'd been solving cases together for over two years now, knowing what the other was thinking under pressure wasn't hard. The connection was still there, even if the sight was not.
"Long story short?" Ray interrupted.
"You don't belong here." Dr. Sandburg's expression was earnest, coming to the point without any irritation about being interpreted. "There's nothing wrong with you."
"Uh-huh." Ray's expression clearly read 'Pull the other one'.
"You believe that Ray is one of these... 'Sentinels'." Fraser extrapolated.
"Yes."
"And if I was?" Ray asked, voice low with dangerous bravado and curiosity.
"Then... I'd like to help you learn how to use them." The anthropologist seemed to... fall into himself then, crumble slightly as if a support inside if him fell. "I'm not asking to write about you or use you as a guinea pig or a lab rat or anything like that. I'd just like to help. It's kind of my calling in life." The last was said in a sad, deprecating, self-mocking tone. Fraser recognised it as one that Ray had used on a semi-regular basis early in their acquaintance, when referring to Stella. Interesting.
Dief whimpered, nuzzling his new friend. Dr. Sandburg smiled faintly, petting the wolf.
Ray's hand twisted, clasping Fraser's wrist, so they were both holding on to each other's arms. Temper aside, Ray was a highly empathic person. It was one of the things that made him a good officer. "So..." Ray drawled. "Say I agree to the whole thing. Whaddya want in exchange?"
The relief in the anthropologist's face was a near tangible thing. "A place to crash?"
"You do not wish to be reimbursed?" Fraser queried.
That earned them a chuckle from Dr. Sandburg. "It'll be reimbursement enough, thank you." Again, that flash of recent pain. "You can check my resources if you wish. I just got my doctorship from Rainer University, Cascade, Washington. I kind of need the break, get my head back together before I move on from there."
Understatement, there. Definitely a story. From the squeeze Ray was giving his arm, he was much in accord. Dr. Sandburg looked at the two of them, down at their clasped arms, then back up at their faces.
"Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police." He introduced himself, dismayed at his lack of good manners. "My partner Detective Kowalski is currently residing with me here in Canada."
Out of all the expressions he'd been expecting from the good doctor, relief had not been one of them.
"Yeah, see," Ray grinned. "He first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father, and for reasons that don't need explaining at this juncture, he has remained a liaison with the Canadian Consulate, occasionally helping us Chicago cops give crime a good boot to the head."
"I... see." Dr. Sandburg obviously did not.
"I'm Ray, by the way." Ray continued on, oblivious. "Make any Brando comments and I'll be forced to order the wolf to eat you."
Dief protested the casual use of his favours. Ray mouthed 'donuts' and Diefenbaker settled back down. The professor watched it all with silent shocked bemusement.
"So." Ray released his grasp on Fraser to rub his hands together. "How do we get outta this fun house?"
Once again, Ray seemed to have blind-sided the anthropologist. "You don't want to turn them off?"
"Huh? Why?" Ray beamed. "Gives me a chance to out-freak Fraser for a change."
Fraser wasn't quite sure if he was insulted or not. Dief snickered.
Dr. Sandburg smiled back. "Alright. We just need to-" Shouts and a barrage of noise interrupted the professor in mid-word. "What's going on?"
Ray tilted his head slightly, in a pose Fraser had accepted as 'listening'. He put his hand on Ray's leg, slightly fearful of another sensory spike that had plagued his friend for the past day since he had returned home. Fortunately, that doesn't seem to be a problem this time. "Something about a... Winnebago attack?"
"Wendigo?" Fraser supplied. An attack by a motor home seemed highly unlikely, especially in this climate.
"What's a Wendigo?"
"A former human who survives by eating his former companions, sometimes considered a harbinger of death-"
"Okay then." Ray interrupted, clapping his hands together. "I think we just found out what happened to that Argentine soccer team Dalmar was talkin' about..."
Dr. Sandburg, once again, was left in confusion. But it was a long ride home and they could fill him in on the way. If there truly was nothing wrong with Ray that a period of adjustment couldn't cure, then they were wasting both doctor's time and bed space.
"Right." Fraser patted Ray and moved towards the door. "Shall we?"
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Just got through my think skull that not everyone is familiar with both series, so gonna -try- to add more details to make more sense to those who aren't.
-The catch being that usually when we write something, it's more along the lines of 'damn the details and full speed ahead', so if it starts to lag, lemme know and we'll go back to our usual madcap writing.
-the Argentine soccer team is brought up in the DS series finale 'Call of the Wild'. Ray and Fraser are stuck in an ice crevice when an old classmate of Fraser's pulls them out, filling them in on the latest news, including a bunch of crazy guys with massive weapons of destruction in one area, a bunch of Mounties camped together in another and a crashed Argentine soccer team eating each other on a mountain top.
... it's funnier than it sounds, really.
Ray's full name is 'Stanley Raymond Kowalski', like 'Stanley Kowalski' from 'A Streetcar named Desire'. To make it worse, his ex-wife's name is 'Stella'. It's a running joke in the series.
A running joke on the Sentinel side is the whole "Sir Richard Burton, the Explorer, not the Actor." Blair spouts to explain Sentinels.
This fic breaks off from Sentinel canon about the middle of 3rd season (Blair doesn't start proofing his dissertation until beginning of 4th) and breaks off completely around the middle of 4th. For Sentinel fans, this means that the whole Naomi/Dissertation fiasco never happened, because he finished and left before she showed up.
Due South fic sites:
Due South Archive: http://www.squidge.org/dsa/
Due Slash: http://www.dueslash.com/
The Authors that got me hooked:
Speranza: http://www.trickster.org/Speranza/
Kellie Matthews: http://kellie.mrks.org/
With Due South, there are two Rays, Ray Vecchio (seasons 1&2) and Ray Kowalski (seasons 3&4), who goes undercover as Vecchio when the real Vecchio goes under cover as a mob boss. You'll find ficcage for both Fraser/RayV and Fraser/RayK.
-Personally, I'm a RayK fan, because we'll take 'or I'll kick you in the head' over calling Fraser 'Benny' any time.
You're not gonna find much Het in the series, sorry.
The Sentinel fic sites:
852 Prospect (the slash archive): http://www.squidge.org/archive/
Wolfpup's Den (the gen archive): http://www.skeeter63.org/~wolfpupsden/
C. L. Combs (on Wolfpup) - Her Sentinel/MacGyver crossover is excellent.
With Sentinel, you usually end up with one of two settings. Jim and Blair boffing like bunnies or Jim and Blair are just really good friends who would do anything for each other. I go either way, actually.
For a good TS/DS crossover, check out 'The Mountie who Fell to Earth' by Josephine Darcy
Dogmatix was the one to get us into Sentinel, which was confusing until we got these facts straight:
Jim Ellison is the one with heightened senses.
Blair Sandburg is the undergrad student teaching him how to use them.
Simon Banks is their boss.
Now go forth and read. *cackles*
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Date: 2005-03-14 08:08 pm (UTC)Rrrrrrrrrr... must... see.... Season One.......... **whimper**
Was a GOOD addition to the fic; I particularly liked Dief's adoration of Sandburg, and the 'donuts' thing made me nearly spill my lunchtime coke. Hmmmm... donuts... AAARGH! Now I want Krispy-Kreme.
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Date: 2005-03-14 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-15 12:52 am (UTC)Check out this link:
http://www.fooddownunder.com/
Recipies from around the world, easy to navigate too!! XD
Dief... *snicker*
Date: 2005-03-15 10:05 pm (UTC)Don't worry about putting too much background info in the fic... notes at the end when you think they are needed, but unfamiliarity isn't necessarily a problem. I was utterly unfamiliar with DC and MK when I started reading your fics. *laughs* Doomed me into looking into them!