[WiP] DS - TS crossover
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ickaimpHey, MOrgan? Does this work?
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"You know, a moose once bit my sister." Ray exchanged a glance with the Doc at Fraser's comment. They were hauling away the moose remains after Fraser and Dr. Sandburg --showing yet again an endless array of odd talents-- cut it up, a process that Ray was more than happy to be far away from. Dead bodies were dead bodies, human or not and he really didn't want to be around the dead blood smell. Gave him the willies.
Fraser was also saying that they had to report the death of the moose --evidently it was unused to the horns it was sprouting, caught them in a tree branch and broke it's neck trying to break free-- to the authorities as soon as possible. Seeing as Fraser was the only official Royal representative in the local vicinity, Fraser reported the death to himself with the intention of then reporting it to his superiors once they reached town.
So as long as Ray thought of it as 1,100 pounds of moose burger, he was somewhat okay with hauling it away. "Yeah, Frase." Ray agreed. "Moose bites can be real nasty."
"They can." Fraser nodded earnestly. "It bit her right on the arm. I'm sure she'd be willing to show you the scar if you asked. Last time she ever tried to feed a moose by hand."
The Doc raised an eyebrow. "He's never seen Monty Python, has he?" Dr. Sandburg whispered.
"Probably not." Ray shrugged. "He grew up in kinda deprived."
"The poor, poor man." The Doc sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "We should remedy this." Dief barked his agreement to this plan.
Fraser eyed them all warily, as if sensing that they were plotting his demise. Ray grinned. For all Fraser knew, they were.
The Doc shook his head, helping to load some more of the bloody meat on to the skin they had stripped off. "Ready?"
Ray made a face. "As I'm ever gonna be." Stupid blood stink. His nose wrinkled as he approached the skin they were going to haul away. They were leaving a lot of the moose behind, but as Fraser pointed out, it wouldn't do to be greedy about what was rightfully the predators.
"The smell too much?" Fraser asked, his face radiating concern. The Doc's expression mirrored Fraser's.
"Just a bit." Ray shuffled his feet, giving him a defiant look. No one was going to baby Ray Kowalski. Especially because of freakish mutant abilities, natural or not. "Nothing I can't handle."
Fraser continued to look at him with concern. "Have you considered the dials Dr. Sandburg-"
"Yeah, Frase." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes because he knew Fraser was doing this because he did care. "But I keep tellin' ya. Radio dials just don't do it for me. I'm used to a remote. You push a button, the noise gets louder. No control to that at all."
The Doc shrugged, nodding philosophically as he got a hold on the skin. "I suppose telling you to imagine a flower wouldn't work much better then."
"Ya think?" Ray did likewise, his nose wrinkling.
"Well then," Fraser said briskly, taking position on Ray's right side. "What we need is a dial that you are used to controlling without the means of a remote control. On three?"
"Three." Both he and the Doc nodded.
"Heave!" Muscles straining, they began to walk, footsteps crunching and sinking into the knee deep snow, dragging the skin and meat behind them.
"So where... we gonna find... somethin' like that?" Ray panted, staring stiffly at the direction of the cabin, keeping his sights on their goal. One step at a time. Man, they were going to be sore after this.
"I think you'll find... that we have already, Ray." Fraser panted beside him.
"Yeah?"
"Correct."
"Yeah?!"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"Huh? Oh!" Fraser immediately looked contrite. "While you are driving... what do you do?"
"Uh... Tryin' not to run people over?"
The Doc chuckled at the joke and Ray grinned.
"That... is not what I meant, Ray." It was hard to tell if his partner was amused or not and Ray wasn't going to look. "When you drive, you operate... a series of levers and gears that causes... the car to accelerate, decelerate and turn, correct?"
"Yeah, so?"
"What do you keep... an eye on to tell how fast you are going?"
"The speedometer..." It clicked. "Which is a giant dial with numbers!"
"Correct." He didn't need to look to see Fraser's smug expression. The Doc let out a tiny cackle of glee.
"Fraser, I could kiss you!" The cold bit his cheeks as he grinned. "... In a purely platonic sense, of course."
"Of course." Fraser easily agreed. The Doc snickered quietly, panting as he stumbled slightly in the snow, his smaller size working to his disadvantage. "So, Ray... What speed are you currently at?"
"Zero being... nothing and... 100 being top speed." Doc agreed.
"What? No... breakin' the speed limit?"
He got a chuckle for the quip, everyone focusing on dragging their haul. Zero being the absence of senses --which was damn freaky when it happened-- and 100 mph being overwhelming. Which was freaky, but in a more painful sort of way.
"It may... work better... to have a speedometer... for each sense..." Doc added helpfully.
More than one speedometer then, huh? Like keeping an eye on the RPMs as well as the speedometer. In fact, he could probably just assign various driving dials to his senses. Radio volume for hearing, Fuel gauge for taste, RPMs for hearing, speedometer for sight... touch, touch... what the hell to do with touch?
"The speedometer idea... may work better than various kinds... of dials, Ray." Fraser's voice quietly advised.
Or he could do that. "Right." Zero nothing, 100 tops... So... about 45, 50 for normal. So his sense of smell would be about... past the speed limit. "Scents a little high." He finally admitted.
"Ease off on the gas." Fraser advised and this time there was -definitely- a smile there.
"You sayin' I got... a problem with... gas there, Frase?"
"Buck Frobisher? Yes." Fraser's voice was serious and devout. "You? Never."
Ray chuckled, feeling loose limbed and lighter for the humour. Not much topped Buck Frobisher when it came to gas. Doc chuckled as well.
"Hey." Doc panted. "Think... I see the shed."
"Right you are." Fraser agreed. "Little bit farther and we'll... be home."
"Yeah." Ray nodded, all of his senses fluctuating slightly before abruptly levelling off, snapping into place. Feeling clear-headed for the first time in a while, he grinned at his friends on either side of him.
"Home."
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"You know, a moose once bit my sister." Ray exchanged a glance with the Doc at Fraser's comment. They were hauling away the moose remains after Fraser and Dr. Sandburg --showing yet again an endless array of odd talents-- cut it up, a process that Ray was more than happy to be far away from. Dead bodies were dead bodies, human or not and he really didn't want to be around the dead blood smell. Gave him the willies.
Fraser was also saying that they had to report the death of the moose --evidently it was unused to the horns it was sprouting, caught them in a tree branch and broke it's neck trying to break free-- to the authorities as soon as possible. Seeing as Fraser was the only official Royal representative in the local vicinity, Fraser reported the death to himself with the intention of then reporting it to his superiors once they reached town.
So as long as Ray thought of it as 1,100 pounds of moose burger, he was somewhat okay with hauling it away. "Yeah, Frase." Ray agreed. "Moose bites can be real nasty."
"They can." Fraser nodded earnestly. "It bit her right on the arm. I'm sure she'd be willing to show you the scar if you asked. Last time she ever tried to feed a moose by hand."
The Doc raised an eyebrow. "He's never seen Monty Python, has he?" Dr. Sandburg whispered.
"Probably not." Ray shrugged. "He grew up in kinda deprived."
"The poor, poor man." The Doc sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "We should remedy this." Dief barked his agreement to this plan.
Fraser eyed them all warily, as if sensing that they were plotting his demise. Ray grinned. For all Fraser knew, they were.
The Doc shook his head, helping to load some more of the bloody meat on to the skin they had stripped off. "Ready?"
Ray made a face. "As I'm ever gonna be." Stupid blood stink. His nose wrinkled as he approached the skin they were going to haul away. They were leaving a lot of the moose behind, but as Fraser pointed out, it wouldn't do to be greedy about what was rightfully the predators.
"The smell too much?" Fraser asked, his face radiating concern. The Doc's expression mirrored Fraser's.
"Just a bit." Ray shuffled his feet, giving him a defiant look. No one was going to baby Ray Kowalski. Especially because of freakish mutant abilities, natural or not. "Nothing I can't handle."
Fraser continued to look at him with concern. "Have you considered the dials Dr. Sandburg-"
"Yeah, Frase." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes because he knew Fraser was doing this because he did care. "But I keep tellin' ya. Radio dials just don't do it for me. I'm used to a remote. You push a button, the noise gets louder. No control to that at all."
The Doc shrugged, nodding philosophically as he got a hold on the skin. "I suppose telling you to imagine a flower wouldn't work much better then."
"Ya think?" Ray did likewise, his nose wrinkling.
"Well then," Fraser said briskly, taking position on Ray's right side. "What we need is a dial that you are used to controlling without the means of a remote control. On three?"
"Three." Both he and the Doc nodded.
"Heave!" Muscles straining, they began to walk, footsteps crunching and sinking into the knee deep snow, dragging the skin and meat behind them.
"So where... we gonna find... somethin' like that?" Ray panted, staring stiffly at the direction of the cabin, keeping his sights on their goal. One step at a time. Man, they were going to be sore after this.
"I think you'll find... that we have already, Ray." Fraser panted beside him.
"Yeah?"
"Correct."
"Yeah?!"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"Huh? Oh!" Fraser immediately looked contrite. "While you are driving... what do you do?"
"Uh... Tryin' not to run people over?"
The Doc chuckled at the joke and Ray grinned.
"That... is not what I meant, Ray." It was hard to tell if his partner was amused or not and Ray wasn't going to look. "When you drive, you operate... a series of levers and gears that causes... the car to accelerate, decelerate and turn, correct?"
"Yeah, so?"
"What do you keep... an eye on to tell how fast you are going?"
"The speedometer..." It clicked. "Which is a giant dial with numbers!"
"Correct." He didn't need to look to see Fraser's smug expression. The Doc let out a tiny cackle of glee.
"Fraser, I could kiss you!" The cold bit his cheeks as he grinned. "... In a purely platonic sense, of course."
"Of course." Fraser easily agreed. The Doc snickered quietly, panting as he stumbled slightly in the snow, his smaller size working to his disadvantage. "So, Ray... What speed are you currently at?"
"Zero being... nothing and... 100 being top speed." Doc agreed.
"What? No... breakin' the speed limit?"
He got a chuckle for the quip, everyone focusing on dragging their haul. Zero being the absence of senses --which was damn freaky when it happened-- and 100 mph being overwhelming. Which was freaky, but in a more painful sort of way.
"It may... work better... to have a speedometer... for each sense..." Doc added helpfully.
More than one speedometer then, huh? Like keeping an eye on the RPMs as well as the speedometer. In fact, he could probably just assign various driving dials to his senses. Radio volume for hearing, Fuel gauge for taste, RPMs for hearing, speedometer for sight... touch, touch... what the hell to do with touch?
"The speedometer idea... may work better than various kinds... of dials, Ray." Fraser's voice quietly advised.
Or he could do that. "Right." Zero nothing, 100 tops... So... about 45, 50 for normal. So his sense of smell would be about... past the speed limit. "Scents a little high." He finally admitted.
"Ease off on the gas." Fraser advised and this time there was -definitely- a smile there.
"You sayin' I got... a problem with... gas there, Frase?"
"Buck Frobisher? Yes." Fraser's voice was serious and devout. "You? Never."
Ray chuckled, feeling loose limbed and lighter for the humour. Not much topped Buck Frobisher when it came to gas. Doc chuckled as well.
"Hey." Doc panted. "Think... I see the shed."
"Right you are." Fraser agreed. "Little bit farther and we'll... be home."
"Yeah." Ray nodded, all of his senses fluctuating slightly before abruptly levelling off, snapping into place. Feeling clear-headed for the first time in a while, he grinned at his friends on either side of him.
"Home."
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Date: 2005-04-03 03:16 am (UTC)works well too, like Ray expanding to the whole dash board and Fraser reining him in. Home is good with friends is better.
Poor moose.
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Date: 2005-04-03 08:25 am (UTC)Broken links
Date: 2005-04-03 01:48 pm (UTC)Re: Broken links
Date: 2005-04-04 07:16 pm (UTC)Will fix that and upload the changes as soon as I can!! #^^#
Any other links that aren't working?
Re: Broken links
Date: 2005-04-04 11:04 pm (UTC)Re: Broken links
Date: 2005-04-05 01:45 am (UTC)prolly just need to change 'ash' to 'engaku' s'all.
um... what's your name? ^^;;
Re: Broken links
Date: 2005-04-05 12:48 pm (UTC)Re: Broken links
Date: 2005-04-06 02:27 am (UTC)Found the problem, but it'll be a while before I can upload corrected files. Just delete monogatari/ to get to the correct link. For some odd reason, it's saying that the takara and engaku folders are inside monogatari when they're not. o_O
M'glad you like the AU fics! XD Think they're really the most fun to work on.
Thank you again!!!
Yay!!! Love this bit of nuttiness.
Date: 2005-04-03 10:10 pm (UTC)Re: Yay!!! Love this bit of nuttiness.
Date: 2005-04-06 02:29 am (UTC)Ray's tactile. So's Blair. Fraser is in the middle having a quiet panic attack. Hee hee hee.
((HUggles Po'e!))