Fic: Turtle Dove 1/1 Due South
Title: Turtle Dove. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Due South. Characters: Fraser, RayK. Words: 534 Fandom: Due South Pairing: N/A Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A Summary: Fraser is rendered speechless by Ray's ingenuity. Author's Note: Crack! ______________________________________
When Ray had called him in excitement, Benton had been cautiously optimistic. After all, one had to face the ideas that his friend and partner enjoyed with a steady grip, and in the case of the Inspector, a shot or two. His Ray was a good man, but his pleasures, to say the least, were an acquired taste. This was no different.
Standing in the doorway of Ray's apartment, he could only stare in absolute shock. Licking his lips, he had to clear his throat twice.
Ray was watching him with a happy eagerness that bordered on manic. If Benton were so inclined as to have his 'head kicked', he would have asked if the man were on something. Since he did not wish it, he merely cleared his throat a second time.
"Well, Frase, what do you think?" Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Ray had his thumbs stuck through the belt loops on his hips. His joy was slowly morphing into suspicion.
If he didn't act now, Benton knew it would turn ugly, quickly. Avoiding his friend's gaze, he cleared his throat for a fourth time. "I, uh, that is..." He trailed off with a quick inhalation. "Putting aside the impossibility of it all, Ray, I feel I should point out that that is a pigeon, not a dove."
"I know." Ray shrugged. Looking back to the aquarium tank on the shelf, he grinned. "I couldn't catch one and the pet shops were all out, it bein' Christmas."
Nodding, Benton sighed. "I see." His eyebrow started to twitch and he reached up to scratch at it with the back of his thumb. "Ray. Do you realize the impracticality of this?" His cheeks started to burn, which was definitely not a good sign. "It's just not possible. Oh, dear. I..." Feeling flustered, faced his feet.
"Frase." The word was spoken so softly that it was almost inaudible.
"Yes, Ray?" Looking up, Benton braced himself for the worst, that his friend had truly lost his mind this time. What he found, though, made him deflate a little.
Grin splitting his face, Ray's body shook with repressed giggles. "I can't believe you actually fell for it." Clutching his sides, he began to snicker. "You shoulda seen the look on your face. I know that ain't how they're made!"
His cheeks burning, Benton was forced to look away again. "Yes, well, sometimes I feel the urge to question your grip on sanity." When the pillow hit him in the face, his only reaction was to blink. "Very mature, Ray."
"Put a sock in it, Mountie, and help me get that winged rat out of the tank."
Benton straightened to his full posture. Holding his chin high, he folded his hands behind his back. "You felt the need to pull this bit of tom foolery, you shall suffer the consequences. I'll be out getting dinner while you finish up." With that, he turned about face, and marched out of the apartment. He could already hear the beginning of that nasal laughter through the door as he eased it shut behind him.
Indeed, this would have been an amusing anecdote, had it not been pulled on him.