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things to do on your day off
Behold, a meme!
1. Go to my master fic list and pick out a line or two from one of my stories. (A full line, if you will; a speech tag with content is fine, but sentence fragments will mostly just make me repent the day I decided I like the occasional sentence fragment.)
2. I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from.
3. A drabble to anyone who stumps me. If you do stump me, feel free to request a situation and characters.
If you end up with a potential drabble, any of my fandoms is a decent bet, but (unsurprisingly) I will respond with the most promptness and enthusiasm if it's for due South. (Or Doctor Who or Lord of the Rings, actually; I am particularly up for those also.)
1. Go to my master fic list and pick out a line or two from one of my stories. (A full line, if you will; a speech tag with content is fine, but sentence fragments will mostly just make me repent the day I decided I like the occasional sentence fragment.)
2. I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from.
3. A drabble to anyone who stumps me. If you do stump me, feel free to request a situation and characters.
If you end up with a potential drabble, any of my fandoms is a decent bet, but (unsurprisingly) I will respond with the most promptness and enthusiasm if it's for due South. (Or Doctor Who or Lord of the Rings, actually; I am particularly up for those also.)
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Can I request Fraser/RayK in Starfleet?
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Lieutenant Ray Kowalski made his first really serious cultural error two days after he was assigned to the core engineering crew aboard the USS Exeter.
So far he'd been doing pretty well; he hadn't been a nerdy loser kid trapped in Southside Chicago for a pretty long time, and four years at the Academy had taught him to not freak out when someone human-looking turned out to have weirdly-shaped eyes or ridges in their foreheads or pointy ears and stupid haircuts or whatever, or when someone not-human-looking just was not. His Lieutenant Commander was human, which he kind of appeciated, and one of the other guys on his team was actually a girl and from Orion and seemed really into him, which was great for his ego even if Ray wasn't quite done being miserable that Stella had graduated a year early and was out god knew where and sucked at returning his calls. The point was Ray did pretty well getting along with everyone, including the ship, which was almost brand new and ran like a dream, so aside from the loneliness he was good.
Then, woo, cultural error.
The good thing was that the screw-up didn't get any further than the inside of Ray's head. The bad thing was that it embarrassed the hell out of him anyway.
He'd sent a request up for some specs on how much cold the pods were good to take, because they were coming up on a snowy and damn cold planet and he wanted to make sure atmospheric change wasn't gonna rip right through his babies. Visuals on the communications screens were down for some reason (the lieutenant from Orion was working to fix that one) so when Ray asked for the specs, some ensign promised to bring them down "the old-fashioned way, Lieutenant Kowalski," with just that calm edge of wry humor that meant Ray was gonna be dealing with a Vulcan ensign here.
Ray had nothing against Vulcans, seriously, but he kind of thought they had something against him. They had this relentless calm logical thing going on that used to make Ray slouch down in his desk in class and stare out at the water glittering off the Bay below, trying to feel smarter and cooler-headed than a hornet or some other kind of angry bug. Vulcans just made Ray feel twitchy and dumb, and so far he'd managed to mostly avoid them because they didn't tend to go for getting greasy up to their elbows and whacking at things with wrenches. But he had a Vulcan ensign from Communications coming down to give him some specs, and okay, he could do this.
It was easy to spot the guy coming: Ray rolled out from under the pod and saw the Vulcan's neat dark hair and his neat red shirt and his perfect-posture walk, grit his teeth, and was on his feet and halfway to making the stupid weird-fingered gesture that he used to show he was cool with Vulcans and he hoped they'd prosper and stuff when he saw that the ensign was human.
That was a fucking jolt.
"Here are the specifications you ordered, sir," the ensign said, handing the sheets over, all human ears and stupid human haircut and Vulcan levels of neutral politeness on his face.
"Thanks," Ray said, snatching them. "Ensign ...?"
"Fraser, sir," Ensign If-I-Changed-My-Haircut-I-Could-Apply-For-Alien-Citizenship Fraser replied. "Is there anything else?"
"No," Ray said. "No, uh, dismissed," and Ensign Fraser actually snapped off a crisp salute before leaving.
Ray did get around to looking through the specs, but first of all he sat near the pod for a while feeling like a particularly screwed-up hornet, missing Stella and the view of the Golden Gate Bridge something fierce.
[...and uh I think that is a complete ficlet but it is not actually Fraser/RayK really and I am horrifyingly intrigued by the crossover potential soooo if you want more you can have the Continuing Adventures of Ray and How Fraser Proved He Wasn't Really That Vulcan After All.]
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