Buffy didn't think the ghost was going to be much help with the snow demons, but it would be nice to be wrong.

"Captain Francesca Vecchio of the VOLPE FEMINA," she said, standing up a little bit straighter with every word.

Adventures of the bronze dragonrider B'ton and his dragon Dieth

All detectives are Sherlock Holmes, and they all have their Watsons. Six iterations of Holmes moments in six fandoms.

Fraser and Ray have been talking about a particular kind of fantasy roleplay scene for a long time; it's just a matter of working out the details so they both feel safe about doing it.

The Bookman and Gentleman Johnny meet in person at last. And Raymond Vecchio has the start of a very bad day.

With most of the BAU on vacation, Morgan and Garcia are called in on an arson case in Chicago. For reasons that don't need to be explored at this juncture, they're paired up with a Mountie and a former Chicago cop, both of whom had been nearly killed by the *previous* Chicago serial arsonist.

Fraser likes Ray's hands--likes them a lot. When Ray figures out how much, he gets determined to give Fraser everything he's looking for down to the very last inch, if that's what Fraser wants.

It's hopelessly selfish, but Fraser can't resist; Ray's just that good with his hands.

Neal and Mozzie are running a scam in Chicago when they meet Fraser and Dief.

"What the hell is this, an Austen novel?"

Ray was thinking about it whenever they fucked, thinking about that hot, desperate look on Fraser's face the last time, like when Ray wrapped his fingers around Fraser's wrists, he got something, understood something that Fraser had never shared before with anybody ever.

Ray's family has disowned him for his relationship with Benny and he claims that it doesn't matter....but Benny knows better.

Mozzie turned slowly. A bright red uniform with riding boots and a wide-brimmed hat sat down beside him, and the gray-haired guy inside it looked at him with interest.

Teyla runs into a helpful Ancient, for a change. ^_^

"Iowa," Ray repeats. "Fucking Iowa. We're trapped in Iowa."

"Oh, you just like saying Iowa," I say, raising my paper again.

Fraser lowered Ray's arms slowly. "It's hard to imagine disliking libraries," he said. "Some of my fondest childhood memories involve libraries."

It's a Due South/Lovecraft crossover. I don't know what's WRONG with me. Help!

Ray braced one hand on the beer-soaked bar. "What you got over there? Terrorists? Killers? Mad bomber?"

"Olga," Fraser said inexplicably.

I am not the only person here who wants a do-over.

"I'm the one wearing the dress, if you'd deign to notice."

Fraser put me in charge of the weather diary. Weather diary? What do we need a weather diary for? How many different ways we got to say, "Cold today"?

Fraser/Kowalski -- NC-17 -- 41K
Ray thinks about making a mark

"Not that one," Ray said. "And no way. Not that one. You got a transistor loose or something?"

Crossover with Diana Wynne Jones' Chrestomanci books -- gen OMG -- 1,000 words
"You do not grab the mysterious beans and take them into the storage closet without me, got it? Those are Chicago beans, and Chicago is going to be there when you deal with them."

Detective Vecchio wished me to forward the following two (2) inquiries, firstly "Dief or carpet?" and second "Belgium or Bulgaria?"

He also wished to inform you that he will be away from his desk a great deal due to some bucolic bulls (I may have misheard, but was unable to question Det. Vecchio as he had already disconnected).

"Weird," Dave said in a curious tone. Chuck instantly regretted using the word, because like most people from Atlantis, his boyfriend heard 'weird' and thought, "I should poke it with a stick." Really, he should have known better than to bring him along to a family reunion, but it couldn't have been helped.

Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17
It's why he could sit in the middle of a camp of Mounties, eating a bowl of God-is-this-polar-bear-stew and say, hey, buddy, got an idea. Let's go get that Hand of Franklin. I cannot think of anything more unlikely, so I'm pretty sure we'll find it.

Dear Penthouse:

I am writing to you to detail the sexual experience I shared last night with my significant other (herein referred to as Ray I) and the law enforcement officer to whom I am assigned as liaison (herein referred to as Ray II). I am writing because I foolishly allowed myself to be goaded into a wager with Ray I, the terms of which were that, in the event Ray II agreed to a threesome, I would compose an account of it for your magazine

by pir8fancier

Close enough. Ray moves four inches to the right and tries again. "This entire--thing. Trip. Adventure. *I know what this is*." "And that is?" "I've been kidnapped."

Author: Tara Keezer

Fraser/RayK, AU, NC-17. A widowed policeman meets a Canadian Mountie in Chicago.

I open the door. The good news is that there's not a chick hiding out. The bad news is that there is a three-year-old boy with brown hair sitting on the toilet.

"Hi," the boy offers brightly.

"I can explain," Fraser says hastily.

SUMMARY: When undercover assignments, a bent ray, and body glitter become mutually inclusive...

Fraser/RayV, "...and you have to ruin it by being honest!"

John Sheppard and Ray Kowalski?

"Just--the Mountie love fest. It's everywhere. It's like disco. It sucks."

"Ten years. Wow. "

by kat Allison

Co-authored with Alanna and Starfish. Sometimes parents really do know best.

Finally: This is the continuation of "Real Boys (A Chip Off the Old Blog)," the short piece originally posted under the "genre" challenge as a riff on Philip K. Dick's dystopia. I've posted the whole thing in its entirety here just for tidiness' sake.

by doll_revolution
BOOKS: Ice Storm: A Historic Record in Photographs, ISBN 0771061005
Looking North: Royal Canadian Mounted Police Illustrations: The Potlatch Collection, ISBN 189043454X

Skilled Worker Self-Assessment - Page One

by Lady Mondegreen

Dear Benny,

Christ, what am I doing? First week on the job and I'm already practically blowing my cover here. They get one whiff of this, they get the idea I'm not who they think I am, I'll be dead before you can say 'even Steven'. Yeah, but I'm writing anyway, right?

"I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father--"

"Sh." Ray cups Fraser's chin in his hand and rubs Fraser's lips with

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