New dS flashfic by mondschein1
Apr. 19th, 2005 06:14 pmThis is a follow-up to Socks, because people wanted to know, and I wanted to write it. (To people who wanted to know about the stove, that is there. In my head. Refusing to be put on paper. I will get it out eventually.)
Title: Frostbitten
Author:
mondschein1
Category: flashfiction? maybe? kinda?
Warnings: gen. Totally completely, not even vaguely pre-slash -- unless you want to personify winter. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Summary: Why Fraser's feet weren't pretty in "Socks."
Frostbitten
Title: Frostbitten
Author:
Category: flashfiction? maybe? kinda?
Warnings: gen. Totally completely, not even vaguely pre-slash -- unless you want to personify winter. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Summary: Why Fraser's feet weren't pretty in "Socks."
Frostbitten
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Date: 2005-04-20 03:02 am (UTC)What happens next? *begs*
I love how Fraser is so bull-headed he'd rather risk losing his feet (!) than have his coworkers see him in pain. Such a self-sufficient, independent lunkhead.
And losing Dief is probably the most terrifying thing that could happen to him the the Great White. Dief's like a good luck charm (along with the Stetson). Gotta wonder where the wolf went.
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Date: 2005-04-20 06:19 pm (UTC)Yeah. Stupid noble Fraser. We love his idiocy so.
Fuzzy good luck charm! He just. Um. Lost track of Fraser, and Fraser lost track of him, what with all the snow, so he just went back to the station and waited.
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Date: 2005-04-20 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-20 07:48 pm (UTC)Huh.
That wasn't what I was going for at all. I mean. Okay, I could see where you might think that -- but I sort of thought that's what the socks were for: so Henry'd never see Fraser's feet to begin with, 'cause Fraser doesn't like them.
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Date: 2005-04-20 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-20 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-20 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-20 08:34 pm (UTC)I'm going to unplug my keyboard now.
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Date: 2005-04-20 11:41 pm (UTC)That's okay! Sometimes people need to kick me and remind me that I think in strange and bizarre ways, and cannot expect other sane people to follow my brain automatically. *g*