Title: Thankfully
Author: Telltail_heart
Pairing: f/k
Raiting:R. violence, gore
Length: 3 pages.
Author's Notes: I wrote this because I wanted to make christmas really special.



"winnie the pooh, winnie the pooh"



Thankfully

The air was dry and cold, and chapped his skin. He sat back in the tent with the small kerosene stove and applied the balm that Fraser had given to him at the beginning of their journey to his face. It smelt like mint, and he signed in relief as the tingle of the balm took away the tightness of his skin from the relentless cold. 

Outside the tent, Fraser had been messing around with the dogs, fixing their harnesses and laying down the chow before turning in for the night.

The sound of the dog’s frantic howls brought his head snapping to attention, he felt his skin jump off his bones, and he tossed the balm instinctively getting to his feet, and struggling into his layers.

“Fraser! Yo, what’s up?!” Ray bellowed as he slipped his thick outer gloves on over his thinner insulating ones.  

He tripped out of the tent and gasped from the shock of the sight before him; a trail of blood led away from the dogs, and at the beginning of the bloody mess lay the slashed bodies of a few of the team. Sasha, and Tricky..

Ray scrambled over to the dogs, franticly looking around into the white barrens, seeing nothing but the bloody trail, and the dead mutilated dogs, their intestines gnawed on still steaming from life on the ice- but not seeing Fraser. The other dogs whined and shook.

“Fraser! Benton! Benton!”

Ray slipped on the ice, scrabbling after the bloody trail, and in his confusion he tripped and fell over the small incline where they had set up camp, snapping his ankle on a spiked protruding rock as he had fallen violently landing on the ice below. He clenched his teeth biting through his tongue from the sudden pain. Blood gushed out of his mouth onto the ice, and he screamed through the blood, when he saw what was happening, a mere metre from his broken fall.

A polar bear was hunched over, massive and powerful and blood soaked. One paw pinned Fraser’s lifeless body against the snow covered ice, as it tore strips of skin, and vain, and cartilage from the bones of his body. His limbs were flopped unnaturally and contorted, and smeared with blood. The bear tugged violently and a strip of skin and muscle ripped from Fraser partially severed right arm. Patches of white could be seen on his torn face and in his hair where his skull was exposed and bloody. His eyes were wide and blue, and when he look into their dead stare and felt a part of himself die forever in that moment. Ray threw up at the sight and in his vomit a chunk of his tongue and a few of his teeth lay in the bloody ice.

Then the bear turned on him from all the noise, and he tried to get away frantically, scrapping his gloved hands against the ice, and kicking his body backwards with his good foot, back up the small hill. But it was useless, the bear was on him tugging at his uninjured leg powerfully, jerking on it persistently and he felt as the socket gave way, with a crunching, grinding snap.

His screams filled the crisp perfect air of the wild arctic, where nature prevails and man is a mere trespasser into one of the true undiscovered havens of the world, and Ray’s life.

It was supposed to be his adventure. It was supposed to the beginning to the rest of his new life. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.  

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Ray woke up screaming, and screaming, tears running down the sides of his face. Oh, he felt sick, “Oh God,” he cursed, as the warm body beside his stirred abruptly, pulling him close.

“Ray, Ray? What’s wrong?” Concerned voice, loving voice, Fraser’s voice...

“Horrible dream, oh god, terrible—a bear was eating you, then me, and you were dead and the bear ripped my leg off, and oh God that was so real” Ray trembled from adrenaline caused from the dream, but the warm body around him was so damn soothing and real, he began to calm down.

“Shhh,Shhh.” Fraser soothed and stroked a hand across Rays back, and shoulders comforting him.

“It’s okay, come on, just a bad dream,” he urged Ray to lie down, and Ray followed into Fraser’s arms, “Just a bad dream... go to bed Ray, tomorrows Christmas, and we need rest for the day’s events” Fraser whispered, into Rays hair. “Mmmkay,” Ray murmured, and felt warmth swell in every inch of his body.

Tomorrows Christmas, and they were both in bed, and alive, and not bear chow, thank god! “Terrible dream,” he mumbled into the night, and Fraser responded with a tight squeeze of his arms, and that was all Ray needed, all he ever needed, Fraser.

 But, before the silence took them both into sleep once again, he slurred, “Merry Christmas, Ben” and fell back into his dreams. Of bears...

The End.

 Merry Christmas to all!

God It's hard When there are so many...

(C)

Author: Caroline Alert
Fic: Walking in The Sky
Stats: f/k, R, rape, hurt/comfort.. 200 pgs about, very small text - would suggest making it larger so your eyes don't bleed
Site: Alchemy
Why I Like It:

 

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Author: Robin Serrano
Fic: Sunshine and Shadows
Stats: G, F/K, MARY JANE, 5pgs, (drugs-- Tag), and cornchips.
Why I Like It:


It's a fun little fic, someone gets high and munches out, and then a revelation is said... Short, no sweat off your.. eyes, take the plunge. 

Thumbs Up. just because marijuwana is involved. what can I say, I like the green...   

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