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asher_talos) wrote2013-04-24 07:11 pm
asher_talos) wrote2013-04-24 07:11 pm
For Ray
The day had started out ordinary enough.
Asher had woken up first, and he had half a mind to wake Ray up, too. He doubted the other man would have protested too much at the method he'd have used to wake him, but he eventually decided against it, allowing him to continue sleeping in the end. Had he not, it would have otherwise been a lot more difficult to get any actual work done that morning.
He left a kiss on Ray's shoulder before sliding out of bed (it was a lot easier to be affectionate when the other party was more or less unconscious), and quietly went about pulling on his clothing. He would have preferred staying in bed himself, but the damn horses weren't going to feed and water themselves, no matter how hard he wished it.
He slipped out soundless when he was through, shutting the door behind him.
Maybe the lack of a herd of excited, barking dogs running to greet him should have been a clue that something was amiss. Instead, Asher just took it as a sign to hurry the fuck up and get out of there before they spotted him. It was a short-lived thought, though, as Asher only made it a few steps from the hut before spying Mr. Waffles' tail swaying on the other side of the hot tub before the dog sprung up, resting his front paws on the edge of the tub and peeking in, whimpering.
"Hey!" Asher called, whistling when that didn't automatically get the dog's attention.
Still nothing.
Maybe he'd inherited his father's 'deafness', Asher thought as he trudged over. Once close enough, though, he thought maybe he'd inherited the police dog skills instead.
It took a lot to startle a five-hundred year old vampire, but finding a corpse in his hot tub would apparently do it. Being more or less desensitize by that sort of thing, it was really just the shock of finding one there that rattled him, not the body itself. His initial ideal of how it might have gotten there didn't help, either.
"Holy fuck," Asher muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he continued to repeat back to the hut, through the door and for a moment as he paced by the foot of the bed.
So much for letting Ray sleep in. Maybe he should have given him that blow job first after all.
"Vecchio?"
Asher had woken up first, and he had half a mind to wake Ray up, too. He doubted the other man would have protested too much at the method he'd have used to wake him, but he eventually decided against it, allowing him to continue sleeping in the end. Had he not, it would have otherwise been a lot more difficult to get any actual work done that morning.
He left a kiss on Ray's shoulder before sliding out of bed (it was a lot easier to be affectionate when the other party was more or less unconscious), and quietly went about pulling on his clothing. He would have preferred staying in bed himself, but the damn horses weren't going to feed and water themselves, no matter how hard he wished it.
He slipped out soundless when he was through, shutting the door behind him.
Maybe the lack of a herd of excited, barking dogs running to greet him should have been a clue that something was amiss. Instead, Asher just took it as a sign to hurry the fuck up and get out of there before they spotted him. It was a short-lived thought, though, as Asher only made it a few steps from the hut before spying Mr. Waffles' tail swaying on the other side of the hot tub before the dog sprung up, resting his front paws on the edge of the tub and peeking in, whimpering.
"Hey!" Asher called, whistling when that didn't automatically get the dog's attention.
Still nothing.
Maybe he'd inherited his father's 'deafness', Asher thought as he trudged over. Once close enough, though, he thought maybe he'd inherited the police dog skills instead.
It took a lot to startle a five-hundred year old vampire, but finding a corpse in his hot tub would apparently do it. Being more or less desensitize by that sort of thing, it was really just the shock of finding one there that rattled him, not the body itself. His initial ideal of how it might have gotten there didn't help, either.
"Holy fuck," Asher muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he continued to repeat back to the hut, through the door and for a moment as he paced by the foot of the bed.
So much for letting Ray sleep in. Maybe he should have given him that blow job first after all.
"Vecchio?"
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Rubbing Ray's back, he wondered just what sort of random occurrence this was. When his wife's body had turned up, there was no trace of it again after twenty-four hours, no body to put into a grave. Last time, though, when he'd found an entire rack of bodies from one of the blood farming facilities, those all stuck around.
He wasn't sure which this was, but he wasn't about to ask Ray if he'd been having hallucinations involving this woman over the past few month in order to figure it out.
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Letting out a groan of annoyance, mostly with himself, he rubbed the back of his hand against his forehead.
"Not your fault. I thought for a second--I hoped--I thought she mighta still been breathing."
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"I can get the Mountie. He's probably been up for five hours already, right? We can deal with this... If you want."
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Fraser knew what had happened, everything, knew Ray's part in it all. The rational side of him didn't believe Fraser would say anything, but the other side, the side in control right now, didn't want Asher anywhere near the truth, even in tight-lipped Mountie form.
He did move away with Asher though, his acquiescence calculated. Give him that much and he might not push the question of bringing Fraser here.
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"Okay... but I might. Unless you're going to help me do it." It was clear by his tone that he didn't think that was such a great ideal, but he couldn't exactly stop Ray from doing it if he decided to.
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Why her? Why now? What was he supposed to do with this? Would he wake up tomorrow and find Gardino in bits? If the island was going to send every dead body Ray had on his conscience, Asher would be digging graves for a long time to come.
"Do we have to think about that right now? I can't..."
Oh, God. This was wrong. It was so wrong. He could hear Frank warning him, cocking his gun, could feel Irene behind him. To this day he didn't know whether she had knocked him out of the way to save him or to stop him from shooting her brother. Either way, the ending was the same. The ending was lying less than twenty feet from him.
He lifted his arms across his eyes, hiding his face. "Oh, my God."
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"You don't have to deal with it, but if you want me to, I can't do it alone." At least if the Mountie helped instead of someone else on the IPD it would be somewhat contained.
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Mr Waffles padded up to Ray, whining quietly, ears flat. He left a trail of faint bloodied paw prints in his wake. Turning, Ray looked over at Asher, the body a blurry image in the background behind him.
"Tell Fraser it's, tell him it's Irene and that's all you know."
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Walking up to Ray, he gave him a quick kiss, making sure to meet his gaze when he pulled away. "Don't stay out here, okay?" He didn't want to come back to find Ray just standing over to the body.
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"Okay," he answered but only because he had to. Looking at her was pretty much his only plan of action right then. Ray'd never thought he'd get to see her again. If nothing else, at least he'd gotten that.