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pocketmouse ([personal profile] pocketmouse) wrote in [community profile] ds_slash 2005-09-04 01:09 am (UTC)

RayK -- PG

It was night, that was all he could tell. Ray supposed that if Fraser was here, he would be able to look up at the sky, and tell what time it was by the stars or some crap. Of course, there was too much light and smog to really see the stars from the alley. Though Ray did have a pretty good view of the sky, flat on his back.

Fraser, where are you?

There was a dumpster nearby, Ray dimly remembered passing it earlier, and now he could smell it clearly, even above the rising stench of blood. It had been raining that week, and the puddles sat, mixing with the pollution and garbage to make the alley really reek, this low to the ground. No chance of Fraser tracking his scent.

Come on, Fraser, quit messing around...

There was water dripping somewhere, and some noises from the street, and the nightclub they'd been investigating, but no footsteps. Ray tried to remember if you really needed two kidneys.

Fraser, you came into this alley with me, now get me the hell out.

It was getting colder, but that was okay, the pitted cement wasn't as uncomfortable as it'd been earlier. Ray closed his eyes, and tried to remember where Fraser had got to.

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