Fandom: Due South
Word Count: 200
Written for the slashthedrabble prompt: No Happily Ever After
Summary: When Ray was little, his mom would tell him a story before bed.
AN: Thanks to evening_spirit for the Polish.
Ray looked out the window of Fraser's cabin and thought, damn, even the snow's cleaner in Canada. Trees covered in ice looked like crystal sculptures. Canada wasn't a land far, far away, more like you-better-hope-you-don't-freeze-your- nuts-off land.
When Ray was little, his mom would tell him a story before bed. His mom's voice was a mixture of broken English and Polish, and it would wrap around him like a warm towel fresh out of the dryer.
The first time Ray saw Fraser he thought he looked like Ksiaze z bajki*.
The more time Ray spent with Fraser the more he realized Fraser might look like a prince (and why didn't princes ever have spiky blond hair) but he needed to be rescued as much as a princess; Ray figured that made him a prince on a white motorcycle, at least.
The first time they kissed, Ray expected Fraser to be what's the word, chaste, instead Fraser kisses were so fierce and wild Ray was hard in a matter of moments.
Ray didn't know if they'd get a happily ever after, or just go stale like a trail of bread crumbs, but he at least had to see how it would end.
*Ksiaze z bajki is Polish for Prince from a fairytale.