Disclaimer: As much as it distresses me to say it, Due South does not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Summary: A vignette written for the Key challenge on the Due South Flashfiction Live Journal Community
A. Kite ( Akite68163@aol.com )
September 2003
Fraser walked into the cabin at the end of the day to find Ray, his Ray, knocking his head against the keyboard of their brand new, shipped at great expense, computer. He called out, "Ray? Ray. Ray?"
Finally, he was acknowledged with a grimace.
"Ray, what's wrong?"
"You told me - didn't you tell me that we didn't have this virus thingy? Didn't you tell me that several times?"
"Yes Ray, I did. I ran the virus scan just this morning. You haven't downloaded any e-mail with attachments today, have you?"
"No! Fuck no, Ben."
"Language, Ray," Fraser chided. "What's the problem then?"
"The delete key is stuck, and we're getting these notices in our mailbox. From people we don't even know, saying we sent out this virus."
Fraser fell back into an old habit and scratched at his eyebrow with a thumbnail. "Technically, it's a worm, Ray, not a virus. And knocking your head against the keyboard won't help that." He reached over Ray's shoulder and grabbed the keyboard to save it from further damage. A small bit of something fell out. On closer inspection, it was a piece of corn chip. As Fraser opened his mouth to chastise Ray for eating at the computer, he looked at the monitor. "Oh, dear. Now they're spoofing our e-mail address. I don't like that!"
"Spoofing? What the hell is that?"
Fraser set the keyboard down, reached out and started massaging the tense muscles in Ray's neck before he launched into a totally incomprehensible explanation. It was ten times worse than an Inuit story. At least those were in English. This computer stuff; Ray didn't ever think he'd get the hang of it all, but the hands on his neck, shoulders, down his back made it all fade away.
That is until a slap on his back and Fraser's voice called him back. "So you see? There's nothing to worry about. This worm will cease to spread itself after September 10th, and if we're vigilant until then everything should be just fine."
"Yeah, fine," Ray answered back dreamily. "It time for bed yet, Ben?"
Fraser pulled Ray up and into his arms for a long, long kiss. When it was over, and they pulled apart, Fraser answered, "Yes, I believe it is, Ray. Why don't you shut down the computer and meet me in the bedroom?"