It's in the Eyes
Disclaimer: Ray and Fraser belong to Alliance and the Pauls.
Warning: Rated R for sex
Notes: Posted in three parts on ds_flashfiction for the cliche challenge.


Ray was sipping a beer and watching the Discovery channel with a frown.  Apparently, his partner was a worse influence than he thought.  That train of thought was interrupted by someone pounding on the door.  Ray got up and opened it expecting the Mountie.  After all, no one else ever came to visit him anymore.  He was surprised by the tall brunette with killer blue eyes.

“Yes?” Ray asked.

The woman stared at him for a moment before speaking.

“No, I guess you wouldn’t recognize me.  It was foolish of me to think so,” she said matter of factly.

“I’m pretty sure I would have remembered you,” Ray said giving her the once over.

She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and considering she was the exact opposite of Stella in almost every way, that was saying something.  She was wearing a baggy red flannel shirt and too large jeans that were rolled up at the bottoms.  Her feet were bare, and she gave the over all impression of a little girl wearing her daddy’s clothes.  It was as he was looking at her feet that he noticed Diefenbaker waiting to be let in at her side.

“Dief?” he asked.

“Ray, may we come in?”

“Uh, sure,” he said stepping back.  Dief immediately went to his usual spot like he did every time Fraser brought him over.  “Did Fraser send you here?  Are you in some kind of trouble?”

Ray wondered why his partner hadn’t called.  It wasn’t like Frase.  He spared a moment of worry for the Canadian as he watched the woman step into the middle of the room.  She seemed uncomfortable.

“And you are?” Ray asked when she still hadn’t answered his questions.

The woman turned abruptly to look him in the eyes.

“Ray, it’s me.”

He gave her his patented ‘still don’t have a clue’ look.

“It’s me, Fraser,” she said.

“Did Dewey put you up to this?”

“Ray, Ray, Ray, I know how this must sound, but I assure you that I am Benton Fraser.”

“Uh huh.”

“Don’t patronize me.  If you don’t believe me, ask Diefenbaker.  He saw the whole thing.”

“See that’s the part I don’t get.  Dewey coming up with this, sure, but talking Frase into letting Dief in on it…”

“Stanley Raymond Kowalski.   You were married to Stella Kowalski, the Assistant State’s Attorney, until your divorce.  Your parents, Damian and Barbara Kowalski, have recently moved back here from Arizona.  They brought back the GTO which you helped your father rebuild.  You have a pet turtle that you think Diefenbaker wants to eat.  You…”

“Hey, hey, hey.  You could have gotten any of that from Dewey.”

“The first day I met you, I measured your nose, took your fingerprints, and fed you a window putty sandwich.”

“Fraser could have told you that.”

She sighed prettily and stood in a parade rest with her hands clasped behind her back.  It was a standard Fraser pose, and Ray’s opinion of her acting went up a notch.

She took a breath and said, “After the Beth Botrelle case, when you returned to the car from talking with her, you cried.  I’d hardly tell anyone that.”

It wasn’t what she said, but the look in those clear blue eyes that convinced him.  The body was different, but no amount of acting would make her eyes look like his.

“Frase?” he asked in a small voice.

“Yes, Ray, it’s me.”

Ray marched up to her and looked down at the red shirt that reminded him of the uniform.  He reached out quickly and grabbed her right breast giving it a little squeeze.  He vaguely registered the lack of a bra.  Fraser made a strangled noise.

“Ray!  Do you mind!”

“Holy shit, Frase!  You’ve got tits!”

“Most women do.”

Oh, that snarky voice was definitely Fraser.  Ray glanced down at the jeans.

“You mean… I mean… the boys are, um… gone?”

“Yes, Ray.”

“Wow.”

“Hardly the sentiment I would have chosen.”

“How?”

“I was in the kitchen of the Consulate when I blacked out.  I woke up like this.  Diefenbaker witnessed the change and is still somewhat distraught...”

“He’s distraught!  Fraser, you’re a woman!  How can you be fine with this?”

“Well I don’t have much choice, Ray!” she snapped before closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

Ray put an arm around her shoulders, holding her against his side.

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  It’s okay,” he said softly.

Fraser’s eyes opened and he gave Ray a look.  At first, Ray didn’t get it until he looked down at himself comforting his partner.  He quickly let go and stepped back.

“Sorry, guy reflex,” he said and went over to fetch his beer.  “So any reason for this that you know?”

“Well, I do have a suspicion, but you’ll think it’s silly.”

“My best friend suddenly has a vagina and he thinks I’ll find it silly,” Ray muttered and took a very long pull from his beer.

“There was this gypsy in the park.  I assure you, I was only trying to help.”

“Of course you were,” Ray said finishing his beer quickly and marching towards the fridge for another.

“Well,” she-Fraser continued, “there was some misunderstanding and she said something about a ‘soul curse’ not working so she’d have to make do…”

Ray drained another beer and let Fraser drone on.  Part of him tried to remember what it was like to be a normal cop.  The rest of him was trying to figure out what it meant when you got the hots for your suddenly transgendered partner.  Mostly, he just hoped that there weren’t any pirates involved in this one.

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Two days, it had been two days.  Ray was about to come out of his skin.  He had called in to work for both himself and Fraser.  The Mountie could hardly go in looking like he did.  Thatcher would probably have him/her arrested.  They’d gone over the park with a sketch of the gypsy that Fraser had done, but so far they hadn’t found out squat.  He didn’t want to give up hope that they could find a way to get Fraser’s old body back.  The Canadian, on the other hand, was starting to get this sad look in those pretty blue eyes.  It made Ray want to scream.

Well, if he wanted to be truthful to himself, it wasn’t the case that was driving him batshit.  No, it was living with a woman again, all be it a Fraserfied woman, that was really messing with his head.  At every turn, from the way Fraser tucked her hair behind her ears, to her sweet smell, reminded him of what his life used to be like before Stella stopped caring.  The worst of it was that Fraser, being a guy or at least being himself, was completely unaware of the little things he was doing.  Usually, the Mountie took obliviousness to new heights, but now… now that he had to live with it, because Frase could hardly go back to staying at the Consulate, Ray didn’t know whether to strangle him or kiss her.

Oh, and that whole pronoun thing was giving him a headache too.

It was the third night that Ray found himself again sitting on the couch next to this gorgeous creature that he snapped.  The tension was just way too much, and since his partner was staying with him he couldn’t bring himself to relieve that tension when he lay down in bed at night.  Partly because Frase was just in the next room on the couch, and partly because jerking off thinking about his best friend was just way too confusing, even if said friend looked like something out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue at the moment.  What set him off was a simple thing really.  He had looked over at Fraser, who was reading one of his father’s journals quietly, and noticed the shirt.  It shouldn’t have been a big deal.  After all, Fraser had been wearing Ray’s clothes more often than his own because they weren’t as baggy on his new smaller body.  But, it was just the thought of that soft gray cotton that belonged to him rubbing over even softer pale breasts that totally made him freak.

Ray darted to his feet and plowed into the kitchen to have just a small barrier between them.  He leaned on the counter with his head bent over the sink chugging in breaths like a marathon runner.  He should have known better.  Fraser was still Fraser.  He was still a cop.

“Ray?  Is something wrong?  Are you all right?” the voice asked way to close to him.

Ray jerked away as if Fraser was standing there with a cattle prod.

“Jeez, Frase!  Don’t do that!”

“Ray…” Fraser asked softly.

“Don’t talk to me like that.  I’m not some kind of skittish horse.”

“Then stop acting like one.”

Ray shot his buddy a look.  He ran a hand through his hair and started to pace in the small space.  Fraser had blocked the exit.  There was no where for him to run.  He wondered if that was the guy’s plan.

“Just back off all right,” he finally managed.

“I’m just standing here, Ray.”

He muttered, “Yeah, you’re always just standing there.”

“What does that mean?”

Trust Mr. Bat Ears to hear that.  Ray crossed his arms over his chest.  He needed all the walls he could get.

“You don’t have a clue do you?  Shit!  Of course not.  You’re still you.  Still the master of, ‘I don’t understand, Ray.’”

“Well I don’t!  Tell me what’s wrong, please.”

“I can’t, Frase.  You got enough to deal with right now.”

Fraser just looked confused.  It was a cute expression on his new face.  After a moment the tip of that wet pink tongue eased out of the corner of his mouth and slid across her lower lip.

“And for God’s sake quit licking your lips like that!” Ray yelled.  His whole body was practically shaking.  It was taking every scruple he ever had to keep him from pushing her up against the refrigerator and kissing the hell out of her.

Suddenly, it was like a light went on in Fraser’s eyes.  Her eyebrows arched up together in surprise.  It was an expression he’d seen a dozen times on Fraser’s face, usually after he’d shot his mouth off.  Shit, looked like Mr. Oblivious finally got a clue.

“Oh,” she said.

Ray looked down at his sock feet and felt like the worlds biggest jerk for about nine seconds.  After that, his arms were full of fiery woman.  Fraser had just flung herself at him after a moment of thought.  She was kissing him all over his face, and he had to grab hold of her head, god her hair was soft, and pull her in for a real kiss.  It was hot and wet and needy.  Fraser gave as good as she got.  Finally, they pulled away to breathe.  Ray sighed and looked into those blue eyes.  Then it hit him.

“Fraser!  What the fuck!” he said, but didn’t let go.

“Ray, I…” Fraser hesitated.

They stared at each other for what felt like a long time.  Ray was trying to make his world straight.  It had kind of gotten tilted in the last few minutes.  He wasn’t sure what Fraser was thinking.  Neither of them was going to move again he realized.

“To hell with that,” Ray said and kissed Fraser again.

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Ray thought, ‘Rewind Kowalski, how the hell did you get here?  Good damn question.  We were in the kitchen.  Then Fraser kissed me, and… and….  Holy shit.’

Ray’s whole body trembled on the bed as Fraser took her time smelling and licking his bare chest. Her tongue was doing things that were probably illegal, even in Canada, and he was having trouble focusing.  Part of him was wondering if he shouldn’t be stopping this right now.  Frase was probably feeling vulnerable or something because of this whole body switching thing.  Not that you could tell at the moment.  The tip of Fraser’s tongue slid around his nipple slowly and his hips jerked up of their own volition.

‘Bad hips!  No!  This is your buddy, this is Fraser for Pete’s sake!’ he thought quickly.  The hips had no comment.

It was just like him really.  He wanted something really badly and when he got it, he starting thinking of reasons why he shouldn’t have it.  It was annoying.  Fraser seemed to have no problem with this situation, why couldn’t he just go with it like that?  Ray closed his eyes and let Fraser play.  His now long dark tresses brushed against Ray’s ribs as the Mountie continued to lather attention on his nipples.

‘But…’ he thought again.

‘Shut up brain!’ his libido screamed.

“Fraser?” he whispered.

‘Damnit,’ his libido cursed.

“Yes, Ray?” Fraser asked with a breathy phone sex voice.  Ray tried not to groan.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Oh, yes, Ray.”

“So you’ve thought about this before.  I mean, before you had like estrogen and stuff?” he asked surprised.

Fraser sat up straddling his hips.  All her weight was suddenly centered in a very happy place.  Ray had trouble focusing again.  His libido started snickering.  Fraser ran a finger tip over her eyebrow causing Ray’s attention to snap back to the present.  That was a regular Fraser move.  He was uncomfortable.

“Yes, Ray,” Fraser said softly.

Ray thought about that for a half a second before his hands slid up underneath his T-shirt that Fraser was wearing.  She squirmed on his lap as he gently ran his fingers over silky skin.  He pulled the shirt off of her and brought it to his nose for a quick inhale before throwing it wildly.

“I can handle that, I think,” he said and pulled her into a kiss again.  For a straight laced guy, Frase was a real dirty kisser.  It was all tongue and thrusting and hot, hot, hot.  They were both moaning a bit before Fraser pulled away.  Her hands ran lovingly over his shoulders and down his arms.  She took her time over his tattoo as if trying to trace it into memory.  It gave him a chance to look at this new mysterious body in front of him.

Her breasts weren’t huge, but nicely shaped and perky.  They looked very suckable.  Ray bent his head down to confirm this and Fraser gasped and squirmed again.  He grabbed her hips pushing them down hard against him.  Fraser took the hint and started grinding in earnest.  She was making these tiny little noises that were driving him crazy.

He pulled back from her nipple and hissed, “Pants off…”

Fraser flipped off of him onto her back beside him on the bed and quickly pulled off the sweatpants she had been wearing.

“I meant mine,” Ray sighed and stood quickly shucking his jeans and boxers off.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ray,” she apologized in perfect Mountie form.

He froze.  For a moment he’d forgotten again just who he was getting ready to get busy with.  The small hand that wrapped around his cock stopped all thought.  Ray made a very unmanly noise and looked down at Fraser.  She was looking up at him through her bangs with the sexiest look and kept playing with him.

“God, Frase, you are such a slut,” he said with a smile.  Ray grabbed her under the arms and tossed her back up onto the bed.

“Ray!” Fraser gasped, scandalized.

He chuckled and crawled his way up the bed over her body and said, “Aw shaddup, I’m bigger than you now.”

He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her again.  Pale arms and legs wrapped around him with a contented sigh.  Slowly, she began to squirm underneath him impatiently.  He growled at the back of his throat like Dief, but pulled back a little.

“Are you really sure about this?” he asked looking into those blue eyes that hadn’t really changed.

“Ray, Ray, Ray…” Fraser groaned again impatient.

“Just checking,” he said.  Reaching down between them, he began to stroke her with his fingers.

Fraser made a strangled noise and pushed against his fingers with her hips.  Ray smiled and slid down her body leaving gentle little kisses in his wake.  A quick application of his tongue and she was bucking like a bronco.  Ray took a moment to grin.  If it was one thing he had become well versed at in his years with Stella, it was this.  He supposed having a demanding wife, ex-wife, was a good thing.  Fraser was moaning and gasping, and he wondered if the Mountie was as loud as a guy.

Suddenly, Ray had a funny feeling in his stomach.  Maybe it was remembering that Fraser was a guy.  He thought about it.

“Ray!  Ray, please!” Fraser begged pulling at him.  

He moved back up the lovely pale body pulling her spread thighs up a bit with him.  He took a moment to kiss that luscious mouth one more time before the main event.  Slowly, he moved inside her and gasped at the tight heat there.  She was radiating like a furnace, but that shouldn’t have been a big shock.  Fraser had always been so warm.  As they moved together, Fraser grasped at him.  That funny feeling in his stomach returned.  It was good, it was so good, but it wasn’t greatness.  It should have been greatness.  Of course, there was no stopping now and he felt that tight slow second before he came.  Fraser sobbed beneath him and her body clutched him in orgasm.  He tilted his head back and grunted loudly.

Ray lay there for a blissful moment before he opened his eyes and almost screamed his head off.  Fraser was shifting and changing.  The long dark tresses drew up into a short slightly curly cut.  Shoulders widened, hips narrowed, breasts disappeared, and the chest spread.  It was over in seconds and Fraser, same as he ever was, lay on the bed beside him blinking.  Ray opened and closed his mouth but no sounds came out.  He reached out quickly and grasped his friend’s cock.

“Ray!”

“Frase, you have a dick!” Ray said happily.

“Since I was born, Ray,” Fraser said. It should have been snarky, but apparently the Mountie was too tired to care and it came out a little flat.  Ray smiled anyway.

“Does this… does this change things?” Fraser asked softly.

Ray thought about it.  For some reason the funny feeling in his stomach was completely gone.  So that was it.

“I don’t think so.  The whole time before.  I mean a few minutes ago.  That was good and all, but it wasn’t greatness.  It wasn’t you.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t ‘ah’ me!  Don’t you understand what I’m saying here?”

“No, Ray.”

Ray bent down and kissed Fraser.  This one wasn’t as down and dirty.  It was more sweet and tender.  Frase smiled as he pulled away.

“Now he gets it, and you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

Fraser sighed.

“So what do you think made you change back?” Ray asked absently resting his head on the manly chest beside him.

“I believe because you made me happy, Ray.”

“Well, hell if I would have known that, I would have nailed you that first night.”

“Ray!” Fraser admonished over his chuckling.  Maybe later he’d get to try out the old body and see if it would be greatness.  He was pretty sure it would be.



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