[ Look, you jump onto a moving train for a guy, you mortgage your house, you even go up to Canada on your own and trek across six hundred miles of near-wilderness, injured, to the edge of buttfuck nowhere to tell a guy with no phone who killed his father, and sometimes people are going to talk. Sometimes people are going to think 'that's just a little bit fucking overinvested, why would anyone do that if not for money or sex', and honestly, Vecchio would have been one of the people asking exactly that question if he hadn't spent those years with Fraser himself, didn't know the kind of loyalty and excess that he inspired in the people around him.
It had nearly driven Vecchio crazy in the end. He'd been torn with the Vegas job - on the one hand, it scared the shit out of him, but on the other it was the opportunity to finally get out from under Fraser's shadow and prove he was a good cop; that he could do the job. In the end Fraser had shown up and ruined a year of work, and surprise surprise taken all the glory while Ray lay in hospital with a bullet in his chest. That was just the way his life worked out.
In some ways, Stella was the consolation prize. Though never would he ever really mean that She was no consolation; she was everything he wanted--everything he'd ever wanted. Beautiful, hard, funny, clever, well dressed, successful. She scared him a little, but he liked that. She wasn't Fraser, but god only knew Ray didn't want her to be. He had hardly been able to stand being around Fraser as his partner, he'd be insufferable to have to take home with him as well. No. He loved Fraser, but god only knew that was where it stayed.
And if Kowalski wanted that then he was crazier than Vecchio had thought. He shook his head slowly at the lack of commitment to any kind of anti-Mountie guerrilla warfare, at Stanley's almost ridiculous grin like he thought Ray was like one of those adorable kids who came up and asked why mommy was eating daddy's face. Ask a stupid question. But then the conversation was changing, and Ray was smiling back toward Stella wistfully. He only had eyes for her. ]
She figures what's a wedding without a Mountie threatening to hunt her to the grave. Besides, she owes Fraser one for today, so he gets a pass.
[ Which was what he really wanted to talk about. He raised his hand and rubbed the knuckles of his fist into his own eyebrow. ]
You know, she's real happy you came. She thought you wouldn't want to, but... I know she still loves you, I don't think she'll ever stop. She told me so this morning.
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It had nearly driven Vecchio crazy in the end. He'd been torn with the Vegas job - on the one hand, it scared the shit out of him, but on the other it was the opportunity to finally get out from under Fraser's shadow and prove he was a good cop; that he could do the job. In the end Fraser had shown up and ruined a year of work, and surprise surprise taken all the glory while Ray lay in hospital with a bullet in his chest. That was just the way his life worked out.
In some ways, Stella was the consolation prize. Though never would he ever really mean that She was no consolation; she was everything he wanted--everything he'd ever wanted. Beautiful, hard, funny, clever, well dressed, successful. She scared him a little, but he liked that. She wasn't Fraser, but god only knew Ray didn't want her to be. He had hardly been able to stand being around Fraser as his partner, he'd be insufferable to have to take home with him as well. No. He loved Fraser, but god only knew that was where it stayed.
And if Kowalski wanted that then he was crazier than Vecchio had thought. He shook his head slowly at the lack of commitment to any kind of anti-Mountie guerrilla warfare, at Stanley's almost ridiculous grin like he thought Ray was like one of those adorable kids who came up and asked why mommy was eating daddy's face. Ask a stupid question. But then the conversation was changing, and Ray was smiling back toward Stella wistfully. He only had eyes for her. ]
She figures what's a wedding without a Mountie threatening to hunt her to the grave. Besides, she owes Fraser one for today, so he gets a pass.
[ Which was what he really wanted to talk about. He raised his hand and rubbed the knuckles of his fist into his own eyebrow. ]
You know, she's real happy you came. She thought you wouldn't want to, but... I know she still loves you, I don't think she'll ever stop. She told me so this morning.