[Every single thing about this sucked. Every. Single. Thing. Except maybe the shining light that is him getting to drive his Pontiac for a longer than normal distance. Even Fraser wasn't there to lighten the tone; not when that treacherous Mountie was going to be standing on the aisle helping along the whole process. The only way Benton can redeem himself now is by objecting to the entire marriage and call Vecchio out on stealing Kowalski's woman. Sure they were divorced for years, but he was working on that. Love took time.
He knew it wasn't Fraser's fault though, and would expect exactly the same were he in Vecchio's shoes. To have Fraser take sides would only be upsetting to all involved, although the idea of upsetting Vecchio and his soon to be 'wife' was exceptionally appealing at the moment. Ray's not even sure why he's going, his invitation probably only given out of politeness and likely completely disagreed upon by Stella, but then there's Fraser, all hopeful eyed and silently urging his two friends to get along whenever he gets the opportunity. Ray wants to like Vecchio for Fraser's sake, but it's really hard to like a guy who steals you wife. Ex wife. But still a childhood sweetheart!
For the entirety of the drive his eyes stay locked on the road, but barely focused, driving on instinct as he lets his annoyance seethe and simmer with thoughts of Stella, of their past and happy times, of his constant attempts to draw her back, his failures, and then Vecchio sliding in and getting her with such ease. Well good luck with her, Vecchio. Let's see how long he can make the marriage last before it falls apart, just like it did for Kowalski. They'd argued too much for it not to end, especially about kids and work. The only time they'd ever found a connection by the end of it all was through dancing, but that was okay, he could deal with dancing forever with her. Could. But not any more.
Maybe he shouldn't go. Make sure his no-show is a final 'fuck you' to them both. He could just take it as a holiday. Drive someplace nice and spend a few days. He didn't even like weddings anyway...
A voice drifts into his mind as if from a distance, consistent and building and pretty damn annoying. It's only on that last and final shout of his name that he reacts, jerking the wheel hard to right to make a sudden veer for the exit, barely making it. His Pontiac screeches it's dislike at the turn, but she remains loyal; the only woman he can ever really trust. it's not her fault either, he really shouldn't take it out on the car.]
Fraser! I swear to God I'll punch you right in the teeth. You do not tell me how to drive! I'm driving, you're shutting up.
[Did he mention how it's not Fraser's fault either? Oh well, no else except The Mountie and the wolf to take it out on.]
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for years, but he was working on that. Love took time.He knew it wasn't Fraser's fault though, and would expect exactly the same were he in Vecchio's shoes. To have Fraser take sides would only be upsetting to all involved, although the idea of upsetting Vecchio and his soon to be 'wife' was exceptionally appealing at the moment. Ray's not even sure why he's going, his invitation probably only given out of politeness and likely completely disagreed upon by Stella, but then there's Fraser, all hopeful eyed and silently urging his two friends to get along whenever he gets the opportunity. Ray wants to like Vecchio for Fraser's sake, but it's really hard to like a guy who steals you wife. Ex wife. But still a childhood sweetheart!
For the entirety of the drive his eyes stay locked on the road, but barely focused, driving on instinct as he lets his annoyance seethe and simmer with thoughts of Stella, of their past and happy times, of his constant attempts to draw her back, his failures, and then Vecchio sliding in and getting her with such ease. Well good luck with her, Vecchio. Let's see how long he can make the marriage last before it falls apart, just like it did for Kowalski. They'd argued too much for it not to end, especially about kids and work. The only time they'd ever found a connection by the end of it all was through dancing, but that was okay, he could deal with dancing forever with her. Could. But not any more.
Maybe he shouldn't go. Make sure his no-show is a final 'fuck you' to them both. He could just take it as a holiday. Drive someplace nice and spend a few days. He didn't even like weddings anyway...
A voice drifts into his mind as if from a distance, consistent and building and pretty damn annoying. It's only on that last and final shout of his name that he reacts, jerking the wheel hard to right to make a sudden veer for the exit, barely making it. His Pontiac screeches it's dislike at the turn, but she remains loyal; the only woman he can ever really trust. it's not her fault either, he really shouldn't take it out on the car.]
Fraser! I swear to God I'll punch you right in the teeth. You do not tell me how to drive! I'm driving, you're shutting up.
[Did he mention how it's not Fraser's fault either? Oh well, no else except The Mountie and the wolf to take it out on.]