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Geoffrey Tennant

GEOFFREY TENNANT。
"A theatre is an empty space and as per the four-hundred-year-old stage direction, we begin with a "tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning". It is a storm of color and sound-- A dense, unnatural storm. And we see it in glimpses, and flashes, as Miranda would have seen it. We see fragments of the horror, and our minds provide the details. The lights churn and swell like the sea--Ah nuts."	NEW READ JOURNAL CREDIT

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[If there was too much closeness or intimacy, Ray wasn't seeing it. But then again he seemed perfectly comfortable with personal space invasion when it came to his best buddy. Hugging, sharing a bed, arms around one another? All perfectly acceptable, so long as they avoid kissing on the lips again because that's maybe just a little too gay.

He huffed thoughtfully at the request, staring right back at Fraser throughout it all, while dropping a hand just enough to scratch through the stubble at the underside of his jaw.]

Wow, Fraser. I dunno. There's a lot to tell. Uh, like when we met? Heh. You were more confused than a cat with a box on it's head. I was standin' in for your old partner, so I gotta act like I know you, right? I guess I did know you enough from what I read and got told, so I had this idea of what to expect. So I gotta act like we're best buddies, and you got no clue what's goin' on, heh. Kinda like now, I guess. But we soon get over that. Like we get our own thing goin' on. You and me, proper partners, not just pretendin' to be. So we do a whole buncha stuff together, solve a whole buncha mysteries like we got the Mystery Machine van, 'cept we're lacking a Velma and Daphne, but who needs them, huh?

[Vague or not, Ray seems to enjoy the memories of it all, like it's not the first time he's thought about their first meet and time together. In fact, Fraser's pretty much all he thinks about, but that's not something he'll say out loud because it just sounds kind of creepy when he thinks it.]

We've had some fun, you and I. We done a lotta stuff, and I guess before I met you I never knew what it was like to have a proper partner. Like one you can really trust your life with. You're a freak, Fraser, but you're still my freak.

[ It's all very confusing. Standing in for his old partner? Acting like he knew him? It all sounded very strange, maybe a little ludicrous, but this from the man who couldn't remember a moment of his life, who'd put together an imaginary existence because he'd accidentally fallen in love with his partner: who needs Velma and Daphne indeed.

There's something odd about Ray, he thinks. Something bashful, something reserved. It's like he's maybe afraid of getting hurt, and Geoffrey can understand that. Maybe some part of Ray would find it acceptable to embrace that physicality, but he's very caught up in how he sees himself, and how other people see him. He's defined by those things and nothing else.

He's not the kind of man who could ever change. Learn - yes. Adapt - sure. But genuinely change who and what he thinks he is? Geoffrey wasn't so sure about that.

The sentimentality was definitely there, though; the love. it wasn't an illusion of something he'd made up, he felt it undeniably, like a pressure on his chest. This man cared immensely for him and he was a little bit afraid, frightened that he might lose the one man who was clearly his best fried in the world. Hell, maybe his only friend.

He stared at him in silence for a few moments longer, then rolled over onto his back, taking the pillow with him and hugging it against his chest. ]

I wish I could remember, Ray. For me, maybe, but mostly for you. I may not remember who I am, or who you are, but I know I don't want to be putting you through this.

Eh, forget about it. You'll remember soon enough. Just need some rest. Or maybe a knock on the head. Fall off a movin' vehicle or somethin'.

[He dismisses with an idle wave of his hand, keeping an eye on Fraser as though half expecting something odd to happen if he looks away. Either that or looking away might result in Fraser booking it out the nearest door or window to start this whole drunk tank scenario over again, which Ray could really do without right now. He's exhausted and yet wide awake, unable to gather the energy to move much further from the bed but with mind racing with a million thoughts a second.

This whole scenario was an odd one, one that Ray figures might have to result in him driving Fraser off to hospital tomorrow to at least check for any serious head injuries. He wouldn't book his friend into the crazy house, not ever, but he still had to make sure he wasn't going to drop down dead in the next few days. That would be unfortunate. Not to mention he'd probably get blamed for it. Bummer.]

Hey, I might as well call in for you now. I bet Turnbull will be awake, freak that he is. I bet he only sleeps like two hours a night or something, right?-- Not... that you'd remember who he is, I'm guessin'?

[But Turnbull would know who Fraser was and that's all that mattered.

It'd be a quick phone call, just to check Fraser out of duties and let those crazy Canadians know what was up. Better to get it over with now than end up too tired to move off the bed.

With a huff of effort Ray pushes himself upright once again, lazily reaching out for the bedside phone and grappling for a hold like he's lost control of his limbs. Maybe he did need sleep, but not now. Not until Fraser's sorted and not at risk of running off again. Not until he's phoned in and made sure the Ice Queen won't be screaming after Benton in the morning...]

[ Geoffrey shook his head, rolling over so that he was facing Ray. Turnbull? That was a ridiculous name. And what was he? A secretary or something? What was he doing up in the middle of the night? Okay freak, got it. It probably didn't matter though, did it? Maybe he'd remember with time. Maybe it could be okay.

He pulled a little closer, watching as Ray reached out for the phone and musing over his own position. Ray looked like he was buzzing, honestly. If not for how he'd been rebuffed, he might offer to cool him off, burn up some of that energy, but they'd already crossed that bridge. Maybe they could do play charades or something. Horizontal charades.

Something to take both their minds off their aborted mess of a night.

He licked his lips, wriggling up onto Ray's side of the bed and propping his elbow on Ray's pillow as he sat up, instead reclining where he could look the other man in the face as he called the Consulate. Weird. He seriously worked there? Did he live there too? Why didn't they cohabitate or something?

He could just about hear the phone ringing. And then what he thought might be a man's voice was answering. It was hard to hear.

Benton Fraser said: ]

You've reached the Canadian Consulate. You are speaking to Constable Benton Fraser. How can I help you this morning?

[ Because it was going to happen sooner or later, right?

Geoffrey was still blinking curiously up at Ray, trying to get a read on the other man's face. Partner--they were partners. He thought he probably liked that. It'd just take a little getting used to, that was all. ]

[Ringing was a great idea. He was a genius. It meant he could free them both up for the day and he didn't have to worry about setting an alarm to phone in, just in case they do eventually manage some sleep.

It also meant not having to speak to the Ice Queen in the morning on the off chance she was the one to answer, because as much as Ray was okay with that chick, he really didn't want to try explaining away why Fraser wasn't at the consulate and why he couldn't come in. His lying wasn't always great, he'll admit that, and with a discussion like that there's a chance they'll be found out and Fraser's career be in risk. After all, the Consulate can't have their Mounties losing it and running around naked attacking swans.

Ray keeps his eyes on Fraser while the phone rang, watching as his buddy squirms in closer but making no comment. It's only when he hears the the line clip in on the other end that he looks away, eyes lifting towards the ceiling as he braces himself for a ridiculous conversation with Turnbull.]

Yo, it's-- [A beat.] ... Fraser?

[His gaze immediately snaps back to the body beside him, half expecting to catch his lips moving or see him grinning in jest. That must have been him pretending to answer, right? Or... maybe it was Turnbull after all...]

Turnbull, quit screwin' around! I got a message to pass on to the Ice Queen.

[ Geoffrey tilted his head curiously. That was a weird look, what was that about? This Turnbull guy was supposed to be a total cray cray right? He got that. Secretaries had a weirdness to them, that was for sure. So maybe that's all it was. A weird guy made for a weird phone call.

He rolled slightly over, tilting his head a little more, squinting up at Ray. ]

Ray? It's past four in the morning. If you have a message to pass on to Inspector Thatcher, I can certainly take it, but...this is rather out of the ordinary. What could possibly require such expedience?

[ Fraser was confused. Well. That was one word for it. Ray calling up out of nowhere in the middle of the night? It didn't happen unless they had some kind of case, and even then it could usually wait till morning. Ray wasn't a 4am sort of person.

So this phonecall was already strange without Ray thinking he was Turnball. That was even stranger. Maybe he was drunk?

Have you been drinking? Or ah--partaking of other intoxicants?

[That... that sounded like Fraser. Identical to, in fact, even with the slight masking that a phone provides. Ray had spoken to Fraser over the phone enough times by now to know what he sounded like, and this didn't sound like just some poor impression of Turnbull's.

The Fraser laying next to him isn't even moving his lips, so it's not him. And it's probably not some weird ventriloquist act either. Maybe. Probably not.

But if it's not the Fraser beside him and not Turnbull then...]

Nah. I mean, like a beer or two... unless uh...

[Was he high? Did this happen when you got high? How the hell did he get high?

Or maybe one of these Fraser's wasn't actually Fraser, which sounded ridiculous but maybe a simple question would solve that theory.]

Hey, uh, you remember the uh, ship. With the uh sinkin' and the drownin'. What was that breathin' thing you did again?

[ This was all getting very out of hand, Geoffrey thought. Maybe he was just being really oversensitive, but it seemed to him that Ray was being super emotional about something, and it probably had to do with what the other person on the phone was saying. Turnbull, he'd said.

He pulled himself up to sit crossways with Ray, if only because this way he could better study the other man's face. ]

What is it? [ He asked, softly.

But quietly, hushed, in order not to disturb Ray's conversation.

Fraser was saying: ] Well that's easy, Ray, buddy breathing, but I don't see why you feel the need to share it with Inspector Thatcher--and certainly not at such an hour as this. Is that all you wanted?

[ Geoffrey wasn't sure, but he felt like maybe - just maybe - he ought to reach out and take the phone himself, explain it to Turnbull himself. He reached up to place his hand on the back of the phone, as though to ask for it--even if he wasn't sure he actually wanted it. ]

Yeah.

Uh, no. Wait. What? [Somewhere between the lack of sleep, conversing with this crazy Fraser on his bed for a few hours and now speaking to someone who's also apparently Fraser over the phone, Ray's really fucking confused. Exceptionally confused. If he had much of a mind it'd be blown by now.]

Fraser, somethin' funky is goin' on.

[Said to the Fraser on the phone, and yet just as likely directed to the one sitting in his eye line as he directs his attention on him.]

Look, I uh. I'm gonna go get my car keys. Maybe go drive off the docks or somethin'. Could you uh, talk it out for a sec, yeah?

[Still spoken to the both and Ray wordlessly thrusts the phone towards the Fraser in front of him and tries to slip free to find where ever he last left his keys.]

[ Hopefully Ray misplaced his keys since coming in, because Geoffrey accepts the phone, squinting up at Ray and brings it carefully to his ear.

"Ray?" says the stranger on the other end. "Ray? Ray." There's something familiar about the voice, but...he can't place it. So he says: ]

Hello?

[ And there's a pause on the other end, and Benton Fraser says "Good morning. Is Detective Vecchio still there?" ]

He's looking for his keys.

[ Another pause, and Benton say: "I really don't know what this is all about, but if you could perhaps prevent him from causing harm to himself, I would be most appreciative." ]

I think I can do that. Uh--but you know, I think he's losing it, between you and me. Stresses of the job.

[ "It's always been a possibility. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" ]

It's Fraser [ Geoffrey replied. ] Apparently. Listen, I've got to go, I'm pretty sure he just found them.

[ He put down the phone, and then rose to his feet and head out to find Ray, frowning at him with concern as he entered the other room. ]

Going somewhere? [ The phone started ringing. He ignored it. ] You're planning to leave me here, with no idea who I am, or where?

[Ray's only half listening to the one sided conversation as he shuffles out of the room and into the open plan of the apartment. There's only a few places his keys could be- who was he kidding? They could be anywhere- but he's got a general idea and starts the search.

Kitchen, lounge, coat pockets, they're all valid places to check, but he's barely even paying attention to the search as his mind drifts to other things.

Other things like the fact he's got a amnesiac guy in his apartment who looks just like Fraser but can't remember if he's even called that. And then there's the guy on the phone that he just spoke to who sounded exactly like Fraser, was at the consulate where he should be, and could easily answer Fraser-only questions without hesitation. It made little sense, and Ray's not sure he can wrap his head around it, but he needs to see for himself if this phone Fraser is some sort of imposter or...]

Uh. Not leave you, nah. I was uh. We need to go out. I know you dun wanna go out but we need to. I gotta go to the Canadian place and you should probably come with.

[He doesn't turn around at first, still fumbling through the papers and old take-out boxes on his coffee table until he locates his car keys sat under a week old newspaper. The phone is ignored, because it really can't be that important, not at this hour of the morning.]

It's uh. It'll be revealin', I swear.

[ Geoffrey doesn't know where Ray left his keys, despite being right there when he did it, but that's alright, his mind is elsewhere, thinking about the familiar voice on the phone as he heads into the other room to join him.

Ray isn't looking at him. Like. Determinedly not looking at him. It's weird, so Geoffrey fumbles up close behind him, looking over his shoulder as the phone keeps ringing. It's probably the guy on the phone ringing back. Not that him ringing back makes any sense if they're 'going to the Canadian place', right? Not much of this makes a lot of sense though, so it's probably best just to ride it out. Like a bad production. ]

I'm not sure I can handle revealing more than I already have--unless you'd like to take something off, in which case I can get behind that.

[ Stripping in the park, after all. They could go streaking again. There's still some moonlight left before the sun rises. ]

Or in front of it, actually. Whatever you like best.

[ He touches Ray's elbow. ]

Hey. Do I get to know what has you so shaken up? I think I have a right to know, don't you?

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