New F/K Snippet: Script Edit (G)

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Title: Script Edit
Author: arrow00
Fandom: dS
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Add'l Chars: Arrow, Paul Gross
Rating: G
Category: RPF, FT
Wordcount: 416
Warning: Writerly hubris
Summary: Arrow types.
Notes: Written for the ds_flashfiction self-insertion challenge.


Script Edit

by Arrow


Arrow typed her name and started writing cautiously, a little afraid to continue. This danced on the edge of hubris, she knew. The Gods might very well strike her down. Honestly, the Greeks were terrified of such shenanigans for good reason. Usually the punishment involved lightning and/or involuntary transformation into some kind of animal.

But, jeez, it was just one little RPF, and it wasn't like it was OOC or anything. The man had been quoted. It'd be the easiest thing in the world to take it one step further and write—

Paul thought about it a little more, teetering in indecision. Callum wouldn't object, he was sure, after Wilby was such a success around the world. And maybe the stupid Americans (bless them) were finally ready.

Yes, it was time, really. Paul cracked open rev.14 of his script, due South: The Movie, and scrolled to page 212. He started typing—


FRASER: "Meat bullets? I'm afraid I've never heard of such a thing."

RAYK [STARTS TO WAVE HANDS, RECONSIDERS, KEEPS CLUTCHING THE TREE LIMB THEY ARE SUSPENDED ON]: "Meatballs, Fraser. Don't tell me you haven't heard of meatballs and, hey, think we could discuss this later when we aren't being attacked by polar bears?"

[OVERDUB OF POLAR BEARS GROWLING]

FRASER: "Yes, well, I do take your point. [LONG PAUSE] But don't meatballs require some sort of filler—?"

RAYK [CALLUM SHOULD DO THAT THING WHERE THE VEIN STICKS OUT ON HIS FOREHEAD]: "AAAARRRGGGGHHH."

FRASER: "Oh, splendid. Look, Ray: it seems as though your mighty growl has put them off. They're leaving!"

RAYK: "I hate you so much."

FRASER: "Yes, I know. But it's a good hate, isn't it?"

RAYK: "It's—"

FRASER [INTERRUPTS]: "And it's not as though I said we couldn't try to make you some meatballs tonight. We still have some of the caribou left; perhaps we could mash it between some rocks."

RAYK [SOFTLY]: "You'd do that? You'd make meatballs with me?"

FRASER [NERVOUSLY]: "Ah. You know I'd do anything for you, Ray—"

RAYK [DUCKING HIS HEAD]: "Because this maybe isn't the right time or anything, but I've sure been—"

FRASER [DETERMINED]: "I would be honored to make meatballs with you, Ray."

RAYK: "—wondering, you know? I'd really, really like to make meatballs with you."

[LONG PAUSE. SOUND OF CRICKETS CHIRPING.]

RAYK [PLAINTIVELY]: "This is the part where you kiss me, Fra—"

[FRASER SCOOTS FORWARD ON THE LIMB AND PLANTS ONE ON RAY. WITH TONGUE. HOT AND HEAVY KISSING ENSUES, REAL KISSING, NONE OF THAT WIMPY HOLLYWOOD CHEEK-MASHING. THEY BOTH REACH UP TO TOUCH EACH OTHER AND THEN PLUMMET FROM THE BRANCH TO LAND FACE-FIRST IN THE SNOW]

RAYK [VOICE OVER, MUFFLED]: "I really do hate you, you know that?"

FRASER [V.O., CONTENTED]: "Me, too, Ray. Me, too."

[FADE]



Paul saved the document and then closed his laptop with a wicked grin.

Arrow posted the story to ds_flashfiction and looked up, waiting nervously for the lightning. A cricket, maybe, or perhaps they'd turn her into a turtle. It would be worth it.

Besides, she really liked turtles.


[END]


....................
2008.03.09


Original link: Script Edit

Comments

[azamiko.livejournal.com]

*smile* So, wait...What did he quote/say?

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

You know, I can't remember now, but it was something about the love between the characters as being the most important thing.

[vickitub.livejournal.com]

loved it lol