Train Job

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Fraser/Kowalski Fanfiction
Title: "Train Job" or "The Train Job"
Author(s): brooklinegirl
Date(s): 31 August 2004
Length: 24K, 4203 words
Genre: slash
Fandom: due South
External Links: Train Job at the author's website
The Train Job at AO3

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Train Job is a Fraser/Kowalski story by brooklinegirl.

Artist's summary: "I ever tell you about the last time I was on a train?"

Reactions and Reviews

Best FF That Reminds Us of All Trains Have to Offer, and I Am Most Definitely Thinking of That Jolting Rhythm, Here. The Train Job, by brooklinegirl. Due South, Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser.

I recently had an unpleasant experience on a train, and let me tell you, there was no gay sex at all on that thing. So I had to turn to this story to remind me that, hey, trains aren't all bad - they're the only form of transportation that sometimes comes with a built-in bed. (Well, I mean, OK, RVs and some semis, but I can't think of any RV or semi-based sex in FF. Which is a massive, tragic oversight, people. Fix that, please, and I mean soon.) Trust Fraser to get Ray, the original "Why can't we just drive there?" guy, on a train, and trust Ray to make good use of all the amenities of said transportation. Given the massive amounts of trust we can have for these two, is it any wonder we all love due South? (No, really, we do. If you aren't an active dS fan, you're a latent dS fan; there's no such thing as someone who hates dS, or if there is, please don't tell me, because I'll lose all faith in humanity.) And if train sex isn't enough for you, can I draw your attention to the conversation that precedes the sex? Because it is golden. I love Ray's train memories. And I also love that he talks to Fraser to keep him awake, because - talk is Fraser's weapon, and here it is, turned against him! How could you not love this story? [1]

References

  1. ^ rec by thefourthvine at Slashy Nominations 124: After a Voyage, He Hath Strange Places Cramm'd with . . . Something, July 6, 2005