Website/link to fic: mergatrude's fic on DSA; mergatrude's flashfics; mergatrude's other fic
Fanlore page: mergatrude's fanlore.org wiki page
First DS fic posted: 2003
Full disclosure: mergatrude and I share a
Pairings: Kowalski/Gardino, Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/Vecchio, Ray/Ray and gen.
Style and strengths: mergatrude's writing is lyrical, with a fine awareness of language. She writes poetry as well as prose, and her subject matter ranges from warm certainty to poignancy. Many of her longer works have disrupted or multiple timelines, and although some of her stories have crack premises, they are written with awareness and honesty rather than played for laughs.
Other DS/C6D activity: mergatrude co-moderates ds_ficfinders, maintains a masterlist of Due South and C6D wingfic and ran ds_northernnews in 2008 and the C6D fic exchange midsummer2009 in 2009.
Thus, every feather obeys the wind
This Fraser/Kowalski wingfic is fractured and poignant, disturbing and lovely. It shifts back and forward in time,
It's unusual for a change to come so late in life. Most changes happen before the onset of puberty, although changes initiated by physical or emotional trauma have been recorded in people as late as their sixties. In Ray's case, no obvious event appeared to trigger the potential within him, although I often speculated that perhaps contact with genetic material he might not otherwise have been exposed to may have precipitated it. Ray said that blaming the dream catcher was too freakish, even for me.
A Kowalski/Gardino PWP, this is bitter and desperate and darkly funny. Warning for infidelity.
He sat down and watched as Louis toed off the sequinned red pumps and stuck his feet up on the coffee table with a sigh. The movement caused petticoats and gingham to ride up, revealing that while the lower half of his legs had been shaved completely smooth (a fact that’d made it difficult for Ray to pay attention to anything else that evening), his upper legs were obscenely hairy beneath the pantihose he had on. Make that stockings, Ray thought, as he slid his hand up Louis' silk-clad thigh, and snagged his ring on one of those elastic strap things.
April 2nd 1998
Fraser/Kowalski, sonnet. mergatrude wrote this for the getfraserlaid challenge in 2006, and it still wows me.