Website/link to fic: Miss Pamela's World Tour
Fanlore page: here
First DS fic posted: 2003
Full disclosure: Miss Pamela and I are on each other's friend's lists.
Style and strengths: Miss Pamela writes with humour and vibrancy. Her Kowalski voice is enjoyably wry and self-deprecating without descending into excessive insecurity; her Fraser is sensitive, yet not wimpy. She's great with Welsh and Dead!Bob. Also with the hot, hot, hot porn!
Other DS/C6D activity: Miss Pamela was a huge contributor to various shennanigans in the fandom. She has written in a number of other fandoms, none of which are Canadian (though one does have a Canadian in it).
Down East F/K, long and plotty, this story turns on the classic premise of the boys longing for each other but sure the other only wants to be friends. Pressures applied by the case, and for a change, a woman interested in Ray, gets them together in the end.
Welsh flipped through the printout. He slowly lowered it to the desk and folded his hands.
"Let me get this straight." He leaned forward. "The reason we have any evidence at all is because Fraser poisoned himself?"
Ray flashed to an image of Fraser, still and cold in a casket. He shivered. "Wouldn't be the first time, Lieu. Besides, you asked for it."
Welsh put his head in his hands. "I did, didn't I?" He sighed. "Corporal Fraser, I would like you to meet my therapist someday."
"I would be honored, sir."
"Do you know what he would say to me?"
"He would say: 'Harding, I see what you mean. This does explain everything.'"
Room Service. I needed a shower after this. I bet you will too!
Ray’s ass was stuck to the shower wall.
This was perfectly okey-dokey, because Fraser’s mouth was stuck on Ray’s dick, and his ass was perfectly willing to wait its turn. He writhed against the wall, and Fraser slipped his hands up Ray’s thighs, spreading them apart and holding them still. Ok, not that willing. He squirmed up against the tile, shivering as the water dripped off his hair and down his stomach.
Fraser leaned in and took him deeper, licking and sucking even harder. Ray was consumed with desire, all sensation leaving his limbs and pooling in his groin. His knees buckled and his head hit the wall. “Ow!”
Matrimony. Clueless Ray gets a "wedding gift" from his mum.
Ray Kowalski was no dummy. Keep him warm? Ha! Normal, old-fashioned blankets keep you warm. Socks keep you warm. Quilts were what you made for people when they got married. Ray knew this because he’d been married and what do you know? His mother had made him a goddamned quilt.
Ray sat on the couch, clutching the quilt, his mind reeling for several sickening minutes.
It’s not like he was even staying in Canada. He was going home someday. Soon. He was going home really soon. He just didn’t want to go back to the 2-7 just yet. Back to work, back to his apartment, back to his total lack of life. Yeah. Not that appealing.
He had a life here. His best friend was here. He was happy up here. That didn’t mean he was, you know, moving in forever. It sure as hell didn’t mean that he was all of a sudden married or anything…