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      	  After Baseball, After Music, After Everything That I Can
Understand 
 by spuffyduds	

 Disclaimer: They are not mine, I owns them not.

 Author's Notes: Written for the ds_snippets lj community, for the prompt
"spare." 

 Story Notes: Pretty freakin' grim.

 

 Ray doesn't know if it's a plague or a mutation or the fucking wrath of
God and he doesn't much care, doesn't care about anything except Fraser
getting the hell back, unbitten. The television went snowy a while ago,
radio's nothing but static, he wonders how long the electricity's gonna
stay on--and he's pretty sure the rest of the refugees in the consulate
will lose their collective shit when that goes. But he doesn't care, he
can spare Cubs games and music and lights but he can't spare Fraser, fuck
splitting up, fuck "someone's got to protect these people while I make a
supply run, Ray," he is never letting Fraser out of his sight again.

 And he can hear Fraser coming up the steps, hallelujah, but-- Not quite
Fraser. Not quite right, a little... Shuffly.

 He opens the door and looks. Says, "Fraser," just that one word, worst
thing he's ever had to say, and raises the shotgun.  
  

End After Baseball, After Music, After Everything That I Can Understand by
spuffyduds 

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