Magic Toes Magic Toes by Sharon Jacobs Sharonruth@webtv.net Rating: R m/f mostly just lustful thoughts Unfortunately, Fraser, Ray and Francesca don't belong to me. They belong to Alliance. Minor spoilers for "Odds" ******* "Ow" "Ohhh." "Umm.." Stanley Raymond Kowalski threw his pencil down in disgust and glared at the mountie who had, over the course of the last few months become the bane of his existance, and his very best friend. Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP was shifting in the chair that he he had pulled up alongside Ray's desk, his face screwed up with pain. "Okay, that's it. You sound like a moose in heat. You're back's still bothering you, isn't it?" "I'm fine Ray. Don't concern yourself about me." Fraser assured him. "You know, if you had ever heard a moose in heat, i'm sure that you would find it a very interesting experience.." "Stop! I'm not in the mood for the canadian discover channel. The point is , you jumped out of a second story window. Of course, any normal person would have used the stairs, but hey, where's the fun in that. You fell on your back and made a big mountie-shaped splat on the ground. Look, I know a chiropractor, I'll give him a call, " Ray reached for the phone.  "I said that would be uneccessary Ray. I'll see you tomorrow." He stood up stiffly, clenching his teeth. As he walked away, Ray called after him, "If you're fine, how come you're walking like my old man on a cold day?" The mountie ignored him and left the squadroom.  Torn between irritation and worry for his friend, Ray didn't hear Francesca come up behind him. He leaned back in his chair and his head made contact with her bare midriff. The scent of her Channel #5 knockoff filled his sense and all thoughts of Fraser's back and his own name were momentarily forgotten. "Fraser doesn't look good, which for him , is quie an accomplishment," Francesca said worriedly. "It's his back, right? It's all that bimbo, Lady Feet's fault." "Shoes. Lady Shoes," Ray corrected. "Feet, shoes, who cares?" she gestured impatiently, and plopped down on the edge of Ray's desk. "What is it about Fraser? He seems to be drawn to the worst kind of women." Ray's eyes, and in fact, his whole being were focused on Francesca's shapely legs dangling in front of him. "What are you talking about?" "Don't tell me that no one has filled you in about Fraser and Vile Vicky." "Vile Vicky?" Ray perked up. "I want details and videotape if available." "Later, perv. Right now, it's our responsiblity as Fraser's friends to find a way to help him. Too ease his pain. Got any ideas?" She jumped off his desk. Disappointed that the show was over, Ray answered, "No. Nothing that I can think of." Francesca's ponderings were interrupted by a mop bucket slamming into her legs. Caught off balance she fell into the arms of a very pleasantly surprised Ray. "Sorry, ma'am," the janitor said, and moved his bucket away. Setting her on her feet, Ray said," I don't know what that guy's problem is, but he's nearly killed me twice this week." Francesca took a step and stumbled back into Ray's arms. She reached down and removed her shoe. "Damn," she said. "The heel's broken and I just paid 60 bucks for them." Gazing at her naked foot, an idea popped into Ray's mind. "Hey Frannie, I think I know what we can do for Fraser." "Oh?," she said suspiciously. "Don't worry, you're gonna like this." Several hours later, Fraser sat alone at his desk in the consulate. Not even his father had shown up to keep him company. He winced as another spasm of pain went through him.  Perhaps he should take an, and he grimaced at this, aspirin. What would dad think of this weakness, he thought as he slowly got up and made his way to Inspecter Thatcher's office. He knew he would find a bottle there. It seemed she was always taking them , particularly when one of Ray and his adventures took an unexpected turn. He was interrupted by a loud pounding on the front door. "Open up, Fraser. It's me." Ray's voice called. Having no desire to deal with Ray's seemingly endless supply of kinetic energy, Fraser briefly considered pretending that no one was home. His concience got the better of him, though, and he opened the door. The smiling faces of Ray and Francesca greeted him. "We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop by, " Ray smirked. "Aren't you going to invite us in?" Francesca batted her eyelashes at Fraser in a way that he found quite frightening. "It's late and I was preparing for bed, Perhaps tomorrow. ." Fraser began. Ray cut him off. "You're being rude, and that's a capital offiense in Canada. Let us in and we won't report you." With a sigh, Fraser excepted the inevitable and stood aside to allow them in. After shutting the door, he turned to face them. The expressions on their faces made him wary. They were up to something. The two exchanged glances and Ray said, "Look Fraser, we're worried about you." "I'm fine," "No you're not. You're hurt and we want to help you." "Particularly me," Francesca put in. "So  I was thinking. I have this cousin, Al. He's got a bad back and he goes to this japanese place whee they have these women who walk on his back. He swears it works wonders. Anyway, since Frannie here only weighs about 30 pounds soaking wet, I figured, what the hell, let's give it a try." Francesca nodded her head vigorously in agreement. "Do I understand you correctly, You want Francesca to walk on my back?" Fraser asked flabergasted. "That's it in a nutshell, " Francesca said quickly. 'Certainly not. It wouldn't be proper. What would you're brother say." "Who cares?" she answered. "I'm only going to walk on your back, not knock you down and have my way with you, unless you think that would help." Ray cleared his throat, "Since I'm, for all intents and purposes, her brother , till he gets back. I officially give my permission." "Thank you," she smiled sweetly. "Any time. Now Fraser, we're not leaving until we do this, and if you don't say yes right now we're going to start singing." "Donny and Marie songs," Francesca added. "Oh dear." Francesca took a deep breath, "Oh I'm a little bit country," Fraser winced at her cracking voice. "And I'm a little bit rock and roll," Ray tuned in, if that word could be used to describe his singing. Fraser held up his hand in surrender. "Enough! Do with me what you will. Just stop the wailing." Ray rubbed his hands together excitedly, " Okay, let's do this thing in the Ice Queen's office, because it's nice and roomy and because she would explode if she knew about it." The three entered Thatcher's office. Francesca kicked off her shoes and said, "Okay big boy. Lay down on the floor and prepare yourself." Fraser looked at Ray for sympathy, but found no help there. "Better do what she say. You don't want to make her angry." With trepidation, Fraser lowered himself to the floor. "Ready?" Francesca asked. "Well, um. ." Frannie placed a foot on his shoulder blade. The heat of his body warmed her toes. She smiled; she would have to think of a way to thank Ray for this. Closing her eyes, she placed the other foot on his back. This is almost better than sex. Almost, she thought. "Are you okay?" Ray asked. "Yes. This is suprisingly not bad." Fraser answered. She began to knead the tense muscles with her toes. Fraser grunted in what didn't sound like pain, so she moved one foot lower. "Yes! That's the spot, Francesca," Fraser exclaimed. Tenderly, she massaged the sore spot. Fraser sighed in contentment. Watching Frannie's feet work their magic, Ray noticed that the tempterature in the room had risen by several degrees. Or maybe it was just him. "Uh, Frannie, when you're done with Fraser, I've been a little stiff lately, maybe you could. ." "Not a chance, Ray. I wouldn't want to risk breaking one of the petite bones in you skinny little body," "I'm sturdier than I look," Ray said, a bit desperately. "Pardon me," Fraser said, " But if you wouldn't mind going back to my shoulder blades. That felt. . nice." "Of course, Fraser," she purred. For the next ten minutes, Fraser got the backrub to end all backrubs. At last, he said, "Thank you Francesca. I feel so much better now." Reluctantly, she stepped off  him, and he got to his feet. "Are you sure? I could do that for hours," she offered. "Thank you Francesca, but I feel fine now," he paused to collect his thoughts. "I don't know how to say. . it's just that, well, I was raised not to show pain, or to burden other people with my problems. . I don't know what to say to you two, Francesca, Ray. Thank you for being so concerned about me. It's gratifying to know that I have friends who care about me. . '" he trailed off. "Easy Fraser, don't blow a fuse," Ray said embarrased. "Shut up, Ray." Frannie said and squeezed Fraser's hand. "You don't have to say anything . That's what friends are for. Come on Ray, Fraser needs some sleep." As Fraser walked them to the door, Ray said," Don't sleep on the floor tonight. Use the royal bed. I don't think Queen Elizabeth will mind."   "Goodnight Ray, Francesca, " Fraser said smiling. Standing outside in the cool night air, Francesca turned to look at Ray, standing beside her with his hands in his pockets, fidgeting. Impulsively, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks Ray. You're a good friend to me too." They walked to the car in silence, until the stunned Ray recovered his power of speech. "That's all I get? Fraser gets the ultimate footsie and all I get is a kiss on the cheek? This sucks!" "You're my brother, remember?" "I am not your brother." "Yes, you are." "No, I'm not. "Yes, you are." "I don't even look like you're brother." "Proves nothing. You're my brother and I love you." "I hate you." finis sharonruth@webtv.net Fight Spam! 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