Midnight Fantasies: 4 - Frankie Zuko
Fandom: Due South
Rating: PG
Warnings/Categories: Slash M/M (no sex)
Main characters: Frankie Zuko and
Ray Vecchio
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me and I don't
intend to
make any money with them. There are no intentions to infringe
the rights
of the legal owners. E-mail: kanetsidohi@hotmail.com

As
always, this story hadn't been possible without Birgitt and Connie.
Gracias Ladies of The Sith. 

Midnight Fantasies: 4 - Frankie Zuko
By
Claudia Aranda

Note: Frankie is one of my favorite characters. The "We
have history"
statement, made me wonder about what was he talking about. 

Frankie Zuko was a bastard and everyone hated him. To Frankie that was
almost flatering, almost... because the only one person for whom Frankie
cared about, aside his daughter, hated him too. 

If this one person could
love him, Frankie would be a happy mob guy.

Frankie ignored his wife for
a moment, she was the most beautiful girl
of the vicinity, that's why he
married her. If he had to be married with
someone he didn't love, at least
she had to be pretty. 

Pretty. That word brought a smile to his lips. A
lot of people, men and
women, thought that people like Fraser with his
fair skin and cold blue
eyes, were beautiful. But to him, the full lips,
the aquiline features,
the noble nose, the well shaped skull of a balding
Italian cop, were
beautiful. And Ray's eyes... those green pools of light.
Frankie sighed
to himself. 

He had never allowed anybody to know about
his secret love, not even
the featuring star of his fantasies (when he was
with his wife) knew
anything. 

Frankie never told him about his feelings
because Ray Vecchio was straight
and more important, he wasn't of his
league. Frankie knew too well that
if Ray had been one of his men, he
hadn't have the will enough to not
jump over him, to do what he had
dreamed since his teenagers years. 

Frankie shook his head, he had begun
to feel warm all over his body but
even more in his groin. He had to do
something. He tought about Fraser.
Yeah, that was the right choice!
Frankie hated Fraser with all his heart.
He didn't know if there was
something between Fraser and Ray aside friendship,
but he hated him the
same. 

Again Frankie was celebrating his birthday with a great party in
the
most expensive Italian restaurant of the city, and was pretending that
he really believed on the fake good wishes he received, when he had seen
Fraser and Ray entering the restaurant. 

Ray Vecchio had entered the
place with his usual confidence, walking
slowly while his eyes scaned the
room, his coat floating around him,
like if he was dancing, his face
emotionless... until Ray had seen Frankie.

Frankie had seen him before,
and had hoped, against all the logic, that
Ray would smile to him and will
come to congratulate him. 

But when Ray fixed his stare on Frankie his
eyes were hard and angry.
Frankie's heart ached for another chance lost.
Ray hadn't understood
what Frankie had tried to do. OK, Frankie had tried
to kill Fraser but
it had been for Ray's sake. This crazy red jacket would
make Ray end
up dead. Frankie's hands turned on fist under the table, If
something
like that happen, Frankie will make that damn mountie sorry for
it, very,
very sorry. 

Had been passed two years since Irene's death
before to do a party like
this, again. Ray was thinking on made a nasty
remark to Frankie when
his eyes torn sad for a moment, remembering Gardino
and Irene. Fraser
was standing next to him. Fraser was his best friend.
The best friend
you would have. Ray would be so selfish to risk his life? 

No, he couldn't.

He turned to Fraser, "Benny, I think this place is too
much crowded.
Maybe we would go to Mr. Lee restaurant? Dief is welcome
there." 

Fraser understood immediately, "Of course, Ray."

They left
without noticing the pain in Frankie's eyes. Frankie took a
sip of his
coffee, he knew what Ray had done. He was protecting Fraser
as always. 

Ray was generous and loyal and as always so strong and proud, that Frankie
would love forcing Ray to accept him in his life. 

Frankie watched the
two cops left. If someday Ray could love him, Frankie
would be happy.
Until then, he would continue protecting him like he
had promised to
himself so many years ago. In that right moment, mentally,
Frankie made
another promise, to Fraser this time, 'Damn Canadian, if
you hurt him, I
kill you.' 

End