Ray Vecchio
02 August 2014 @ 02:34 am
Ray knew he was getting older. It was a fact of life. But he had never reacted well coming face-to-face with evidence of that particular fact. Which was kind of weird considering his penchant for evidence...

It had started with his hairline, creeping back millimeter by millimeter in his late twenties. And then his face had become more defined, which had been great until he'd realised that meant it was less refined. A crease here, the beginnings of a wrinkle there. His job hadn't helped. Just as his body had collected scars, the stresses had left their marks elsewhere too.

On the island though, Ray'd had the chance to get fitter, had more time to spend on himself. He wasn't Fraser and he never would be. Muscle just didn't stick to him like it did the Mountie. But Ray had his own look, his own mojo, his special je ne sais quoi.

And now he was staring at a direct threat to it.

"My God, there's another one. Three, four, five!" He pawed at his ears, at the fine hair growing just above them. "Six, sev--I can't look anymore."

At least seven grey hairs taunting him in the mirror.

Silver fox. That was what people would call him now. No longer the Italian Stallion.

Life could be so unfair.
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Ray Vecchio
19 March 2014 @ 11:32 pm
Even if Asher didn't realise it, Ray was just trying to help. As much as he disliked him smoking, Ray hated seeing him so stressed and unsettled all the time even more. So while he couldn't in good conscience encourage Asher to puff his merry way to cancer town, he was willing to try other options.

Even if one of those options involved him getting repeatedly hit in the head.

"Rules. Number one, nothing below the belt." Ray ducked under the ropes and into the ring. "Nothing unpleasant anyway. Rule number two, I'm walkin' outta here with all of my teeth still inside my mouth, okay? And number three," he bashed his boxing gloves against his skull, "no making fun of my head guard."
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Ray Vecchio
16 November 2013 @ 01:19 am
What was that saying?

Beggars couldn't be choosers.

India had never been at the top of Ray's list of vacation hotspots but it wasn't like there was a brochure full of options for where they could go that year. He'd heard on the grapevine that it wasn't exactly a luxurious place but after bumping back down to reality after the disappearance of the mist, anywhere that was away was a step up in Ray's book.

With hindsight, maybe two giant suitcases and a bag slung across his chest wasn't the best plan. Especially not when he'd partnered himself with the least helpful or willing man on the planet. Never one to travel light though, there were very noticeable drag marks left in his wake as he ploughed ahead over the causeway and onto the second island.

"Thanks again, by the way," Ray drawled sarcastically for the third or fourth time. "For all of your help. Really."

Had Ray not spent so much time packing and repacking, maybe they would have reached their destination before nightfall.
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Ray Vecchio
04 August 2013 @ 12:23 am
The facts were these:

Fraser wasn’t currently in need of the uniform.

It was Asher’s birthday.

Ray wanted brownie points. And sex.

The solution had been simple really. Ray tried not to think of it as taking advantage of his best friend’s situation. In fact, he could even argue that it was Fraser who had suggested the idea in the first place. When Ray had come across mini-Benny, he’d never intended to steal borrow his Mountie uniform but after their encounter, Ray just couldn’t shake the memory of those immortal words:

”I look like a Mountie to you?”

Well, now it seemed like Ray did. Taking one final glance in the mirror before leaving, he adjusted the Stetson, so that it sat straight, and smoothed down the lanyard. It wasn’t the first time he’d worn the outfit but he still wasn’t exactly comfortable in it. If all went well though, he wouldn’t have to stay in it very long.

Asher was a pretty simple guy, really. Not in the slow-minded way but in the easy-to-please way. Sometimes Ray forgot that. He could definitely have been accused of trying too hard in the past. Unless he was pissed off or disappointed, Asher didn’t really show any feelings, so Ray often found himself over-compensating just to get a reaction from him. Usually, it ended up being the wrong one…

Today, though, Ray was all about simplicity and – forgive the sap – making Asher happy. If he couldn’t do it on his birthday, when could he?

So there Ray was outside, dressed head-to-toe in Canada, with a bucket of ice on the kitchen counter, drinks cooling inside it. There was a chocolate cupcake baked by his own fair hand, unlit candle sticking out the top, and a Zippo resting beside it.

No fuss. No drama. Definitely no old man jokes. What more could Asher want?
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Ray Vecchio
23 June 2013 @ 11:41 pm
No matter how much Ray wanted it to, the pillow he held over his face didn't put him out of his misery. It was still damp from his drool, a sticky reminder of the state he was in when he'd finally climbed into bed the night before. Ray wasn't a big drinker and he hadn't set out to get drunk but when he had seen Del, he'd had one, then another, to steel himself before approaching. Somewhere along the line though, two had become seven and the rest was history.

As if his pounding head wasn't bad enough, Ray had to suffer with the clearest memory of his behavior at the party. Wasn't getting drunk off his ass supposed to come with the promise of blissful ignorance the next morning?

"Kill me now," he groaned, squashing the pillow against his face one last time before chucking it out of the bed in frustration. No amount of pain relief was going to let him open his eyes without weeping in agony.
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Ray Vecchio
06 April 2013 @ 11:20 pm
When the Mountie had said he was going, Ray found it even harder to find an excuse not to, which was stupid because all he really wanted to do was go. Not for the chocolate or the Easter eggs or the promise of enough sweet food for him to eat his feelings for a month, but simply because he knew Asher would be there. They'd had arguments before that lasted an hour, a day, maybe even a couple days but none of those had involved his kids. More than a few had revolved around Danica before they'd eventually gotten together but his children were different.

It was the first time Ray was genuinely worried that he'd blown it, which was why he was so reluctant to attend. Had he indulged his selfishness and insensitivity during an argument about absolutely anything else, he didn't think he'd be skulking around the edges of a slowly scattering gathering right now. He and Asher would've hashed it out, maybe lashed out, and moved on. Together. But those kind of qualities coming through when it was never about Ray in the first place? That was so much worse. It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to realize he'd made it all about him instead of concentrating on a little boy and a concerned father who had needed his help. Asher had been - still was, for all he knew - between a rock and a hard place, between his sister and his son, and Ray had turned his back and walked away.

Which was exactly the kind of reaction he was expecting to receive when he looked over through a hooded gaze, waiting for Asher to be alone. He'd already apologised for laughing, thinking that was all he was guilty of. Nervousness, he'd said. The absurdity of the situation. But laughing had just been the tip of the iceberg and it had taken many long, lonely nights in a too-big and too-empty bed for him to see it.

Dropping the piece of straw he'd been fiddling with - Asher hated insecurity - he squared his shoulders just a little and moved over.

"D'you have a minute?"

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Ray Vecchio
08 February 2012 @ 09:47 pm
The gentle sway was almost enough to tempt Ray into a deeper sleep but the incessant sting against his face put the kibosh on that. The salty spray from the water forced him onto his side, where his cheek met with prickly fluff. It wasn't his first time experiencing such a thing, so he did what he usually did and shoved at the source of the irritation, grumbling about a stupid dog.

When no bark of retaliation was forthcoming, he creaked open an eye and wondered where they had gotten a multicolored hound from. Memory the wrong side of hazy, Ray hoisted himself up onto an elbow and shaded his eyes with a hand, cogs in his brain slow to start grinding. The sun was low in the sky, so it must have been morning. Congratulating himself on solving that puzzle, his gaze travelled the short distance to the horizon and then lower. To the ocean. And then lower. To the shawn off ends of logs. And then lower. To red knee high boots and yellow spandex currently adorning his bottom half.

Ray's reaction was so violent that it got stuck in his throat as he shot up, coming out as little more than a strangled shout. The raft rocked dangerously with such sudden movement and he clung tightly to whatever he could find.
Ray Vecchio
28 November 2011 @ 11:46 pm

The monkey was mocking him.

Ray could tell by the way its teeth chattered as if laughing. By the patronizing way it tilted its head. But the so not cute way it mimicked every one of Ray's stances.

The first rule of martial arts - he didn't actually know if it was officially the first rule but it was a rule anyway - was to stay calm and centered. The monkey, however, did nothing but annoy and fluster him, and when something did that, Ray lost all concentration and brought out his own secret weapon.

The Cop Finger.

He pointed it like he'd never pointed before.

"I will karate chop your head off if you don't get outta here," he demanded, kicking his foot sharply, despite the distance between him and the pest. His palms sliced through the air a few times and he sucked in a breath, planting his feet on the grass evenly beneath him. "Don't question Phoenix Arm!"
Current Mood: aggravated
Ray Vecchio
17 September 2011 @ 01:20 am
Sometimes, just sometimes, there were mornings when waking up to the sound of the ocean seemed almost normal. Today was one of those days and Ray found his frownline softening and his mouth curving up before he'd even opened his eyes. He knew Asher was there without needing to look and so he let himself lay quietly for a little while longer, still being lulled by the pull of sleep.

It was only natural that his mind would wonder back to the night before. He could still feel the satiation deep in his bones and it didn't exactly make him eager to get up. A mixture of charm and bribery might get Asher to agree to round two and Ray was pretty sure Fraser could handle the morning patrol on his own. Walking around in a circle for two hours was hardly demanding.

Resisting sleep seemed a bit stupid if only one of them was awake, so he rolled over and pushed himself toward Asher. If he woke up too, then the decision was made for him and Ray could start to switch on the charm. If he continued to sleep, then Ray would have no qualms about rejoining him.

Waking up next to Asher didn't quite feel normal yet, but it still managed to put a smile on his face just the same.
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Ray Vecchio
27 August 2011 @ 10:27 pm

It was a little chillier down here than Ray had thought. He glanced the length of his body, checking one last time to make sure everything looked as it should and then leaned back on his elbows, gaze travelling to the basement door and fixing there.

He tried a sultry look but as soon as he imagined Asher standing there – and laughing - he became too self-conscious and covered himself with his hands, frowning. It took him another minute or two to pluck up the courage to aim a come hither expression at the door. Maybe if he rolled half onto his side and cocked a leg just so…

Nah, that just made him look like he needed the john.

Propping his head up on his hand, he sprawled seductively on the mattress and caressed the empty space beside him.

Chirp chirp.

“Shut up.”

Even the chick was judging him.

Things were going surprisingly well with Asher, so Ray had taken it upon himself to sneak down into the basement dorm and await his return. Naked. It might have made him look easy, but there was a time and a place for playing hard to get and he wasn’t feeling it right then. The entire plan was flawless.

Asher came in.

Asher saw Ray.

Asher joined Ray.

Ray had his wicked way.

Psyched up, the thought made him smile and that was what he directed at the door. “Time to unleash the Italian Stallion.”
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Ray Vecchio
21 June 2011 @ 02:04 pm

"I came to ask for advice," Ray repeated, glaring at Danica who was currently lounging on the other side of the bed. "Not insults. And considering you were pretty much the root cause of our last argument" - sort of - "I think you owe me that much."

The laughter filtered through the cushion Danica had been trying to smother herself with just moments before.

"Can you hear yourself right now? Take the fucking hint, cop. It sounds to me like he's telling you to fuck off and you're just not getting the message." She mused for a moment. "I knew my brother had a head on him." Even if it took him a while to use it. This was exactly the reason why she thought that she was actually the brains in their family. Nobody would find her suffering such a dysfunctional relationship. She definitely didn't get enough credit for it.

Ray shook his head and scoffed almost bitterly. "I should have arrested you when I had the chance." Maybe a few weeks in the island jail would have made her a little more respectful.

"Stop, stop," Danica squealed, faking a look of shock horror. Her tone turned deadpan. "You're making my sides split. You can't touch me--"

"I can," Ray interrupted her, the rebuttal immediate and forthright.

"--and even if you could, you wouldn't. Face it. I can do anything and get away with it. And allll because you have a thing for my brother," she finished tauntingly.

Deep inside Ray was infinitely grateful that the truth curse had lifted. "Not true. I wouldn't compromise myself like that."

"You've done it once."

"There wasn't enough evidence."

"Oh, please." Danica tossed the cushion on the bed and twisted to face him. "Is it love?" She managed to make the word sound so sickening. "Is that the reason?"

Ray looked away, gaze fixed on the curtain separating them from the rest of the dorms. "That's none of your business."

The click was unmissable. Ray's ears pricked straight away, his head whipping back around to look at her.

"Is it my business now?" The barrel of the gun leveled at him.

Ray's eyes flicked back to the curtain for the briefest of seconds, mentally calculating how many people were potentially on the other side. They were back on Danica again as if they had never left her. "What are you doing?"

"Consider this a test," Danica replied calmly, nodding her head at his arm. She could see it moving already. "Get it if you want. That'll just make things more interesting."

Ray wasn't stupid enough not to take the opportunity when it came. He had his gun cocked, ready and aimed at a smile that showed maximum fang.

"What to do, what to do..." Danica moved her head as if tossing up the options. She didn't have that many in reality. She may have found where Asher had hidden a gun but the jackass had also emptied it. No bullets, no fun. So she had to find it someplace.

"Put the gun down."

"Answer the question."

Ray growled in frustration. "I'm not kidding. Put it down. Right now you're not Asher's sister, you're just some lunatic with a gun in a room full of sleeping people."

"Correction," she snapped, "I'm a lunatic with a loaded gun in a room full of fucking morons. And you're the only one that can save them. So go on, be a hero."

Ray swallowed and readjusted his grip on his weapon. "Put the gun down and I'll answer."

"Answer and I may give a fuck about the first part."

"Fine, fine." Something inside Ray snapped. "Yes, I love him, okay? " He hissed, baring his teeth. "Yes."

When Danica saw the shocked look on his face, her hum was filled with pity. It was obvious it wasn't just her hearing it for the first time.

"I should shoot you now and put you out of your misery," she told him, disappointed when his arm gradually fell to his lap, gun along with it. "Ugh." Climbing off the bed, she picked up a pair of shoes and parted the curtains before looking back. "You can consider this payback. The next time the island fucks with our ability to lie, stay the hell away from me."
Ray Vecchio
12 June 2011 @ 02:04 am

In all his time on the island, this was the first that Ray had stood within the orchard overlooking the garden. He'd needed a quiet place to think, where he wouldn't risk questions coming at him left, right and centre. After badgering Danica for twenty minutes in the morning, he'd made the nasty discovery that he too was a pawn in the island's antics today. The trees provided the kind of cover he needed.

Not that he was hiding. He wasn't the one that had been hiding anything.

Groaning when he realised he was still thinking about it, Ray tipped his head back and took a deep breath. Overhanging leaves filled his vision, all fresh and bursting with color. It was pretty depressing, considering how he was feeling inside.

Asher had bitten Stephen and he'd shot a bear. The words had come out of his own mouth. And still he'd lied about Rorshach, despite those confessions. Granted, Ray and he hadn't been on the best of terms back then, but he had had every opportunity to come clean since.

Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised. Maybe deep down he'd known all along and had decided it wasn't a big enough deal to stop him getting closer to Asher. If that was the case, then it was all on Ray.

Dropping his head, he walked aimlessly amongst the trees towards the pathway. He'd spent most of his life relying on his hunches but it had only taken one man, this man, to stop him doing what he did best. Instinct was key to avoiding mistakes but Ray had stopped listening to his. He'd thought he'd been following it when he'd brushed aside his uncertainties and let himself fall for Asher but perhaps he'd hadn't. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe.
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Ray Vecchio
02 February 2011 @ 11:31 pm
Apparently living on a tropical island with less than two hundred and fifty inhabitants in the middle of God knows where  wasn't remote enough for Fraser, which was why Ray now found himself rolling out a mat on the forest floor and staring at his bed for the night.

After all the mania that came with the sky falling down, he had been glad, and downright grateful, when Fraser had suggested they get away for a bit. Everyone was taken care of now, so they were easily spared and Ray had had blissful dreams of borrowing a boat and doing some fishing with beers, or visiting the second island just in case someone had built a five star luxury hotel since the last time he'd been there.

He should have known the Mountie would have other ideas. Diefenbaker's whining should have given it away; the darkening eyes and flattened ears that had peered up at him like Ray had just sentenced him to a night of horror too. Which he had, but the wolf didn't look particularly horrified right now, scampering beneath Ray's duvet and warming his muzzle between a couple of plumped pillows.

"Get your own," Ray griped, tugging at the end of the duvet like a parent would do to a lazy child on a school morning. Dief grumbled when he was left uncovered and growled lowly when Ray went to remove the pillows. "They're hypoallergenic for a reason!"
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Ray Vecchio
02 January 2011 @ 10:27 pm
"Well, they are my best feature," Ray replied in the slickest voice he could manage. Removing Asher's hand from his pants, he slid past him and down the rest of the stairs ahead of him, reaching the bottom as quietly as possible.

"Hello?" He called out after a beat, pricking his ears and waiting for a reply. He raised his voice. "Hello? Anybody?" Unless they were passed out in the shower or slumped against a washing machine, it looked like they were alone.

The basement dorm room was the last place to check and Ray couldn't help it when he approached like a cop, pressing his back to the wall outside before ducking inside and scanning the place.

Just as empty.

[from here]
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Ray Vecchio
19 November 2010 @ 12:30 am

Ray waved the boar meat with a bit more vigor.

"Come on," he hissed, flapping his other hand to get the dog moving. "You know you want this. Come on now."

And still the damn dog wouldn't get off the boat. It was a rottweiler for God's sake and it was nearly whimpering as it faced the leap between the boat and the dock.

"If you get off in five seconds, I'll give you twenty bucks."

Huh. It seemed dogs and children weren't all that different after all.

Chucking the meat in the opposite direction and making sure Onyx followed it, Ray brushed his hands together and turned back to the boat. He'd seen Asher board it at least half an hour before, if not more, and since then he'd watched it for signs of life. While hiding in the bushes with boar meat.

A steakout, if you will.

Ray wasn't quite sure where the line fell between shadowing in a professional capacity and stalking in a personal capacity but he was fairly sure he was walking that line right about now. Climbing onto the boat with a little more confidence than last time, he untied the ropes and cast them out to sea, quietly creeping over the deck on his toes. The natural creaking of the vessel was eerily familiar.
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Ray Vecchio
30 August 2010 @ 10:38 pm
Ray was determined to think bad of Asher. Luckily for him, things kept popping up to help him on his way.

A doctor with a wound on his neck and a sister that pointed him towards the ex-vampire was more than enough for him to go on. Inquiries, he told himself, was all he was making but he was desperate for more. A conviction. If he could prove Asher was bad to the bone, then everything would be fine and Ray could stop fixating on him.

He hadn't been able to pin the shooting on Asher, despite the hunch he still felt in his gut, the one that said Asher was guilty. So this, he wasn't going to let go so easily. Scanning each room he entered, Ray hunted for him, more aware of the cuffs on his belt than he had been since he'd arrived on the Island.
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Ray Vecchio
30 August 2010 @ 10:13 pm
“Animal attack?” Danica echoed, quirking her eyebrow with a smirk. “Is that what he’s calling it?”

“You know something different?”

She knew the cop hadn’t believed them when she and Asher had claimed animal attack back when her brother had gotten trigger happy, and it was clear he wasn’t fooled this time either.

“Me?” Innocence never washed well with Danica but it was fun pretending. “Why would I know anything?”

“You haven’t had those long, have you.” Ray nodded at her, eyes on her fangs.

Her gaze darkened and she cocked an impatient hip. “Far longer than you can imagine.”

“The new set,” he corrected, lifting his hands to his waist. “How long have you had those?”

As amusing as this was for the first few minutes, Danica was quickly becoming bored. “Not long enough.”

“Y’know, it would really work in your favor if you co-operated,” Ray stressed, emphasising his no-nonsense tone when he saw Danica roll her eyes, “and answered my questions.”

“I didn’t bite him,” she replied on a sigh, wanting to cut to the chase. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m human. Blood doesn’t interest me anymore.”

“Same go for your brother?”

That brought the smirk back to Danica’s face. “Same goes for him.”

“Huh.” Ray folded his arms across his chest. “Has he bitten anyone on the island?”

“Oh, detective.” The word dripped with sarcasm. “You already know the answer to that.” Danica held Ray’s gaze for longer than was strictly necessary before mimicking his stance. “You’re talking to the wrong Talos. I’m busy. Go bug Asher.” He'd been born to clean up her messes. She turned to make her exit, having already decided to pay Fitch a visit to congratulate him on his lame cover-up.

“Why would he bite Cooper?!” Ray called out at her retreating figure, all his jigsaw pieces hanging in the air.

“I spent the night with the doctor,” Danica called back, a laugh caught in amongst her words. “He gets awfully jealous.”

And the pieces dropped to the ground, complete in front of Vecchio’s eyes.
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Ray Vecchio
15 February 2010 @ 03:20 am

Ray had always been a fan of Valentine's Day - it was the best excuse to try and schmooze a woman without losing too much face. This year though, he hadn't really found himself in the schmoozing mood, so he'd just eaten candy hearts and slurped down coffee all day, pouring over the remaining reports he still had to catch up on and avoiding the scary little cherubs embarrassing people left, right and centre. Luckily, when he'd gotten his message, it had been received in the relative privacy if the IPD office. He had a fair idea who mighta sent it, even glanced around to see if he was right. No luck.

The next day didn't start much different, unless you counted the fact it began two hours earlier than normal due to a not-so-peaceful night's sleep. Ray had two things on his mind as he left his hut: coffee and doctors. Cooper wasn't expecting a visit but that was what made Ray hopeful - catch him off-guard and maybe there'd be something to spill. His hunch was still firmly hunched but he was no further forward in knowing what it was he was looking for. There was just something about the Talos siblings that simultaneously fascinated him and made him suspicious as all hell.

Slipping on sunglasses to shield his tired eyes from the bright light, he made his way to the Compound, caffeine-anticipation spurring him on. With one holiday out of the way and the winged Cupid guy having not caused too much trouble on the island, there was at least one thing for Ray to be thankful for today.