A Perfect Something by Aristide
Fraser’s eyes were right at him, directly levelled at him, and
for one helpless moment Ray found himself wondering how it would be
different, kissing someone his own height—to have all the important parts
just naturally lined up, all right there if Ray were to hold his head up and
step towards Fraser and go for it.
Understood by ren
Dreamed the same dream, and woken up in as close to tears as
made no difference, still feeling
the cold clutch of fingers against his skin. Ray had held him, wordless, the
warmth of him easing the tremors and sending him into sleep.
The Bodyguard by Speranza
Won 2003
Huggy Award for best
zine story and best zine writer in Other Cop/Spy/Detective Category,
ZebraCon 2003
Which was a totally different thing from this armful of warm,
nice-smelling Mountie. A totally different thing than being with Fraser,
who’d needed two years of friendship, a near-rape by a demented ballerina,
and some serious arm twisting before he’d even given Ray the time of day.
Bookends by Destina Fortunato
After all, that picture had been left behind. And things that
are abandoned have to be cared for—finders keepers. He would keep care of
it, and after a time, maybe, it would be his. |
Bedlam by M. Fae Glasgow
Nominated for 2003 Huggy Award
for Best Zine Story in Other
Cop/Spy/Detective Category, ZebraCon 2003
“I want to. I’ve wanted to for weeks.” Ray arched his back a
little, pushing into Fraser’s touch. “I just don’t know who I’ll be after I
do it.”
Not A Brother by Debra
Fran Baker
The bruises on
Kowalski’s face were almost faded, and he was getting more and more use out
of his left arm, and Fraser, who was barely scratched, wasn’t saying a word.
Head Case by Pares
“I’m sure a model of your skull would be a phrenologist’s
dream.”
Unrestrained by Kit Mason
“Oh, very well, then. Two men, one deserted cabin during the
autumn rains, and a pair of handcuffs exactly like those. Oh, and might I
mention that there was no indoor plumbing?”
Ghosti by Hth
Missing Fraser. Which Ray didn’t know a damn
thing about, because he had never missed Fraser, not for a second, not for
the blink of an eye, not for any reason at all, not Fraser or his wolf or
his five-dollar vocabulary words or his circus outfit or his anecdotes or
his bullshit, I’m-too-important-to-bother-with-you uncommunicative bullshit
attitude. |
