The Quest for the Holy Grill

due South -
[PG] for barely even hinted at M/M slash between Ben and RayK.
Contains spoilers for pre-'due South.'

Disclaimer: dS characters aren't mine, so the voices tell me. But I never listen.


Sent forth by order of good Bear. . . RayK resisted the temptation of the gentle babble of Francesca. The errant knight pulled up alongside the stony fortress in his siGhtless sTeel cOnveyance. His arduous trek thru the Windy Wasteland through. He stood awhile eyeing the immobile sentry. A obvious decoy but certainly not the real deal. The glazed over eyes a dead give away. He knew the door was locked but wouldn’t be opened from within since he had eluded The Stel by suggesting a meet with Thatcher. He didn’t bother to signal his entry, and pulled out his handy plastic key instead. He was met inside instantly by Dief, who yapped and twirled . . . as he went further into the castle. At the closed door to Fraser’s room, he could hear muffled voices but when he entered he only saw Fraser. ''Thought I heard talking.'' Fraser shifted uncomfortably in his cot. ''It’s only me, Ray. Since you sent Stella here . . . to run off with Thatcher.'' Ray shifted uncomfortably on his feet. ''Well, I thought you’d like her out of your hair and The Stel's been looking for an excuse since they met.''


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