The Furry Doorstop

[donutsweeper]

Title: The Furry Doorstop
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Jack/Fraser, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Ray is confused when he finds Diefenbaker acting as a doorstop at Fraser's apartment.
Author's Note:  Due South/Torchwood crossover.  Written for travels_in_time

Ray walked down the hall to Fraser’s apartment, rapping on the door before pushing it open, like always.  But this time it only opened an inch.  He peered through the crack at the furry doorstop. 

“Deif?  What’ca doing?  Hey Benny, let me in!”

Blushing, and decidedly rumpled, Fraser finally opened the door.

A stranger grabbed Ray’s hand and shook it firmly.  “You must be Ray,” the man said, smiling.  “Benton’s told me all about you.  Sorry, gotta go.  I’m running late.  We lost track of time, errr, catching up.  Later, Benton!” 

Then he left, questions and confusion swirling behind him.

Comments

[hellenebright.livejournal.com]

Frobisher? Just guessing.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

according to wikipedia you're right! Apparently the character was names after a famous Canadian explorer.

[hellenebright.livejournal.com]

I had thought he was named after *that* Frobisher.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

It hadn't occurred to me before, but you are 100% correct. Supposedly "The names 'Fraser' and 'Frobisher' are references to Canadian explorers, both connected to the search for commercial passages to the Pacific. Simon Fraser journeyed from the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific Ocean in 1808. However, the Fraser River (named after him) turned out to be unusable as a trade route. Sir Martin Frobisher was a 16th Century explorer who attempted three voyages in search of a Northwest Passage, but did not make it further than Northeastern Canada"

[hellenebright.livejournal.com]

And of course at the very end of the last series, Ray K and Fraser load up with tack and tallow, hitch up the dogs, and head out:-

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea

Through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and showed a path for me
to race the roaring Fraser to the sea

How then am I so different from the first men to this way
Like them I led a sheltered life and threw it all away
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again