I'm looking for some Due South stories featuring Victoria. Kat Allison had a very good one with (the real) Ray Vecchio in Vegas, and Speranza's "Some Strange Prophecy" had a very notable Victoria section. Does anything else spring to mind?

**delurking**

"Redux" by Ruth Devero is rather good. It's Fraser/Vecchio, and I don't usually read F/V, but the plot of this one sucked me in.

You can find it here. It's part of a larger series, but you don't have to read the other ones to enjoy it.

Thanks, Lady!

I have Men With Brooms, for good or ill.

...I'm assuming there's fic out there, yeah? Somewhere?

Oh yes, I've seen people posting stuff. I think there's been a few challenges and all that. Having only seen the movie like once, I've not particularly tried to pursue those fics, but there's a lot of good DS-level writers who have had at least a story or two.

Just watched the movie.

I'm not sure whether I have more of a crush on Canada, or on Paul Gross. Think it's about even. Mind you, he must be an arsehole in real life - cute Canadian Renaissance blokes don't get to be nice people on top of all the cuteness and talent and stuff, do they?

(...if he's actually a lovely man who's good to his old mother and rescues puppies...look, just lie to me, okay?)

Did I mention the part where I love Canada? And Canadianness? And this movie reminds me why? With the piss-taking, and the random lesbians, and the CURLING, for the love of heaven. And the gratuitous beaver shots. And the AA single mom. And the kids knocking back shots. And the drugs.

Not. America.

Hey, we have all of those things! We're just not allowed to film them. Fay, that's always been my tightly-held impression of Gross's character, too. I mean, it wouldn't be Fair and Just otherwise, would it?

I met Paul Gross in person once. He was signing autographs after his band performed in this indie-concert thing in Toronto. He's even better-looking in person as if such a thing was even possible, and is v. flirty but not in a skeevy way. My friend Viviane told him her name to sign (I was just lurking in the backgroud, shyly stalker-like), and he said, "ahhh, Viviane with an 'e'! That's sneaky," then he twinkled at her, looking preposterously hot and boyish. We ran away from the premise and kind of screamed and squeed at each other afterward like a couple of 12 year-olds.

I understand he's been married almost 20 years to the same woman and has a couple of kids, and supposedly quite nice. Which probably isn't helping your case much. Sorry.

So basically Paul Gross is what you'd get if Ben Browder was Canadian.

Except Browder's a better writer.