Lyn's
alternate ending to "We are the Eggmen"
This happens sometime after the
episode in question and you need to suspend your disbelief totally, dear
reader.
I
wrote the first part of this before I saw the ending of WAtE
 
As it is a while since I saw this
episode I apologise for any inaccuracies.
The characters are Alliance's I am borrowing them in a temporary
fit of insanity. No infringement
intended.(of anything) And no profit made.
Rated PG
Do not copy or archive without my
permission.
 
Eggs. by Lyn C
 
"Constable, remove your jacket!"
 
Benton Fraser froze for a moment. He always obeyed every order from his
Superior Officer, Inspector Margaret Thatcher without hesitation and
without question. Well except
for that one time... But this was a rather peculiar order and he could
see no logical reason for it.
Fraser
drew his attention back to the matter in hand. He dragged his hand across
the inside of his collar. It was
getting rather warm. Maybe she
was thinking about his comfort. He
removed his jacket automatically and was relieved when she took it off
him and searched through it until she triumphantly found what she was
looking for. A short piece of
wire which she waved before his face.
He let out a breath in relief. Thank heavens she wasn't going
to ask him to remove anything else. Mind
you she did have a thorough knowledge of the contents and make up of
every part of an RCMP uniform. She
did, after all, occasionally wear red serge, like he did. Who knows what else he might be wearing that she might consider
a necessity in their escape plan?
 
Fraser shook his head again.
 
 Was it the heat that was making
him so easily distracted from the task in hand? He did not normally suffer
from a poor attention span. So
why did his mind insist on wandering now?
It had to be the heat and the noise of the chicks.
He took the wire from her hands
and felt a jolt of electricity flow from her fingers into his. Surely it was his imagination.
Turning to the heavy door, he admonished
himself,concentrate, Benton, on getting us out of here.
 
As he inserted the narrow wire into
the electrical circuit an uncharacteristic
thought insinuated itself to the forefront of his awareness. What if we were trapped in here for a couple of hours? What
would happen? Would she still
insist on him forgetting that moment on the train if she thought they
might be spending their last hours together? Would she continue to deny her feelings? Would he have the courage to tell her how he felt about
her?
Maybe
he should test her reactions now. Maybe he could pretend to be electrocuted. See how she would react if she thought
he were hurt. If she reacted with
indifference then he would know to back away and not pursue her any longer. If she showed concern then he would
know that she really cared about him.
 
 
 
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Fraser inserted the 7cm piece of
wire into the e tech electronic lock in order to bypass the release mechanism.
Suddenly his body jerked as if
a huge electric force had taken hold of all his nerves. From Meg's point of view it looked like someone was shaking
him.
"Fraser!"
she exclaimed, her fear apparent on her face. 
As he collapsed on the floor she
fell beside him and grasped his hand.
"Fraser" she repeated.
She felt at his throat and sighed her relief when her fingers
detected the pulse in his vein. She
wiped the sweat from her brow and sat back on her knees considering her
options. 
 
 "Constable, wake up now. That's an order." 

No; that did not work. She stroked
the sweat from his forehead, letting her hand linger on his cheek. Maybe?
She thought. No she must
remember her high Mountie ideals. Then
again what good were ideals if you were a dead Mountie? No she couldn't,
she daren't. Dare she?
 
If they ever got out she would have
to get a new career anyway after the scene in the restaurant. So what would one little kiss matter?
"Constable Fraser, if you don't
wake up, I shall have to kiss you."
No reply.
 
"All right then."
 
She bent over and kissed him gently
on the lips, thinking, if this doesn't wake him nothing will.
 
Feeling a pressure on his lips Fraser
opened his eyes slowly and met her gaze.
She pulled back quickly.
 
"Inspector, sir?" he questioned,
innocently.
 
"Ah Fraser, that was a new
er..."
 
"A new technique for rousing
victims of electric shock, sir? Yes
I read all about that in a recent RCMP memo. And I think the customary method of thanks is this."
He reached up and pulled her face towards his, gently returning the kiss.

 
This time she did not pull away. Fraser smiled to himself. Here was his answer.
 
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Fraser jolted awake, drenched in
sweat. It was a warm Chicago early
summer's night, he was in his room on his bed not in a late model Atcheson
type incubator at Cicero Dairy Corporation. He had not kissed his Inspector. Well not then, that had come later,
on a train. Maybe this dream was
a message to him. The heat had
been the trigger that had made him remember the discomfort of the 50
degrees Celsius they had endured together in the incubator. Unfortunately he had not had the courage to fake unconsciousness,
he had just grinned at her instead.
 
"Just joking," he had
replied to her frightened look. She
had looked worried though.
 
Maybe if they had kissed then things
would have turned out differently. Maybe
then she would not have commanded him to forget the kiss on the train. Two kisses could not be forgotten. This dream was a message to him to
seize the next opportunity to kiss her.
Tomorrow he was going to be interviewed by the press about the
train business. She would be there. If an opportunity presented itself
for him to show her his feelings he would do. "Carpe Diem"-that would be his motto from now
on.
Fraser
smiled to himself and pushed Dief off the side of the bed so he could
stretch out and feel more of the cool air. It was no use; it was still unbearably hot in the apartment.
Ray was right; he needed air conditioning. He turned on his side and closed his eyes, before long he
was dreaming again.
 
"Ma-am?"
 
"Constable, take off your tunic.
That's an order!" Fraser
sighed. "Oh dear."
 
The end.
 
Lyn C 1998
Do not copy without author's permission. Characters belong to Alliance. I am just borrowing them.