Disclaimer: All characters belong to Alliance, I truely wish they were
mine. They're such fun to play with. I got the idea from the end of an
episode whose name escapes me. but I often wondered how to characters
met. Unfortunately, the story and the characters have minds of their
own, so the story doesn't end the same as in the afore entioned episode.
Many thanks to the actors for making the characters such a joy to write
about. No profit was gained and only a lot of fun was had. Comments
are welcome, but please be kind as this is my first dive in to the
Archive. mbh2mt2d@webtv.com
Rating R/NC17 depending whic way your mind slants.
Romance Fraser/Francesca Francesca/male
Double Vision
By Marybeth Weber
Things were pretty normal around the Bullpen that day, until Frannie
came to work. Fraser always found it a little disconcerting when Ray's
sister came around. There was always a chemistry between the two of
them, but, Fraser, having been raised in the Northwest Territories,
rarely had the opportunity to hone his social skills with women--let
alone date many. Plus his duties kept him busier than he'd liked.
Needless to say, he always got tongue-tied around flirty Francesa.
Lately, though, Francesca also seemed more preoccupied and definitely
more flustered around him.. He'd asked Ray on several occations what the
problem was , but always Ray said, "Who knows? It's Frannie, Fraser,
YOU ask her." "Well I tried, Ray, but for once she won't say anything.
All she does is look at me like a scared fawn and spill her coffee all
over me." "Fraser, it'll probably pass, whatever it is." "If you say so,
Ray, but I really don't think. . ." "Look, if she's really upset about
something, it'll come out eventually."
Francesca was having a hard time dealing with the latest trauma
involving her unrequited feeling for Benton Fraser of the RMPC. It
seems the man with whom she was so smitten had just moved into the
vacant apartment in the building across the street from the house she
lived in with her family. Her normally flirty nature suddenly left her
when she realized his bedroom window faced hers.
Frannie never went against her outgoing nature, but with Fraser, she
really could'nt help herself. Befre she knew what was happening, she
was seriously over her head and meaning every word she said and
everything she did. Faser, on the other hand, never recipricated any of
her feelings, at least he didn't show it. All he ever did was turn as
red as his serge and catch a severe case of butterfingers.
She first discovered he had moved in on a particularly warm night. She
was lying on her bed reading an especially trashy novel when she spotted
the body of a gorgeous man walkilng across the room across the street.
He was bare-chested because of the heat, and wearing the tightest pair
of jeans. Frannie was all alone in the house as her family, including
Ray, were all in Florida visiting their aunt. With nothing better to do
and because she couldn't help herself she started to watch the man. He
was to say the least, beautiful. His face was obscured from view
because the shade was half drawn, but the body was to die for--wide
shoulders, tapered waist, washboard abs, popping biceps, and those jeans
didn't hide anythig either. She layed there fantasizing and thinking
about Fraser. The body strolled across the room, rubbing his chest
idly. He too seemed bored. He walked with a slow loping grace,
stopping here and there to fidget with something or other. Then he
stopped in front of the window. An arm went up and braced against the
window jamb, and the other hand dipped into the waistband of his jeans,
hooking there so the band dipped to show the crisp , curly hair below
his navel.
Franie's mouth went dry and her hand went to her throat to rest there
while she got warmer and warmer. The body's hand slowly came up and
rubbed against hlis pectorial muscles. Frannie's fingers began to itch.
She could just feel Fraser's smooth, firm skin beneath her fingertips.
Then one of his hands came up and released the shade the rest of the
way, and Franie found herself staring into the most familiar blue eyes.
She ran to the window and stuck her head out. What her eyes registered
made her shreek in shock. He started when he heard her. Frannie,
realizing she had his attention, pulled herself back in the window and
leaned against the side wall out of sight. "Oh my God!" she peeked
again and he was still there. He wasleaning out his window to see what
had made that beautiful woman he'd just noticed, scream so. She peeked
again. "Oh my God, it's him! It's HIM! What am I gonna do? How will I
look him in the eye tomorrow? Oh my God-- wait a minute--Fraser dosen't
wear glasses!" She looked again--no glasses. "I know I saw glasses."
But sure enough there were no glasses sitting on the bridge of that
handsome nose and to top it all off, he was staring back at her with
definite interest. Frannie was going to lose it, she knew it, she just
knew it.
He saw the girl across the street. The way she screamed made him drop
his glasses out the window. Since he'd been in this country, he'd seen
many beautiful women, but none as-- arresting-- as her. It wasn't her
screm which made him notice her-- though it certainly helped. It was
the way she looked at him. Even from this distance he could see the
lonliness in her eyes. If he was here long enough maybe he could reach
out to her and get to know her. He had never felt such non-verbal
communion before. She seemed to reach out to him, not loudly, but
silently as if she were calling to his soul. Oh yes, he would
definitely stick around.
The next day Frannie went to work and Fraser came in. For once he
wasn't wearing his serge. She thought he should wear jeans more often.
There was just something about a tight pair of jeans. . . His head came
up from his conversation with the desk sargent and saw her. His hand
came up in a silent greeting and he smiled, but he didn't stick around
to much longer. (So what else is new ,Frannie?) One of the Duck boys
passed her desk whistling The Games People Play. "Shut up Louie!" The
least Fraser could have done was stop and say hello she muttered to
herself as she went back to work.
Fraser came in to the Bullpen late. Deif had a Vet appointment that
morning and always there was no hiding his thoughts from the animal. It
had tken him a half an hour to catch the wolf to get him to the Vet's.
There was really no reason for him to be there officially with Ray gone,
but there was Francesca. He'd been thinking of her quite a bit lately.
. . her eyes, her her smile, her legs, the night she'd shown up at his
apartment in that bustier. It was too bad he'd been so beaten up at the
time or their relationship would have taken and serious tun then and
there. As it was, he'd passed out and she'd stayed anbd taken care of
him all night. He smiled to himself. Ray had been sooo pissed. "You
slept with my sister?" Fraser never admitted it to Ray. It would have
compromised Francesca. Later Ray told him he'd rather Fraser sleep with
he than anyone else. That was a step in the right direction.
Frannie was beginning to get a real killer headache. By noon she needed
to go home. When she got there, she climbed in to bed and shut her eyes
for what seemed a short time. As her headache left her, the image of
Fraser across the street popped into her head. How she wished things
between them went easier. She opened her eyes then and there he was
watching her from his window. Without realizing it, she got off the bed
and went to the window. He leaned his head on his against his arm and
leaned against the window frame. He kept thinking how desirable she
looked lying the asleep. Then she woke up and saw him. Now it was his
turn to be embarrassed. When she came to the window, he felt himself
redden. He was close enough, owever, to see the expression on her face.
It said "I want you, but I'm afraid of what you'll think of me." Not
one to ignore his instincts he grabbed his shirt and was out the door.
He made it across the street in a heartbeat. She met him at the front
door. It was mutual though anda mutual reaction. They could feel the
heat between them from across the street.
Frannie opened the door and there he stood. She stepped back and he
took that small action as an invitation to come in. Not a word was
spoken. The look in their eyes told them everything they needed to
know. His vision was filled with this woman. He didn't even know her
name, but the connection was there.
Frannie took in the sight of Fraser standing in her foyer as he had many
times before, but this time it was different. This time he was there for
her. She still couldn't believe he was here, loking at he with
such--desire. He leaned towards her and she leaned towards him. The
heat was incredible! He kissed her. His lips tasted hers. She tasted
like the sweetest honey he'd ever encountered, and he smiled to himself
as her lips trembled beneath his own. Her hands came up to rest on his
shoulders and her fingers inched their way up his neck and curled into
his hair. His lips dipped to the hollow of her throat and is tongue
lightly tasted her there. Frannie was in heaven. She had dreamed of
being in this spot since she'd first laid eyes on this man. She'd done
everything she could to let him know how she'd felt and to no avail, and
now, now he was here, but something wasn't right. She took in the feel
of him, he certainly felt right. He looked perfect. She sniffed. He
smelled wonderful, but not as she remembered. There was no woodys
scent. His hands took on a magical quality as they slowly brushed away
her crop top. His fingers spread over he abdomen and inched their way
up her ribs. One hand found her breast. He smiled when he found she
wore no bra. He cupped her from below and brought her breast up to his
hungry lips and tongue. Frannie's heart felt as if it would shoot
through her chest, as she felt his tongue tease the hard peak of her
nipple. Her hands came down to capture his, but he brought her hands
back up to press them to the wall on each side of her head holding her a
willing captive. Frannie couldn't breathe. Every flick of his tongue,
very nip of his teeth on her skin made her wild. His head eased away
from her tormented breasts and he slowly kissed his way down to her
stomach. His breathing was coming harder as he reached her tummy.
Frannie let out a whimper as his tongue dipped into her navel. She had
to stop him before they both regetted it. (What was she thinking?! I
don't want him to stop. I've wanted nothing but this for so long and I
want it to last forever.) His hands were easing her shorts down over
her hips and Frannie went into a fog. Everything went hazy. They were
both very caught in the moment, and then the memory of a pair of glasses
hit her like a bucket of ice water. She started strugglng and pushing
him away. He murmered something which sounded foreign. He caught her
under her arms and lifted her so she straddled his thigh. She was still
pressed against the wall, her head thrown back, overwhelmed by the
sensations going through her. He pulled back to look into her eyes and
tellher how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, but when e opened
his eyes he saw the look on her face. They were both breathing harshly,
as if they had run great distances to get to to where they were, but it
was clear to him she had one more obstacle to overcome. She braced her
hands on his chest and her eyes filled with tears. He rested his
forehead on hers and closed his eyes again. He inhaled slowly, drawing
in her musky scent and gathered his resolve to let her go. One last
kiss. He kissed her lips gently and then as if he couldn't help
himself, he dipped his head and kissed her breast. He slowly let her
slide down is body, nodded his head in silent agreement and backed out
of the house. The look of regret on his face sent Frannie into a fit of
silent sobs.
She spent the next few hours going back and forth from the livingroom
window to the bedroom window. Fraser was no longer there. She was both
saddened and relieved. Maybe tomorrow she'd get some answers.
Later that night, Fraser was out walking Deifenbaker when suddenly the
the white wolf dashed around a corner. The disgruntled Mountie ran
after him. The last thing Fraser needed was for Deif to be picked up by
Animal Control again; the last time should have been a lesson to them.
When Fraser caught up wih Deifenbaker, he found Francesca feeding the
adoring animal a chocolate HoHo. No wonder the wolf had a soft spot for
her. Lord knows he did too. Maybe now would be a good time to follow
through with his thoughts.
Before Fraser could get a word out, Frannie came up to him and in her
own flustered way said "Look Fraser, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to do
that." Frase being complety in the dark, only shook his head. "Excuse
me?" "Ya know. . . what happened before."
"I'm sorry. I don't. . ." Frannie, at a loss for words, only raised a
eyebrow. Fraser had seen that look many times directed at Ray, but had
no idea why it was now aimed at him. She quickly recovered herself and
tried her old stand by technique. She ran a manicured hand over the
chest she had caressed earlier and said "Ya know, I can't promise it
won't happen again, you being so close by and all. (Two could play at
this game.) Fraser, for once was ruely clueless and not just pretending.
He was beginning to become relly concerned. "Perhaps I should walk you
home. One can never be too careful." "Sure, Fraser." They walked along
for a while neither speaking. Fraser finnaly got the nerve.
"Francesca. . ." "Look, Fraser, it's in the past. " (She had to get
passed this embarrassement.) "Maybe Ray wanted you to look out for me
while the family's away, but I' a grown woman. I can take care of
myself." Fraser was finding it hard to bide his time in discovering her
problem, which was totally out of character for him. She smiled
"Besides, what trouble can I get into with you so close?" (If you only
knew!) Ironically he thought the same thing.
They finally made it back to the house. Frannie leaned back against the
door. "You know,Fraser, you didn't have to go so far today." Fraser
kept silent hoping to learn more, but the expression on Frannie's face
mirrored the feeling in her soul. That look showed such lonliness,
lonliness that mirrored his own. Tears welled in her eyes and the
bravado in her disappeared. "Francesca. . . no . . . don't" Fraser took
her in his arms and ran his hand soothingly through her hair at the back
of her skull. He kissed her temple, her eyebrow, her ear. When he
pulled back to gauge her reaction, he felt her tremble "Oh God!!" wwas
all she could whisper. Frannie was breathless. She felt Fraser's hand
cup her head to bring her close for his kiss. His mouth opened over
hers, tasting her, moving his tongue over her lips with such tenderness
it made her knees go weak. and brought tears to her eyes. Fraser
couldn't stop himself. She felt so good in his arms. He trailed his
lips down the side of her neck to rest there and breathe in her special
essence, unique only to her. Somewhere in the back of their brains,
through the heat and fog, they heard people passing on the street. Some
gave low whistles and others just sighed.
Somehow Fraser managed to release her and she bega to fumble for her
keys. She wouldn't let go of his hand; she had to maintain their
connection. Faser found himself almost wrapped around her as they
stumbled into the house. Frannie felt this incredible sense of dejavu'.
This scene had played several hours earlier, but now it seemed new too.
Frannie led Fraser into the livingroom. She felt shy and brazen at the
same time and he wanted to make this night the most romantic night
possible for her, but it seemed her nervousness was winning out.
"Francesca. . ." he whispered and held his hand out for her to come to
him. She went to him without thinking. He enfolded her in his
welcoming arms. Home. . . the feeling one gets after a long journey and
one finally arrives home. She breathed deep and so did he, and then
they both heaved soft, contented sighs. Their lips met in a long
endless kiss, their tongues careesing each other, sharing each others
flavor. Frannie pulled back with an overwhelming need to explain the
happenings earlier that day. He still had to touch her even if it was
in some small way. He traced his fingers along her brow and smoothed
the small worry lines tha appeared there.
"It's ok, Francesca."
"No it's not ok. I'mnot a tease."
Fraser was beginningmto get confused again. "Tease? Who implied you
were a tease? I find your antics . . .charming-- confusing, but
charming."
"No Fraser, this afternoon. . . I can't explain it, but it just felt
wrong. I really, really wanted to make love to you this afternoon. . .
You don't wear glasses, do you?"
"No Francesca. Perfect eyesight runs to old age in my family--What did
you say?"
"Do you wear . . ."
"No about making love with me today?"
"Fraser you were ther . . ."
A shocked expression came over he face as she took in Fraser slowly
shaking his head negatively. "Yes you were. You came over from across
the street. It was an unspoken . . .Oh my God! OH MY GOD!"
She began to shake and sob silently.
Fraser began to feel real concer for her wellbeing. The woman he cared
the most for and thought he could never have was having what looked like
a nervous breakdown . "Francesca. . . Francesca! Hush It's ok no one's
going to hurt you." He took her in his arms and did the only thing he
could think of. He kissed her. He kissed her with all the longing and
desperation he felt for her. Still she sobbed. He tasted her tears as
he kissed her eyelids, and her cheeks. His lips trailed to her ear
where he gentlly nipped her earlobe. Frannie's sobs began to receed.
Fraser kissed her lips again dipping his tongue inside and along the
corners of her mouth. He tasted so right, and to Fraser's releif she
let out a contented growl. "Fraser. . Oh my God. . Fraser. . ."He took
her hands and placed them on his shoulders, all the while nibbling on
her neck. He eased his way to the front of her throat, kissing the
hollow there. Frannie knew this feeling was nothing like tthis
afternoon. Fraser eased his hand under her sweater, the other hand
cupped her head to hold her closer for his kiss. Their hunger growing
with each passing second. The sweater was gone. Her hands were busy
also. The buttons on his shirt were gone, as was his belt and the top
button of his jeans. He stopped her hands, catching them in his own and
drew her to the couch where he pulled her down in a lover's embrace. He
too the weight of her fall. "What took you so long?" "Fancesca,
sometimes you just confoud me." "Shut up, Fraser. Give me your mouth."
He found the front closure of her bra and released her breasts for his
caresses. His lips trailed from the hollow at the neck to the small
perfect center of her breast. She inhaled deeply, buring her face in
his hair. He smelled wonderful, lke nothing she'd ever come across--the
slight fragrance of Grey Flannel, but all distinctly Fraser. He flipped
over so she lay on his chest. She rubbed her face on it, loving the
feel of his skin on her face and beneath her fingers and lips. Fraser
trembled, echoing her own passion and caught her head in his hand,
pressing her lips to his heart. "I love you,Francesca. I just never
knew how to tell you." She felt her life was now complete. "I love you
too. More than you'll ever know." Frannie's lips started inching their
way down his ribs to his abdomen. He caught his breath. The
unmistakable evidence of his arousal was pressing agaist her chest. She
undid the rest of the buttons of his buttonfly jeans and pushed the
waistband down so her hands could cup the firm cheeks of his butt. He
lifted up so she could ease his jeans down over his hips. Fraser, not
wanting to be outdone, stopped her "I want to see all of you, every
beautiful inch of you."and proceeded tp brush her shorts off her hips
slowly, so slowly, kissing each inch of flesh he bared. She thought she
would die from want. "Please, Fraser, Please!" "I'm here Francesca, I
won't go anywhere. I'm here for you always." He buried his face in the
center of her desire, and took her to where she only dreamed of going.
Her essence filled his head. She was intoxicating and e couldn't get
enough of her. As Frannie's body throbbed with the shudders of her
release, he slowly entered her and took her there with him once more.
Neither one of them had ever felt so happy or so whole. Slowly they
drifted off th sleep, each gently and leisurly caressing the other.
Suddenly the image of Fraser in glasses popped in her head again.
"Fraser" she whispered, "Are you sure ou don't wear. . .?" he was
already fast asleep with a beaautiful smile on his face and she wasn't
far behind. the next day they awoke to gentle kisses. They showered
together taking their time reexploring the pleasures the discovered
last night. They shared making breakfast. She only wanted coffee and
Fraser insisted on a wholesome meal as breakfast was the most important
meal of the day. She just gave him a speaking look and held her mug out
to him. He soon had he smiling again in no time. They went to work
seperatly. Ther relationship was theirs and theirs alone, but during
the course of thi day, whenever their eyes met, they couldn't keep sill
smile from their faces. As the day progressed, the activity in the
squadroom hit a lull, so Frannie went to get coffee for herself and
Fraser. On her way back, Joe, the desk sargent, called "Hey Frannie,
where's Fraser? There a surprise here for him." "I'll send him over,
Joe." "Frase, Joe at the desk has somehing for you ." "Thank you kindly,
Francesca." as he passd, he lightly stroked her cheek. She smled at him
as he went by. She went back to work, but Fraser was gone a good while.
She looked around and saw everyone in the room had gone quiet and was
staring in the same direction--the front desk. There was Fraser
talking to--Fraser! And that Fraser was wearing glasse. She jumped up
and ran over to them"I knew it! I knew I wasn't crazy! You see those
RAYBANS on that face? Don't ever let me hear anyone say I'm nuts ag. .
."She stopped in midsentence when she realized everyone was now staring
at her. Lt Welsh came to the door of his office just in time to see what
was happening. He just shook in the scene and shook his head. "And I
thought we had enough problems with one Fraser." and then he shut his
door and went back to his reports. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introdue
my cousin, Peter. He's just arrived from Germany two days ago. He
doesn't speak English very well, but he understands everything. Please
help me make him feel welcome. Frannie blushed at that. Peter looked at
Frannie and smiled at her. She moved closer to Fraser. "Peter's been
filling me in on your little misunderstanding, Francesca and I informed
him of our . .ah circumstances. Peter said that although he enjoyed you
time together immensely, he can see by the way we look at each otherthat
we two are meant to be together. Care to explain?" While Fraser was
not the type to be jealous, he did merit an explaination. "Fraser, let's
just say he lmade me realize it was you I loved and while he looks like
you, the two of you are very, very different." "Forgive me Francesca,
but we're almost identical."
"Take my word for it, I can tell the difference."
"Really? Tell me." Frannie leaned close and whispered in his ear.
"Really? You can really taste. . .?" Her hand came up and clamed onto
Fraser's mouth and from behind him, she could hear a stifled chuckle.
She looked at Peter and he smiled and winked. Frannie just blushed and
blushed.
"Later, Fraser, I'll explain late."
fini