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WARNINGS: AU Snapshot
PAIRING: FraserFemale VecchioFemale
TEASER: Fraser leaves Chicago and Ray wants some answers. :)
Originally posted to RedSuitsYou@onelist.com
Ray sat at the counter drinking a cup of coffee, mulling over
his decision to leave them alone. It had taken him well over two years
to find them. Two years of searching. Two years of endless questions.
And he finally found his answers.
When Fraser had left Chicago, the only thing Ray had for a reason was a simple letter. A letter that stunned him. Fraser had resigned from the R.C.M.P. and thanked him for his friendship. That was it. No forwarding address, no indication that he would ever see him again. When he questioned Thatcher, she was at a loss as well.
The two of them had teamed up so to speak. They both wanted to know why Fraser had left. Why he had gone without even saying goodbye. Between the two of them, they found small wisps and trails of where Fraser had gone, but they could never get any concrete answers. Everyone they questioned always clammed up. Ray had almost given up. Almost, until Buck Frobisher finally spilled the beans.
It had taken some time, but with Buck's help and an Inuit guide that made Ray swear that he would never say a word, he found him. More precisely, he found them. Hidden from view, Ray watched them as they walked together. Smiling and chatting affectionately. Fraser looked like a different man to Ray. He whole demeanor was alive. He smiled. He laughed. And he had good reason to.
Walking between them was
a small boy. He looked to be about four. Ray squinted. The boy looked
exactly like Fraser and was the right age. *No wonder he left.* The couple
sat on a rock by a stream, both admiring the child. Smiling happily they
all took their boots off and began to wade through the stream, looking
at stones. The boy laughed and splashed around them. Ray motioned to
his guide and they left.
Thatcher set her purse on the counter and sat next to Ray. "So...what did you find?" Ray swirled the coffee in his cup and smiled slightly. "He's happy." "And?" "He's with Victoria." "What?!" Ray laughed as he saw the shocked look on Thatcher's face. "My thoughts exactly. When I first saw who it was, I almost pulled my gun out and shot her." She huffed. "What stopped you?"
Ray turned to look at her. "It appears that our favorite Mountie has a little boy and she's the mother." "Really?" "Yup. Seems like Benny wasn't too careful when she and he...you know." Thatcher bit her lip and nodded her head. "You aren't going to tell the authorities are you?" "This isn't my jurisdiction. It's your call."
Ray watched Thatcher expectantly. She shook her head slightly no. "I don't think the authorities need to know. They haven't harmed anyone. She served her time and as for the other matters...the case was closed over a year ago. I think we should let them be." "My thoughts exactly."
They sat in a comfortable silence, drinking their coffee. "You
said he was happy?" "Very. Never saw him look like that before. The kid
is a spitting image of him too." Thatcher smiled at the thought of Fraser
with a little boy just like himself. "Then we have all that we need."
"Yes, we do." "Are you ready to go home?" "Yeah...I kinda miss the smog.
All this fresh air is too good for me." Standing, Ray pulled his coat
on and helped Thatcher with hers. Taking her hand, they walked out of
the diner and back to their life together in Chicago.