No More Running    This is the first time I'm writing a full, pure
dueSouth story, so please be kind. *g* Anyway, this is a missing scene for
the episodes 'Mountie on the Bounty Parts 1 and 2', so MAJOR SPOILERS for
it! Don't say I didn't warn you! And for those of you who don't really
like RayK, consider yourself warned as this whole story is written from
his POV. And finally, I want to thank the wonderful Sama for beta reading
it for me and letting me quote her. THANKS Sama! Disclaimers: Characters
and situation aren't mine. Ain't no making any money here and most
importantly, DON'T SUE! Oct 98 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 No More Running.
 (Trust Your Instincts)
 By Eugenie Chua

   I warned you, I told you I was going to punch you in the face if you
didn't stop arguing with me, and you just had to make me do it. Damn it! I
still couldn't believe I actually did it. I wanted to apologize, to say
that I'm sorry, which I really was, but I just have no idea how to say it
and I was too shocked to actually make myself speak. Then you walked away,
without another word, and all I could think of was that I actually punched
you. I got back to the precinct and stopped by Francesca's desk. She was
busy over the phone talking about some pizza boy and didn't notice me. I
guess I wanted her asks me what was wrong so that I could tell her
everything and she would yell at me for doing something so stupid. Maybe
that's what I want, for her to scream at me, so I'll feel less guilty
about it. But she was too preoccupied to notice. Then Welsh called me into
his office and handed me that transfer offer. Great, I thought, I can get
my life back and start over again. That seemed to be what I did best. My
marriage failed and I jumped at the chance of this undercover operation to
have a fresh start. Now that this partnership is failing, I'm jumping at
the chance to start over again. But before that, there was this little
issue between us that I had to settle. You sure pack one hell of a punch!
When I thought we were finally even and could each go on our own merry
way, that guy just had to die on my car muttering about treasure chests! 
"One more case," I said. Yeah, as if I knew better. Man! I hate stiffs!
And to think he had a map carved onto his chest, that is like totally
revolting! You seemed surprised I came to the conclusion that he was a
pirate, and you just had to argue that he was an accountant. He had an eye
patch, a hook and a map carved to his chest for god's sake! Of course he's
a pirate! How could anyone ever think otherwise?! The moment you talked me
into going on board the Henry Alan or whatever the name of the ship was, I
knew I was gonna regret it. But did I listen to my instinct? Noo...I just
had to go on a boat ride with you. And damn you for managing to talk me
into it the first place! You knew exactly which button to push. I can't
believe I got out of that room alive! That guy caught me red handed and
just let me out! But I wasn't so lucky when I checked the communications
room. When I saw the both of them in there, it was too late. I woke up
cuffed to a pipe with water surrounding me. They musta watched Titanic one
too many times, I couldn't help but think, since my situation wasn't that
different form the movie. Only this was real life and no beautiful lady
was gonna come rescuing me. A Mountie came instead. I nearly had a panic
attack when the water level rose and you still couldn't get the stupid
cuffs off. Well, I thought, this ain't gonna end like the movie, I'm gonna
drown! Suddenly an idea came to me, why not just shoot the stupid cuffs?!
Damn, why wouldn't the phone work when I want it to? "Electronics and
water don't go," you said. As if I don't know that. I was just trying to
save our butts, what did you think I was doing? Experimenting to see if my
cell phone would work after soaking it under water?? I was actually
surprised that it did work. I only hope that Frannie got our message. I
was totally terrified when you said we have to swim 150 meters underwater
to get to an exit. Weren't you listening when I told you I couldn't swim?
And now I had to tell you again. You actually seemed surprised when I said
I couldn't swim. Did you think I was joking the last time I said it? Sure,
we were under fire, but I sure wasn't joking about it. Bloom, close and
kick. Easy for you to say. You're such a great swimming instructor! And
where the hell did you learn that 'buddy breathing' thing? For a moment
there, I was afraid that you weren't telling me something.  Fire
extinguisher? Fraser, where did you learn all these tricks?  I was
starting to panic again when we were back in the water. How could you be
so calm? Well, I guess the fact that you could swim was the deciding
factor. "Bloom, close and kick 'em' in the head." You keep on repeating.
Easier said than done, I tell you! We did pretty well on board that ship
considering the fact I said we had a communication problem between us. The
thought about the transfer came back to my mind the first time when we
were in that mini-submarine. Am I accepting the transfer so that I can
start over? Oh admit it, Kowalski. You're just running away from your
problems. First Stella, now Fraser. For once, could you just stay and
solve them? I asked myself. I nearly made up my mind when you started
arguing with me about the logic of my instinct. There is no logic to it
Fraser, that's why they call it instinct. I was really glad that I finally
was able to convince you to trust me. Maybe all these problems between us
could be solved after all. But will you take the transfer? That was still
an unknown factor to me. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the boat.
How could this beautiful sail boat beat that hunk of metal we just escaped
from? But I was proven wrong. Like pirates we boarded her and took down
her crew of criminals. And for the first time, I actually saw someone
throw a gun instead of shooting one. Why do you have to be so...so
lawful?! Not to mention it was also the first time I saw you actually
shooting a gun. Is there anything you're not good at Fraser? I doubt so.
Well, maybe there's this little problem with trusting your instinct...and
your partner's. The question about the transfer was back in my mind again
as soon as everything was over. Okay, I thought, I'll stay and work
everything out between us if Fraser's staying. But if he's not, then
there's no reason for me to stay. If he's in Canada and I'm in Chicago,
might as well get my life back then. My mind made up, I was determined to
let you answer the question before I did, 'cause my decision'd be based on
yours.	I'm tellin ya, the few seconds between my question and your answer
was the longest in my life! And I was really glad you decided to stay.
That means we can work things out. As a matter of fact, after all that
action, I don't think our relationship is as bad as we think. But there's
still this little matter of you trusting my instinct... THE END

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