This is my first fanfic, so please be kind	 

This is my first fanfic, so please be kind. The characters don't belong to
me and I am receiving nothing but a little fun from this, so please don't
sue.	     

  

Sleeping Beauty 

  

	 

	Meg sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Today was off to a really
bad start, even for a Monday. It had started a little too late, thanks to
her cats new trick of unplugging the alarm clock, followed by the
inevitable finger-through-the-last-pair-of-pantyhose, the lost hairbrush
(another trick by her on-its-way-to-the-pound cat), the misplaced car
keys, and the realization halfway to work that she would need to stop for
gas if she wanted to be sure to make it all the way to work. She took a
deep breath and opened her eyes. Nothing had changed...the consulate door
was still standing slightly ajar when it should be firmly closed and
locked. 

One part of her wanted to march right through the door and demand to know
who had been so careless. After all, Fraser could have arrived early and
simply not latched the door properly.	      

Yeah, right.	 

The trained police officer in her knew that it would be foolish to enter
an unknown situation with no weapon and no backup.	

	As she debated, a green Riviera pulled up to park illegally in
front of the consulate. Her second in command, Constable Benton Fraser,
emerged, followed by his wolf, Deifenbacher. She could hear Fraser telling
the driver, Detective Ray Vecchio, that he really shouldn't leave the car
there, but Vecchio simply ignored him and got out of the car.  

	"Hey, Inspector, what's the matter? Canada couldn't afford a
statue for the front sidewalk so you're filling in?"	    

	"What seems to be the problem, sir?" Fraser asked.	 

	Looking up into his deep, blue eyes, she almost forgot that there
was a problem. She blinked and stammered, "The...um...door...it's open."  
    

	"No wonder they made you an Inspector, with observations like
that." 

	"No, Ray, the point is, that door should still be locked. Someone
has been in there who had no business being there."    

	In an instant, Ray went from wise guy to full cop mode. He drew
his weapon and started up the stairs. "I don't suppose either of you is
armed?" Meg and Ben both shook their heads. "Then stay behind me."	 

	"May I remind you that you are in Canadian territory," Meg
commented.	     "So, what, you want to wait out here until we can get
more red suits down here, or do you want to find out who's poaching on
your territory?" Ray asked, the irritation plain in his voice.	

	"Your assistance is appreciated, Ray," Benton assured him
hurriedly, glancing quickly at his commanding officer, "and since we are
far from reinforcements, we welcome the cooperation of a fellow police
force." 

	Meg sighed, nodded, and followed the two men up the stairs and
through the consulate door, Dief close behind her. A quick survey of the
building showed no one present. Dief, though, seemed to have found an
interesting scent, and one that he apparently wasn't too fond of.  

	"I'll get a fingerprint crew out here, and then you two can check
and see if there's anything missing." 

"We really don't have the time to waste waiting for your people,
Detective," Meg said impatiently. "I'm already running late and I have
about a thousand things to do to get ready for the annual inspection next
week. I'll be in my office. You may check the rest of the consulate, but I
really can't wait for you to dust there."   

She turned and entered her office, Fraser close behind her while Ray used
his phone to call for a fingerprint crew. She hung her coat and purse on
the rack and sat down at her desk.    

"Was there something else, Constable?" she asked Fraser as she reached to
open her right hand desk drawer.  

"I really think you should allow the fingerprint crew to check your office
first, sir. This is the room where important information is most likely to
be kept and is therefore the room most likely to be searched by an
intruder. You don't want to disturb any prints that might have been left."
He sniffed...a familiar scent... but he couldn't place it.   

"Be that as it may, I can't wait around forever...and I can't get this
stupid desk drawer open!" she snapped in frustration. The drawer seemed to
be hanging on something just inside. As Fraser started around the desk to
assist her, Meg stuck her hand in the drawer to move whatever was blocking
it. 

"OUCH!!!"	 

Fraser moved quickly to her side and carefully reached his hand beside
hers to ease the drawer open. Clamped on her hand was a small trap of the
sort hunters might use for small game.	

As the odor he had noticed earlier became stronger, Fraser noted the
slight discoloration of something painted onto the teeth of the trap. He
leaned for a closer look and sniffed again as Ray entered the room, drawn
by Meg's shout. 

"Constable, would you mind terribly saving your inspection for later and
getting this thing off of me NOW!"	

"Of course, sir." Benton put his heavy gloves on and carefully removed the
trap from her hand, examining the wound with the same care he had bestowed
on the trap itself. He noted with a sinking heart the same discoloration
around the wound. 

"Boy has someone got it in for you, Inspector," Ray commented, looking
into the desk drawer. "They even left a note." He used a pencil to push
the sprung trap aside so that he could read it.  

  

			"DING, DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD" 

  

Benton glanced at the note while wrapping his scarf around Meg's hand. "We
need to get her to the hospital as quickly as possible...and bring the
trap with us." 

"We shouldn't disturb any more evidence, now that we know someone was
definitely in here," Ray said. 

"I really don't think this is bad enough for the hospital. It may need
some stitches but an emergency clinic can take care of that." Meg started
to stand, only to sink back into her chair and close her eyes. "Maybe they
can find something to make the room stop spinning, too. I guess it's a
little worse than I thought." 

Benton pulled a small plastic bag from her wastebasket and carefully
placed the trap in it. "Actually, Inspector, I think you may have been
poisoned. I detected a certain pungent aroma, reminiscent of a herbal
tranquilizer used by some hunters in areas of the far north. The
discoloration on the teeth of the trap and around the wound itself is also
consistent with this theory. That is why I recommend immediate medical
treatment." 

"Hey, maybe a good tranquilizer is just what the lady needs," Ray quipped.
As Benton handed him the bag containing the trap, his eyes dropped to the
note in the desk drawer. Ray suddenly had the feeling that this poison was
much more than a mere tranquilizer. He swallowed hard and glanced back at
Benton, who nodded curtly. 

Meg caught their look and demanded, "What are you not telling me?" She
pushed Benton aside and looked in the drawer. "Dead...?" she whispered. 

Ray coughed. "I'm sure they've got an antidote at the hospital, right,
Benny?"  

"Doubtful, Ray. The particular plant that this poison is derived from
grows only in the far northern territories, as does the only known
antidote for it. Both are rare enough that it is unlikely to be kept on
hand here in Chicago." He looked over at Meg's pale face. "Of course, I
could be wrong." 

"Not likely," she replied. "How long do I have?" 

"That kind of attitude isn't going to help, Inspector," Ray said, with
forced cheerfulness. "I think what we need is to get the lady to the
hospital like Benny suggested and see what the doctors there have to say.
My car's right out front. With lights and sirens, we can be there in no
time." He grabbed her purse and coat off the rack and started for the
door. "I'll start the car and call ahead and tell 'em we're coming. Hurry
it up, people." 

Meg started to stand and felt the room begin to spin again. Benton caught
her around the waist before she could fall. She looked up into his eyes.  
    

"Fraser, there's something I really need to tell you." 

"Ray's right. They probably have an antidote at the hospital and in a few
hours we'll be looking back at this and laughing. We need to go now,
before Ray leaves without us." 

With that, he picked her up and felt her relax into his strong arms as he
strode from the consulate out to the waiting car. 

  

  

  

At the hospital, Benton sat in the waiting room while Ray paced anxiously,
talking on his cell phone. "I don't care if you're working on something
from God himself! I want you to drop it and get me a match on those
fingerprints and I want it yesterday! You got it?" He slammed the phone
closed muttering. 

"Victoria" 

Ray looked over at his best friend. "No way. Surely she has far too much
sense than to come back here. Besides, why would she try to kill the
Dragon Lady? She doesn't even know her." 

"She's been watching me. I've thought someone was for several days. She's
made a hobby of hurting me and if she saw something to make her think I
have feelings for Margaret..." 

Benny must be worried to be calling his boss by her first name, Ray
thought to himself. Regardless of how he obviously felt about her, he
always referred to her by her proper title. 

"Benny, anyone with eyes can see your feelings for the Inspector."  

Benton blushed furiously and looked up at Ray. "She is my superior
officer. Nothing more. It is my duty to protect her as you would a fellow
officer." 

"Come on, Benny. This is Ray you're talking to. I've never seen you look
at any other fellow officer the way you look at her. You certainly never
looked at your previous superior the way you look at her. Admit it, pal.
You've got it bad. But you know what? I think she's got it just as bad."
Benton looked at him hopefully. "Yeah, I've noticed her looking at you
sometimes, when you're not watching, and she's got this almost smile on
her face...real soft and sweet like. I'll tell you, if I ever caught
anyone looking at me like that, I'd sweep her off her feet so fast she
wouldn't know what hit her." 

"But she's going to die," Benton said flatly.  

"No, she's not, " Ray said. "You said that there was an antidote up in the
far north somewhere. If Victoria was responsible, she may have some of it
with her to entice you to come to her...or else you can go get some up
wherever it is that it grows." 

"It's winter up there and the trip would take me far longer than she has
left, Ray. I would never make it back in time." 

"So, what? You're not even going to try? You're going to sit here and do
nothing while the woman you love slips into a coma and dies? That ain't
the Benton Fraser I know. She's going to need your help to fight this
thing off."  

Just then, the doctor came into the waiting room.  

"Constable Fraser? Detective Vecchio? We have confirmed the poison used.
We don't have an antidote for it. We are in the process of checking with
other hospitals, clinics, and research facilities in the area, but I
really don't think we're going to find anything. I'm sorry." 

Ray saw that Benton was fighting for control of himself and asked, "How is
she doing right now?" 

"We cleaned and dressed the wound to her hand and are giving her
intravenous antibiotics. We're hoping that might slow down the spread of
the poison. For right now, she's resting fairly comfortably."  

Ray saw Benton straighten his shoulders and take a deep breath. The look
on his face indicated that he was once again ready to fight for the woman
her loved. "May we see her now?" 

"We also gave her something for pain, so she's a little groggy, but she's
still awake and did ask to speak to you." 

  

  

When they entered the room, Meg appeared to be dozing. Ray noted how
worried and frightened Benny looked. Benton only had eyes for the woman on
the hospital bed. She looked so small and pale and helpless. Ray stopped
at the foot of the bed while Benton quietly approached her side. When she
opened her eyes and smiled, Benton was transformed. He smiled back at her
and leaned forward to brush a wisp of hair from her face.  

"Hello, Meg." 

	She seemed delighted by his use of her given name and her smile
brightened a little. 

	"Hello, Benton. This doesn't look very good, does it?" 

	"Everything will be fine. I'm going to head up to one of the
villages up north to get the antidote for you. I really hate to leave you,
but Ray will be here to take care of anything you need." They both looked
over to Ray, who nodded his head in agreement. "Besides, it's your best
chance. You just hang on until I get back. Then we'll have a nice long
talk about some things that have been on my mind for a while."	

	"Just in case I'm not here when you get back..." 

	"Don't even think like that. You're one of the strongest people I
know. You can hang on until then, no matter what the doctor thinks." 

	"Please, let me say this. We both know that there's a good chance
I won't survive that long. Whether I do or not, I want to apologize for
the way I treated you when I first arrived here and to tell you that you
are a fine officer and it has been an honor to serve with you." 

	"Thank you, sir." 

	"'Meg' will do just fine. On a personal note, I think you are a
fine person and I hope that we will have the opportunity to explore the
future together. I think I may very well be in love with you, Benton
Fraser." Her voice was very soft by the time she finished and her eyes
were fastened on her lap.  

	As Ray quietly eased out of the room, Benton took her hand and
raised it to his lips, kissing it gently before reaching for her chin. He
raised her face until she looked him in the eyes.	

	"The feeling is entirely mutual, si...Meg. I wonder, do you think
this situation might compare to a trainload of unconscious Mounties headed
for a nuclear disaster?" 

	In answer, she leaned forward and kissed him. 

	As they held each other close, Ray stood outside the door talking
on his cell phone. He smiled at the contented look on his best friend's
face and made a promise to him...I'll keep her alive for you...no matter
what. 

	When Meg had drifted off to sleep, Benton eased her down on the
bed and pulled the sheet up. He leaned over and placed one last kiss on
her forehead before backing out of the room. Ray was waiting for him with
news. 

	"We got a clear print off the Dragon...off of the Inspector's
desk. It was definitely Victoria." 

	"I already knew that Ray. I recognized the handwriting on the note
she left." 

	Ray cleared his throat. "I also went ahead and made some
arrangements for you. There's a police car outside waiting to take you to
the airport. You have a little less than an hour until your flight to that
little airport up north. The guy up there will have your gear waiting and
will get you anything else you need. " 

	Benton hugged him gratefully. "Thank you, Ray. I know you've never
liked Meg very much, so I really appreciate your efforts to help her." 

	"She makes you happy, Benny," Ray shrugged, "That's enough for
me." 

	Ray hugged him back. "I'll stay here and make sure she doesn't get
into any more trouble while you're gone. Now get out of here and go rescue
your lady." 

	Benton took one last look at "his lady" sleeping peacefully and
then turned and dashed down the hospital corridor to the waiting police
car.  

	"Good luck, my friend," Ray murmured. 

  

	The flight was far too long and for once, Benton was unable to
enjoy the scenery out the airplane window. Every moment Meg could be
slipping further away from him. When the plane landed, he was the first
one off and in less than five minutes, he was aboard another, smaller
plane that would take him on the next leg of his journey.  

  

	Ray sat in the hospital room reading a magazine...or rather trying
to read a magazine. His mind was hundreds of miles away, wondering how
Benny was and if he would succeed. He looked at the figure on the bed in
front of him and frowned. She looked paler than ever and her breathing
seemed slower. As he watched, her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at
him with a wry grin. 

	"Disappointed that I'm not dead yet, Detective? If you wait a few
hours, you might manage to accidentally pull the plug on my life support
machine." 

	"You know, I was just thinking the same thing. Seriously, how are
you feeling, Inspector?" 

	She grinned weakly, "I have felt better." She struggled to sit up
and Ray reached over and helped her get comfortable. "Have you heard
anything from Benton?" 

	"No, but I really don't expect to until he gets back. Meanwhile, I
have my hands full making sure that you will be waiting for him when he
returns."  

	"We both know that the odds are against that, Detective. I'm
getting weaker by the hour and I can barely feel my hands and feet
anymore." She bit her lip and quickly looked down, but not before Ray
caught the glimmer of tears in her eyes.  

	He sat on the side of the bed and reached out, gathering her in
his arms. "Never thought this would ever happen, huh, Meg?" he said,
rocking her gently. 

	She laughed. "Why not, Ray? Just because you and I have never
liked each other..." Her laugh turned to a soft sob. "I am so scared of
what's happening to me, Ray. I'm not ready to die!" 

	He held her while she cried, and talked to her. "Well, you're not
going to die, yet and do you know why? Because I promised Benny that I'd
keep you alive for him. He has had more than his share of heartache and if
you make him happy, then I want him to have you. Besides, there ain't many
people can hold their own in a match with me. You keep me on my toes." 

	His words seemed to help as her sobs quieted and she rested in his
arms for a moment. "Thank you, Ray." 

  

	Even though the man at the airport had warned Benton that the
blizzard made travel near impossible, he had still made the arrangements
requested and wished him luck. The trip had included helicopter,
snowmobile, and dog sled, but he was almost to his destination. He could
see the smoke rising from the village a short distance ahead. The village
shaman would have what he needed...he had to have it...Meg was depending
on him. That was his last thought as the sled pulled into the center of
the village and Benton collapsed with exhaustion. 

	And the first thought on his mind when he awoke, hours later in
the house of a village elder. He tried to explain who he was and what he
needed, but the villagers just smiled and told him everything would be
alright, he just needed to slow down. He had always appreciated the
relaxed pace of the Inuit life, but now he found it frustrating. Finally,
after he had bathed, changed and eaten, the family leader agreed to take
him to the house of the village shaman. He left him at the door, smiling
and motioning for Benton to enter.  

	He did and found himself in an empty room. No, there was someone
by the fire. She rose and turned to face him. 

	Victoria 

	Neither moved nor spoke nor even breathed. The room was silent
except for the crackling of the fire.  

	"You came," she said. "I'm glad to see you again, even though I
know you're here for her, not for me."	

	"I need the antidote." 

	"...to save HER life. " 

	"Yes...why did you do it, Victoria?" 

	"Because you love her. Did what we had mean so little to you that
you could just turn to someone else?" 

	"What we had was so wrong...neither of us could be who we really
were...to be true to ourselves meant we couldn't be together. Deep inside,
you know that's true. I will always love you, Victoria, but I can't be
with someone who won't let me be true to myself...or with someone I keep
wanting to change." 

	"And you can be true to yourself with her...you can be happy with
someone other than me?" 

	She walked towards him, slowly dropping the blanket she had
wrapped around herself. The firelight gleamed on the white silk gown she
wore and picked out the highlights in her dark hair. 

	"You don't think about me...dream about me...want me?" 

	She stood in front of him, now, looking up into his eyes. She
reached up, slipping her arms around his neck and meeting his lips with
her own. 

	When she pulled back, Benton removed her arms from his neck and
gently pushed her away from him, smiling sadly. 

	"No, Victoria, I don't. I wasn't really sure until this moment,
but I don't want you any more. The only woman I want is lying in a
hospital bed in Chicago fighting for her life. Please, if you ever cared
for me, let me save her." 

	Victoria turned away. "I thought if you saw me again, if we could
be alone together again that everything would go back to how it used to
be...but it won't. You really do love her, don't you." 

	"Yes, I do." 

	She walked into the other room and returned with a small vial of
liquid. "Here is what you want. I hope you get back in time." 

	"If I don't, I'll be back to arrest you for murder. The only
reason I'm not taking you with me..." 

	"Is because it would delay you're return to your precious Meg. So
hurry up and go. I hope you will be happy with her." 

	Benton turned to go. 

	"Someday, you will find the right person...someone who can accept
you for who you are...or someone you will be willing to change for." 

	As he left, Victoria did something she hadn't done in a long time.
She cried. 

  

  

	In the hospital, Ray sat by Meg's bedside watching...watching her
chest rise and fall...watching the line on her heart monitor go up and
down...watching the doctors and nurses shaking their heads as they checked
her vitals...and watching the clock. Where was Benny? She had slipped into
a coma early this morning. He hadn't left her side for more than a moment
in the last two days. His family had brought him clothes to change into
and had made sure that he ate. He held her hand and prayed like he hadn't
prayed in a very long time.  

Voices in the hall seemed an answer to those prayers. The door opened for
Benny, followed by a highly agitated doctor. 

	"We can't just administer this drug to her without testing it. It
may worsen her condition or even kill her." 

	Benton looked at Ray and then at Meg. 

	Ray spoke up. "She's dying right now. This stuff couldn't make
things much worse and if Benny thinks it's the cure, then I'd be willing
to bet my own life that it is the cure." 

	Benny looked at him gratefully and looked back at the doctor,
holding out the vial. "Please..." 

	The doctor shrugged and took it. "You'll have to sign a waiver..."


  

  

	Meg felt herself rising towards a bright light. There was
something waiting for her there, something peaceful and comforting. As she
started forward, she heard a slight cough. She looked around to see a man
in a red uniform. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place
him.  

	"Are you sure you're ready to go there?" he asked. 

	"What concern is it of yours?" she asked, squinting slightly to
try to read his nametag. <You mean I'd still need glasses in Heaven?>  

	"Well, actually I'm a little concerned about my son, Benton
Fraser." 

	"Robert Fraser!" she gasped, "But you're dead!" 

	"I wish everyone wouldn't feel the need to remind me of that." 

	She paused. "Am I...?" 

	"Dead? No, not yet...but you're pretty close. I just want you to
look at what you're leaving behind." 

	She turned and looked back. She could see herself lying on the
hospital bed. Benton was sitting beside her, holding her hand as he stared
down at her face, as if his willpower alone could keep her breathing. Ray
stood behind him, hands on his shoulders offering silent support. As she
watched, Benton leaned over her still form and placed a tender kiss on her
soft lips. In that instant, she knew she had to be with him and raced back
without a backward glance. 

	"I thought so..." the ghost smiled to himself. 

  

  

	As Benton straightened up, Meg's hand tightened on his and her
eyelids fluttered. He turned to Ray. "Did you see that?" 

	"Do it again." 

	Benton kissed her again and this time her eyelids opened and
stayed that way. Her weak smile was answered by two brilliant ones, Ray
slapped Benton on the back and rushed out to get the doctor while Benton
bent down close.   

	"Welcome back, my love, welcome home." 

  

	After Meg had properly recovered and was released from the
hospital, she and Constable Benton Fraser had a proper whirlwind
courtship, followed by a quite proper fairytale wedding. The groom wore
his dress uniform and the bride wore an elegant gown of the palest pink,
which, even though it wasn't red, still suited her. In time, they produced
two beautiful children who weren't quite perfect or always quite proper,
but in the eyes of their parents were quite properly, perfectly wonderful.


  

  

	Oh, and they all lived happily ever after.