Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP (chicagomountie) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-02-04 22:12:00 |
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Current location: | London, England |
Entry tags: | constable benton fraser, inspector meg thatcher |
The hard light of day
Who: Constable Benton Fraser and Inspector Meg Thatcher
What: Where to go from here?
When: The morning after this post
Where: Safehouse in London
Warnings: None. That I know of.
He doesn't remember falling asleep. But when consciousness does come once more, he finds himself again disoriented. The bed he is asleep in does not feel familiar: the mattress is softer, the sheets smoother, and perhaps, most importantly-- he is not alone.
Meg Thatcher is curled against him here as he lies on his back, his left arm wrapped around her, their limbs a tangle in the rumpled sheets.
He shifts position, and as he does so, it comes back to him in a crashing flood of conscious recollection: they were both pulled from the world they knew, from the lives they had made, thrown into chaos and confusion. As of a few hours ago, Fraser has let himself take refuge in the one familiar thing left to him: the woman who was, until just recently, his superior officer.
Whether this was the right decision remains to be seen. What has been done cannot be undone. And now, he has no excuse of hierarchy or the dictates of regulations to hide behind.
Oh dear.