| A career nowhere near ordinary |
[Mar. 2nd, 2009|09:42 pm] |
Who: Benton Fraser and Meg Thatcher
What: Thatcher visits Fraser
Where: RCMP Depot Division, Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
Warnings: Unlikely to be needed PG-13 for sexual themes, no explicit content
Diefenbaker had made his objections loudly known when she had crated him for transport, but the invocation of Fraser's name seemed to have the desired effect on him. Or perhaps it was her explanation that animals being so transported were frequently tranquilised, something she was loathe to do to him unless he proved that he was incapable of behaving appropriately. Fortunately she had not had to wait too long to fetch him from the airport after she had de-planed; otherwise she feared he would chew through the carrier wall. Or perhaps somehow contrive to undo the latch with his teeth. Or his tail. She would not put either tactic past him.
She thought she was braced for the wave of homesickness that would hit her when she first approached the Depot grounds, but it was a tsunami, not merely a wave. The buildings. The landscape. Most of all, the cadets marching as she once had marched. She remembers counting to six in unison with the rest of her troop when they were learning how to march. She remembers the first time she pulled on her High Browns, and when she first realised that she no longer noticed the pressure of the leather against her calves.
She wonders where her troop members are now, back home, and if they miss her.
She swallows, and moves forward, looking for Benton Fraser. |
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