Transportation Challenge
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ds_flashfictionI've just finished rewatching the pilot episode and Mountie on the Bounty, and it's very noticable, I'm afraid, in this response to the transportation challenge. With that said, I give you
Coming Home
by Ekaterinn
Benton Fraser dozed uncomfortably on the cramped airplane seat, half-listening to the noises of his fellow passengers and airline attendents as the plane began to descend from its cruising altitude. Flying into O'Hare always reminded him of the first time he'd come to Chicago; the airport was alien, full of foreign scents and way too many other people. He'd felt like a stranger in a strange land, as his grandmother would have put it, before he'd even reached the city. In a way, of course, he had always felt like that, alone and in exile, even when flying through the Canadian wilderness on dog sled, going further and further north.
But Ray Kowalski would be meeting him at the airport, with his gorgeous, infectious grin, shining like a flare in the winter darkness admist the press of the crowd. They'll spend the week in Chicago, packing up Ray's apartment, saying goodbye to friends at the station, even calling Ray Vecchio and Stella in Florida. And then they'll make the long trip north again - by car, most of the way, for what Ray insisted on calling "the Great Trans-American-Canadian Road Trip of Yet More Greatness", until they reached the Territories, where they'll have to use less conventional means of transportation.
Ben knew that they didn't have it all figured out, worried that Ray may find living in the snow and isolation intolerable after all, fretted about his own stubbornness and Ray's clashing irrevocably. But as the plane touched down on the runway, he smiled, almost involuntarily, in anticipation. For Ben had found wherever Ray was, in Chicago or Yukon or Timbuktu, Ben was home.
Coming Home
by Ekaterinn
Benton Fraser dozed uncomfortably on the cramped airplane seat, half-listening to the noises of his fellow passengers and airline attendents as the plane began to descend from its cruising altitude. Flying into O'Hare always reminded him of the first time he'd come to Chicago; the airport was alien, full of foreign scents and way too many other people. He'd felt like a stranger in a strange land, as his grandmother would have put it, before he'd even reached the city. In a way, of course, he had always felt like that, alone and in exile, even when flying through the Canadian wilderness on dog sled, going further and further north.
But Ray Kowalski would be meeting him at the airport, with his gorgeous, infectious grin, shining like a flare in the winter darkness admist the press of the crowd. They'll spend the week in Chicago, packing up Ray's apartment, saying goodbye to friends at the station, even calling Ray Vecchio and Stella in Florida. And then they'll make the long trip north again - by car, most of the way, for what Ray insisted on calling "the Great Trans-American-Canadian Road Trip of Yet More Greatness", until they reached the Territories, where they'll have to use less conventional means of transportation.
Ben knew that they didn't have it all figured out, worried that Ray may find living in the snow and isolation intolerable after all, fretted about his own stubbornness and Ray's clashing irrevocably. But as the plane touched down on the runway, he smiled, almost involuntarily, in anticipation. For Ben had found wherever Ray was, in Chicago or Yukon or Timbuktu, Ben was home.
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