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Title: Ellen X Matt X Bob
Author: K1P2PSSO
Rating: G
Pairing: implied
Word count: ~450
Warnings: Hunting Season
Summary/Notes: Pre (Hunting) Season
She watched the fire renew its dance before shutting the fire grate. Then she hauled back, sitting on her heels, her thoughts melancholy.
The Mountie stirred in the bed, but did not waken. Arriving sometime during the short semi twilight, he was miserably chilled by unending rain. Not a word passed between them as he peeled off layers of soaked clothing. Even in summer, Mounties wore an insane number of garments.
She took each bit of material as it was proffered, hanging it on an empty tanning rack. She reckoned the need to build another one, once full daylight came.
When the man faltered, unable or unwilling to remove the undergarment closest to his skin, she stepped in, deftly removing the garment just as she had done many times for Matt. The Mountie did not resist her efforts.
Her Matt had been consigned to the earth, the ‘til death do us parted, done. He'd found the mother lode and she'd lost hers in his death. Foolish man, he'd wanted more than a subsistence life from this harsh land. He wanted his wife to be able to wear fashionable furs, not tanning the hides for others. He wanted to give a gold wedding band with nugget earrings to match.
That was not to be, nor was any child bearing his genetics forthcoming. They tried mightily, wearing down the mattress springs. But there was no life in the springs, and no life from his loins.
The Mountie never spoke of himself, or his family. She learned from townsfolk that he was a widower, and that his parents cared for the child left behind. Ellen admired the man, always so formal, shy, and incredibly kind. And she could sense he was lonely, still emotionally committed to a ghost.
The Mountie stirred, murmuring softly, lost midst his dreams, and she snugged the comforter closer to his body. “Come to bed, love,” she heard distinctly now. Despite knowing it was not an invitation to her, she chose to seek solace in his arms. Her Matt was gone, and his Caroline long gone; and still life seeks life. Slowly she doffed her own union suit, and slid next to her visitor, warm and soft and comforting in all the familiar ways. Ellen came to his bed as succubus, intent on loving, intent on creating new life within herself, for herself and Matt.
***
Matthew Stern died in April 1969. Maggie (Stern) Mackenzie came into the world on May 12, 1970, never knowing Matt Stern or that Matt was not her sire. Ellen never disclosed that bit of trivia to anyone, ever.
And Bob never questioned.
Title: Ellen X Matt X Bob
Author: K1P2PSSO
Rating: G
Pairing: implied
Word count: ~450
Warnings: Hunting Season
Summary/Notes: Pre (Hunting) Season
She watched the fire renew its dance before shutting the fire grate. Then she hauled back, sitting on her heels, her thoughts melancholy.
The Mountie stirred in the bed, but did not waken. Arriving sometime during the short semi twilight, he was miserably chilled by unending rain. Not a word passed between them as he peeled off layers of soaked clothing. Even in summer, Mounties wore an insane number of garments.
She took each bit of material as it was proffered, hanging it on an empty tanning rack. She reckoned the need to build another one, once full daylight came.
When the man faltered, unable or unwilling to remove the undergarment closest to his skin, she stepped in, deftly removing the garment just as she had done many times for Matt. The Mountie did not resist her efforts.
Her Matt had been consigned to the earth, the ‘til death do us parted, done. He'd found the mother lode and she'd lost hers in his death. Foolish man, he'd wanted more than a subsistence life from this harsh land. He wanted his wife to be able to wear fashionable furs, not tanning the hides for others. He wanted to give a gold wedding band with nugget earrings to match.
That was not to be, nor was any child bearing his genetics forthcoming. They tried mightily, wearing down the mattress springs. But there was no life in the springs, and no life from his loins.
The Mountie never spoke of himself, or his family. She learned from townsfolk that he was a widower, and that his parents cared for the child left behind. Ellen admired the man, always so formal, shy, and incredibly kind. And she could sense he was lonely, still emotionally committed to a ghost.
The Mountie stirred, murmuring softly, lost midst his dreams, and she snugged the comforter closer to his body. “Come to bed, love,” she heard distinctly now. Despite knowing it was not an invitation to her, she chose to seek solace in his arms. Her Matt was gone, and his Caroline long gone; and still life seeks life. Slowly she doffed her own union suit, and slid next to her visitor, warm and soft and comforting in all the familiar ways. Ellen came to his bed as succubus, intent on loving, intent on creating new life within herself, for herself and Matt.
***
Matthew Stern died in April 1969. Maggie (Stern) Mackenzie came into the world on May 12, 1970, never knowing Matt Stern or that Matt was not her sire. Ellen never disclosed that bit of trivia to anyone, ever.
And Bob never questioned.
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 09:42 pm (UTC)I wonder what kind of 007 Paul Gross could have played (I am reminded of the DS epi ODDS.
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Date: 2006-10-28 09:51 pm (UTC)I think Paul Gross' 007 would've been a little different from Fraser's 007, you know? Fraser would have run away from all the bikini-clad women. Heh.
Btw, the cut-tag thing. The convention on this community is that you hide the story behind a cut-tag, so it doesn't take up lots of space on people's flists -- do you know how to do that? You put <lj-cut text="Name of story here"> at the beginning of the story (but after your intro bit), and </lj-cut> at the end.
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Date: 2006-10-28 10:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, Fraser could never be that suave. I picture him in 'The Deal' backing up into the mannequin, as opposed to examining the fine workmanship on the leather bustier. Although, I suppose he could do it for queen and country, while maintaining the right stiff... upper lip.
And being more like Christopher Reeves' Clark Kent than Superman, I suppose.
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Date: 2006-10-29 12:19 am (UTC)Fraser as 007 would try to redeem all the bad guys by telling them Inuit stories! ;-)
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Date: 2006-10-29 05:29 am (UTC)