another one

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it's much shorter, though. and a little strange. oh, well.



The snow was falling ever heavier, obscuring my vision, obscuring the trail I followed. Darkness was fast approaching, the wind was picking up, and I had been forced to abandon my supplies late yesterday afternoon. It seemed as if nature itself was conspiring against me.

Even though death seemed a certainty, I knew I would press onwards. I would make the arrest, or I would die. ‘Determined, tenacious, a true Fraser’, my father would say. ‘You’d cut off your nose to spite your face,’ would be my grandmother’s opinion. Pride, tenacity, stupidity – whatever it was that drove me, I knew that I would not quit, not as long as I had breath in my body.

Suddenly, there she was. Curled into a tight ball, huddling from the whipping wind in the lea of a cliff, she looked more like a beaten animal than a hardened criminal. Still, I approached her slowly, cautiously.

Somehow, she must have heard me. She lifted her head, flinging a heavy curtain of hair off her face. She turned to face me, and as her dark eyes met mine, I felt my heart stutter in my chest, my breath caught, and then. . .

Everything changed.



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mostly, i think the writers put victoria in to give us a reason why fraser was so reticent around women, never realizing how crazy it would make us, not knowing what her motivations were.