On A Clear Day
from Twogether. A rather odd story written on hearing about Victoria's
Secret. Hadn't actually seen it when I wrote this.Victoria
pressed the back of the phone booth receiver against her mouth, ignoring its coldness. I
got away clean, so why am I here?, but asking herself that was useless self-deception,
she understood perfectly well why she was back. She had to know. It should be so easy to
walk away and be content that she had all but destroyed the mans life. Maybe caused
his death. But it really wasnt so simple. She still couldnt understand why,
but she knew that she loved him. Loved and hated him. Resented the ten lost years, the
years he had taken from her when it would have been so easy to let her go. If he had
really loved her, if they had truly met the other half of each others souls on that
bleak mountain, he should have been able to let her go, not steal a decade of her life. So
much of her life that she could never regain.
didnt know who to call. She couldnt call Frasers friend, hed be
suspicious of any questions, no matter how she disguised her voice. The Consulate.
the call and listened to Jasmines interminable bilingual answering routine, nodding
her head with impatience as she waited to ask her question. Finally Jasmine finished.
Fraser, is he..."
didnt finish before a gloved hand pushed the hook down, hanging up the call.
what do you think youre ... oh, its you." She stared into his eyes,
feeling her heart sink into her stomach. She should have just kept on running. His eyes
were grim and non-reflective, his grip firm and determined as he took her arm. She would
have expected him to still be at the hospital. She was surprised to see him out and around
already. "How did you find me?"
wasnt hard. I knew youd be back. I knew theres no way youd leave;
your feelings were too strong. I dont care any more if its love or hate, but I
knew youd be back."
He led her
to the waiting car, and she didnt pull away. In a way she felt she deserved to go
back to jail, just for being so stupid to come back, so much in love with one man that she
gave up her chance for freedom. All of that careful planning ¾ Vecchio had destroyed
everything with his careless shot. She nearly had Fraser, she nearly had everything. To
come so close and to lose everything. She sighed, her head bowed in defeat as they drove.
suppose youre going to turn me in?" He was silent.
would be pointless to ask you ..." she let the sentence fade, it would be useless to
ask. "I never meant to... for what happened to happen. You must believe me."
He kept his
eyes on the road, his mouth set. He didnt seem angry, not that she could tell
anyway. Just resolute, immovable.
dont have to do this..." she really didnt expect leniency, not this time,
but she didnt like the silence.
a promise," he said, finally.
a duty, really."
After everything thats happened, you still care about duty? I dont understand,
I dont understand at all." She could feel the tears well up, tears of
frustration and anger. Of everything she could imagine, duty was the last thing she
expected to hear from this man, not now, not after...
wasnt that long before he pulled the car to a halt, and she got out unbidden,
following him. There was no point in running right now, but shed take any chance she
could if she thought she could get away later.
realised, "This isnt the police station," she said, looking around the
baseball stadium. "Why did you bring me here?"
with me," he said simply, holding his hand out to her, gesturing gently for her to
up the stairs, Ray holding her hand, forestalling any attempts to run by the implacable
determination of his grip. His blank expression as much as the restriction of his hand
stopped her running. He was a cop, there was nothing he could do here, she told herself,
trying to squash the feelings of foreboding. She didnt want to let fear ruining any
chances she could find to escape.
The years in
a cold jail had taken away some of her fitness, but she was proud that she was only
slightly out of breath by the time they reached the top. Shed worked hard to keep
her figure in shape, to make sure she stayed attractive for Fraser when she was released.
She was proud of the fact her stomach did not wrinkle when she sat down, proud of her
firmness and her perfect skin. Would another 10 years or more in jail take that all from
her? She would be old when she came out. But then, if he was still alive, so would Fraser.
One way or another, dead or alive, they would always be together. He would never forget
take your shoes off," he asked politely. Confused, she did so. She didnt want
to make things harder than they were already going to be, and besides, out of these shoes
she could probably run faster if given a chance to get away. She took them off and made to
hand them to him, but he just gestured to her to put them on the floor.
He moved his
hand broadly ¾ indicating she should look out over the city. "Dont you think,
from here, if you really squinted, you could see all the way to Canada?"
She moved to
stand beside him, placing her hands on the railing at the top of the stadium to see where
he was pointing. "Its too smoggy, I cant see anything."
okay," he said, draping an arm companionably around her shoulders. "It
that why you brought me here? To see the view? You said you had a duty, so why arent
I in a jail cell by now?"
yes. But I have promises to keep before I do my duty," he said, taking her hand bag
from her and hanging it neatly from the rail.
promises?" she asked, an ice cold finger of dread tracing the bumps in her spine.
to you. I told you, if you hurt him, Id kill you," he said gently, lifting her
up into his arms like a new groom carrying his bride over the threshold, and easing over
the railings, making sure her hands cleared the building so she couldnt scrabble for
didnt have time to scream, didnt even have time to realise she was going to
die before she hit the pavement.