From Laurie Strode:
Thought I should
write the birthday fic writer a birthday fic, not the best but good intentions
were meant.
Rated G
Benton Fraser tore the sheets off himself.
"God..."
The figure next to him awoke, "What is it?"
"I had the worst nightmare."
"What? About what?"
"I dreamt I was in Chicago."
"The States aren't that bad," The figure rolled over trying to get back to sleep.
"That wasn't the worst part. There were these incompetent Americans, And I... I was a mountie!"
The figure let a giggle escape their lips. "We've been playing Dudly and Nell too much that's all."
"And I kept seeing my father..."
"You saw him last week, I don't see what's soo odd about that."
"He was dead! And I had a wolf... Actually half wolf... and a partner who was replaced by someone who didn't look a thing like him, but he was supposed to be him..... and something to do with a flock of turtles...."
"Go to sleep dear."
"Alright Moo." Benton Fraser lied back down for a minute, but then sat up again.
"Moo?"
"Yes dear?"
"You
should wear more red, it suits you." He finally turned and shut his eyes.