From Laurie Strode:
Thought I should write the birthday fic writer a birthday fic, not the best but good intentions were meant.
Benton Fraser tore the sheets off himself.
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.
"You should wear more red, it suits you." He finally turned and shut his eyes.