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Title: That Broken Promise
Author: Cicero
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Robert Fraser/Caroline Fraser
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert Fraser has some regrets.
Email Address: Cicerothewriter@livejournal.com
Categories: Drama, Angst
Feedback notes: Any kind of feedback will be appreciated, even if you just write me a one-line email telling me that you've read the story, and I will be happy.
Warnings: Gen fic. References to death. This was written in ten minutes and un-betaed.
Notes: I was watching the Due South pilot instead of grading papers, and it reminded me of how much I love Gordon Pinsent (in this and in Red Green).
Disclaimer: I don't own Due South. I am writing this for fun, not profit.

Robert Fraser looked down at his son, sleeping peacefully on his bedroll, framed by the dingy floor. Diefenbaker was lying on the bed, woofing softly in his lupine dreams. Fraser smiled at that before his thoughts turned less pleasant.

Benton had alway wanted a pet, and Caroline had finally convinced him to find one. Robert admitted, only to himself, that while he could have refused Benton on the condition that he was too young and too irresponsible to own an animal, he could never refuse his wife. His love.

So during the summer, Robert Fraser went looking for that special pet. His searches were interrupted by cases that he had to solve, RMCP business, and finally, the last communication from his wife. She was dying.

When Robert Fraser finally arrived at their home, exhausted from his trip wherein he had not slept for four days, he found that he was too late. All he could do was gaze at her dead, yet still beautiful body, and hold her cold hand.

Benton was at his grandparents. To Fraser, it looked as though he had been crying, but Ben's face was composed and his lips set. Yet his eyes were wide and bright. Benton reminded Robert of his wife, and for some reason that had made him mad.

Benton never did get that dog, and of all the things that he had done, Robert Fraser regretted that the most. He had done the unthinkable and broken a promise to his wife and to his son. Once he had realized this, it seemed too late to rectify the mistake.

Later, as he gasped for breath, as his warm blood melted the snow beneath his back, that broken promise lay heavy on his mind.



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