redcap

due South -
[PG] for barely even hinted at M/M slash between Ben and RayK.
Contains spoilers for pre-'due South.'

Disclaimer: dS characters aren't mine, so the voices tell me. But I never listen.


Once upon a time there was a Mountie who was loved by everyone who looked at him, but who no one really knew. He was a sad, lonely man with a deaf half wolf for a companion and bright red serge to hide behind.

As a boy, he had lived in the North Whitewoods with his mother who loved him very much. She had given him everything he needed but what he wanted most, time. She died quite young. His father, a Mountie, took him to live with his grandparents . Before he left, he vowed, “Son, I promise you two things. I’ll always.. no... well actually, just one promise... I've forgotten the other one but the important one is: work hard and be brave, and someday you’ll wear the red serge, just like me.”

So, the boy worked hard and learned to put on a brave face. He listened to the elders and tried to keep their ways and minded, as well, what his grandmother taught him. But at night he dreamed of being wrapped in warm red serge.



One day, the unthinkable happened, his father was dead. He mustered through and shed not a tear, as he had done when his mother and grandparents had passed, and he found, it came easier now--he was a Mountie, he wore the red serge. He also had a purpose; to find the killers of his father. But he had to venture far from his beloved woods into the dirty dark city to follow their trail.

In the city, he met a pasta loving, silk wearing green-eyed fox, who, oblivious to what was in front of his rather prominent nose, just became his friend. And with his new friend’s help, the killers were caught, but for his effort, the Mountie was banished from the woods. So, he stayed in the city to hunt with the fox.

Time passed as he delved deeper and deeper into the city. With his sleek fox friend close by his side, he went on many successful hunts during which many tried to claim his love. He was happy enough with their pointless pursuit--nothing got past his red serge but for one time, when he met again with a woodland spider. And nearly died from it’s bite. It had used candlelight to bewitch him, realizing the false glow could rend his red serge. Only a ghost and a silver bullet saved the Mountie that time; and the ghost was only after his hat.


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