More gifts to go around

[themountie]

((Backdated to Christmas!))Fraser had been on leave since November, and he was going completely stir-crazy. With absolutely nothing better to do, he'd gotten a little gift-crazy. As usual, he'd preferred to make his presents by hand; this had proved to be his salvation for the last month

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[robinthepuck]

What was this, now?

Robin had, admittedly, almost completely forgotten about one Benton Fraser. Nothing against the Mountie personally, of course. It was just... Well, when you were as old as the Puck was, you tended to have faces and names all blur together. Especially when there wasn't anything more to said name or face than one nice kiss and a momentarily amusing prank. Dear Bacchus, if he kept meticulous track of everyone he shared that with, he'd of run out of brain space in his first century!

So, yes, when he received the owl and the gift, he was momentarily confused. The name rang a bell, but why?

It took him a few hours, but he finally recalled dear, sweet Ben and was utterly delighted at the fact the man had thought of him. He was more delighted that there was an apparent mix up of some kind. Now, a kind person would gently correct the good Constable. But Robin was...well, he was a Puck. So he gleeful seized the opportunity.

Why not? He didn't have anything better to do that day.

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Ben,

Please, don't think of apologizing. It was a horrible time; I'm simply glad that it's over and done with.

I must admit, I was surprised to get your letter. And the gift was extremely thoughtful - you must remember that night we spent in front of the fireplace in my room, spread out on the rug with candles all around, and we made love until we both were too exhausted to move. You always were so beautiful in firelight, my dear.

I hope that your Christmas is merry, Ben, and please accept this gift as a token of my deep affections. If ever you lack companionship, please remember me fondly.

Yours,

R. Goodfellow

(The owl is also carrying a framed picture that Robin had purchased the last time he'd been through the Yukon. Fifty years was quite a while to keep a sketch knocking around, but the Inuit woman he'd traded with it for had been especially...kind. Robin was nothing if not sentimental.)

[themountie]

Fraser was simultaneously relieved and unnerved by Robin's reply: on the one hand, he was glad that he apparently was on the right track with his memories, and that Robin wasn't angry with him for accusing him of lying. On the other hand... it wasn't the most reassuring letter he'd ever gotten in his life. Spread out on the rug? "Oh, dear," he sighed.

He wound up staring at the note, and the picture, for quite a while before he replied.

Robin,

Thank you kindly for the picture. It's a nice reminder of home, and I have only a few of those here.

I'm afraid I don't remember the night you mentioned, although... I'm sure you're quite right that it happened and I'm sorry I don't remember it!

As for the candle, I just remembered you saying that you enjoyed your time in the Yukon, and I thought you might like something that might bring that to mind, as well as provide a little light and warmth.

I hope you have a good Christmas and a happy New Year. I don't think that It's probably not I'm sure I'll be seeing you around the school.

-Fra Ben