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crack_van2010-05-10 08:29 pm
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Missing Her by Calathea (G)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: None
Length: 1,490 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calathea
Author Website: Her Website
Why this must be read:
This is a pitch-perfect backstory for Benton Fraser's childhood. Set roughly two years after his mother's murder, Fraser and his grandparents lives are upended by a visit from Fraser's father . . . because of a rather common-looking trunk.
Calathea has written a fic that lets us see the kind of man Benton Fraser will one day become by the kind of events that happen in his childhood. It's quite easy to be swept into the story through the practical nature of his grandparents, the stoicism in his father's personality and wee!Fraser's natural curiosity.
The reader's heart will constrict as the story reaches its bittersweet end.
Benton was eight the summer they moved to Aklavik. The house they rented was bigger than usual - two bedrooms, a large living room, even a sizeable kitchen. His grandmother muttered under her breath about the standards of cleanliness of the previous tenants and spent most of their first day in the house scrubbing the kitchen floor. His grandfather shook his head over the likely cost of heating the house in the winter. Benton, though, was delighted with his new home; with the novelty of having his own room, by his grandfather's promise that they would stay at least a year.
They been living there about two weeks when Benton's father arrived, bouncing over the rutted road in a Jeep packed with boxes. Benton ran out to greet him. "Dad! Dad! I didn't know you were coming!" He threw his arms around his father's waist.
For a moment, his father didn't move, stayed stiff and unresponsive. Then he reached one hand up and ruffled Benton's hair, before pushing at his shoulder a little to detach him. "Hello, son," he said, before raising a hand in greeting to Benton's grandparents.
Later that day, he helped his father and grandfather unload the Jeep. As he walked back and forth with the smaller boxes, stacking them just inside the door, he caught fragments of their conversation. "...moving on from my current posting," his father was saying. "Nowhere to store..."
His grandfather was nodding. "We'll look after it, son."
Missing Her (Link goes to AO3)
Pairing: None
Length: 1,490 words
Author on LJ:
calatheaAuthor Website: Her Website
Why this must be read:
This is a pitch-perfect backstory for Benton Fraser's childhood. Set roughly two years after his mother's murder, Fraser and his grandparents lives are upended by a visit from Fraser's father . . . because of a rather common-looking trunk.
Calathea has written a fic that lets us see the kind of man Benton Fraser will one day become by the kind of events that happen in his childhood. It's quite easy to be swept into the story through the practical nature of his grandparents, the stoicism in his father's personality and wee!Fraser's natural curiosity.
The reader's heart will constrict as the story reaches its bittersweet end.
Benton was eight the summer they moved to Aklavik. The house they rented was bigger than usual - two bedrooms, a large living room, even a sizeable kitchen. His grandmother muttered under her breath about the standards of cleanliness of the previous tenants and spent most of their first day in the house scrubbing the kitchen floor. His grandfather shook his head over the likely cost of heating the house in the winter. Benton, though, was delighted with his new home; with the novelty of having his own room, by his grandfather's promise that they would stay at least a year.
They been living there about two weeks when Benton's father arrived, bouncing over the rutted road in a Jeep packed with boxes. Benton ran out to greet him. "Dad! Dad! I didn't know you were coming!" He threw his arms around his father's waist.
For a moment, his father didn't move, stayed stiff and unresponsive. Then he reached one hand up and ruffled Benton's hair, before pushing at his shoulder a little to detach him. "Hello, son," he said, before raising a hand in greeting to Benton's grandparents.
Later that day, he helped his father and grandfather unload the Jeep. As he walked back and forth with the smaller boxes, stacking them just inside the door, he caught fragments of their conversation. "...moving on from my current posting," his father was saying. "Nowhere to store..."
His grandfather was nodding. "We'll look after it, son."
Missing Her (Link goes to AO3)