Double Vision   
 
 Disclaimer: All characters belong to Alliance, I truely wish they were
 mine. They're such fun to play with. I got the idea from the end of an
 episode whose name escapes me. but I often wondered how to characters
 met. Unfortunately, the story and the characters have minds of their
 own, so the story doesn't end the same as in the afore entioned episode.
 Many thanks to the actors for making the characters such a joy to write
 about. No profit was gained and only a lot of fun was had. Comments
 are welcome, but please be kind as this is my first dive in to the
 Archive. mbh2mt2d@webtv.com
 
 Rating R/NC17 depending whic way your mind slants.
 Romance Fraser/Francesca Francesca/male
 Double Vision 
 By Marybeth Weber
 
 Things were pretty normal around the Bullpen that day, until Frannie
 came to work. Fraser always found it a little disconcerting when Ray's
 sister came around. There was always a chemistry between the two of
 them, but, Fraser, having been raised in the Northwest Territories,
 rarely had the opportunity to hone his social skills with women--let
 alone date many. Plus his duties kept him busier than he'd liked.
 Needless to say, he always got tongue-tied around flirty Francesa.
 
 Lately, though, Francesca also seemed more preoccupied and definitely
 more flustered around him.. He'd asked Ray on several occations what the
 problem was , but always Ray said, "Who knows? It's Frannie, Fraser,
 YOU ask her." "Well I tried, Ray, but for once she won't say anything.
 All she does is look at me like a scared fawn and spill her coffee all
 over me." "Fraser, it'll probably pass, whatever it is." "If you say so,
 Ray, but I really don't think. . ." "Look, if she's really upset about
 something, it'll come out eventually."
 
 Francesca was having a hard time dealing with the latest trauma
 involving her unrequited feeling for Benton Fraser of the RMPC. It
 seems the man with whom she was so smitten had just moved into the
 vacant apartment in the building across the street from the house she
 lived in with her family. Her normally flirty nature suddenly left her
 when she realized his bedroom window faced hers.
 
 Frannie never went against her outgoing nature, but with Fraser, she
 really could'nt help herself. Befre she knew what was happening, she
 was seriously over her head and meaning every word she said and
 everything she did. Faser, on the other hand, never recipricated any of
 her feelings, at least he didn't show it. All he ever did was turn as
 red as his serge and catch a severe case of butterfingers.
 
 She first discovered he had moved in on a particularly warm night. She
 was lying on her bed reading an especially trashy novel when she spotted
 the body of a gorgeous man walkilng across the room across the street.
 He was bare-chested because of the heat, and wearing the tightest pair
 of jeans. Frannie was all alone in the house as her family, including
 Ray, were all in Florida visiting their aunt. With nothing better to do
 and because she couldn't help herself she started to watch the man. He
 was to say the least, beautiful. His face was obscured from view
 because the shade was half drawn, but the body was to die for--wide
 shoulders, tapered waist, washboard abs, popping biceps, and those jeans
 didn't hide anythig either. She layed there fantasizing and thinking
 about Fraser. The body strolled across the room, rubbing his chest
 idly. He too seemed bored. He walked with a slow loping grace,
 stopping here and there to fidget with something or other. Then he
 stopped in front of the window. An arm went up and braced against the
 window jamb, and the other hand dipped into the waistband of his jeans,
 hooking there so the band dipped to show the crisp , curly hair below
 his navel.
 
 Franie's mouth went dry and her hand went to her throat to rest there
 while she got warmer and warmer. The body's hand slowly came up and
 rubbed against hlis pectorial muscles. Frannie's fingers began to itch.
 She could just feel Fraser's smooth, firm skin beneath her fingertips.
 Then one of his hands came up and released the shade the rest of the
 way, and Franie found herself staring into the most familiar blue eyes.
 She ran to the window and stuck her head out. What her eyes registered
 made her shreek in shock. He started when he heard her. Frannie,
 realizing she had his attention, pulled herself back in the window and
 leaned against the side wall out of sight. "Oh my God!" she peeked
 again and he was still there. He wasleaning out his window to see what
 had made that beautiful woman he'd just noticed, scream so. She peeked
 again. "Oh my God, it's him! It's HIM! What am I gonna do? How will I
 look him in the eye tomorrow? Oh my God-- wait a minute--Fraser dosen't
 wear glasses!" She looked again--no glasses. "I know I saw glasses."
 But sure enough there were no glasses sitting on the bridge of that
 handsome nose and to top it all off, he was staring back at her with
 definite interest. Frannie was going to lose it, she knew it, she just
 knew it.
 
 He saw the girl across the street. The way she screamed made him drop
 his glasses out the window. Since he'd been in this country, he'd seen
 many beautiful women, but none as-- arresting-- as her. It wasn't her
 screm which made him notice her-- though it certainly helped. It was
 the way she looked at him. Even from this distance he could see the
 lonliness in her eyes. If he was here long enough maybe he could reach
 out to her and get to know her. He had never felt such non-verbal
 communion before. She seemed to reach out to him, not loudly, but
 silently as if she were calling to his soul. Oh yes, he would
 definitely stick around.
 
 The next day Frannie went to work and Fraser came in. For once he
 wasn't wearing his serge. She thought he should wear jeans more often.
 There was just something about a tight pair of jeans. . . His head came
 up from his conversation with the desk sargent and saw her. His hand
 came up in a silent greeting and he smiled, but he didn't stick around
 to much longer. (So what else is new ,Frannie?) One of the Duck boys
 passed her desk whistling The Games People Play. "Shut up Louie!" The
 least Fraser could have done was stop and say hello she muttered to
 herself as she went back to work.
 
 Fraser came in to the Bullpen late. Deif had a Vet appointment that
 morning and always there was no hiding his thoughts from the animal. It
 had tken him a half an hour to catch the wolf to get him to the Vet's.
 There was really no reason for him to be there officially with Ray gone,
 but there was Francesca. He'd been thinking of her quite a bit lately.
 . . her eyes, her her smile, her legs, the night she'd shown up at his
 apartment in that bustier. It was too bad he'd been so beaten up at the
 time or their relationship would have taken and serious tun then and
 there. As it was, he'd passed out and she'd stayed anbd taken care of
 him all night. He smiled to himself. Ray had been sooo pissed. "You
 slept with my sister?" Fraser never admitted it to Ray. It would have
 compromised Francesca. Later Ray told him he'd rather Fraser sleep with
 he than anyone else. That was a step in the right direction.
 
 Frannie was beginning to get a real killer headache. By noon she needed
 to go home. When she got there, she climbed in to bed and shut her eyes
 for what seemed a short time. As her headache left her, the image of
 Fraser across the street popped into her head. How she wished things
 between them went easier. She opened her eyes then and there he was
 watching her from his window. Without realizing it, she got off the bed
 and went to the window. He leaned his head on his against his arm and
 leaned against the window frame. He kept thinking how desirable she
 looked lying the asleep. Then she woke up and saw him. Now it was his
 turn to be embarrassed. When she came to the window, he felt himself
 redden. He was close enough, owever, to see the expression on her face.
 It said "I want you, but I'm afraid of what you'll think of me." Not
 one to ignore his instincts he grabbed his shirt and was out the door.
 He made it across the street in a heartbeat. She met him at the front
 door. It was mutual though anda mutual reaction. They could feel the
 heat between them from across the street.
 
 Frannie opened the door and there he stood. She stepped back and he
 took that small action as an invitation to come in. Not a word was
 spoken. The look in their eyes told them everything they needed to
 know. His vision was filled with this woman. He didn't even know her
 name, but the connection was there.
 
 Frannie took in the sight of Fraser standing in her foyer as he had many
 times before, but this time it was different. This time he was there for
 her. She still couldn't believe he was here, loking at he with
 such--desire. He leaned towards her and she leaned towards him. The
 heat was incredible! He kissed her. His lips tasted hers. She tasted
 like the sweetest honey he'd ever encountered, and he smiled to himself
 as her lips trembled beneath his own. Her hands came up to rest on his
 shoulders and her fingers inched their way up his neck and curled into
 his hair. His lips dipped to the hollow of her throat and is tongue
 lightly tasted her there. Frannie was in heaven. She had dreamed of
 being in this spot since she'd first laid eyes on this man. She'd done
 everything she could to let him know how she'd felt and to no avail, and
 now, now he was here, but something wasn't right. She took in the feel
 of him, he certainly felt right. He looked perfect. She sniffed. He
 smelled wonderful, but not as she remembered. There was no woodys
 scent. His hands took on a magical quality as they slowly brushed away
 her crop top. His fingers spread over he abdomen and inched their way
 up her ribs. One hand found her breast. He smiled when he found she
 wore no bra. He cupped her from below and brought her breast up to his
 hungry lips and tongue. Frannie's heart felt as if it would shoot
 through her chest, as she felt his tongue tease the hard peak of her
 nipple. Her hands came down to capture his, but he brought her hands
 back up to press them to the wall on each side of her head holding her a
 willing captive. Frannie couldn't breathe. Every flick of his tongue,
 very nip of his teeth on her skin made her wild. His head eased away
 from her tormented breasts and he slowly kissed his way down to her
 stomach. His breathing was coming harder as he reached her tummy.
 Frannie let out a whimper as his tongue dipped into her navel. She had
 to stop him before they both regetted it. (What was she thinking?! I
 don't want him to stop. I've wanted nothing but this for so long and I
 want it to last forever.) His hands were easing her shorts down over
 her hips and Frannie went into a fog. Everything went hazy. They were
 both very caught in the moment, and then the memory of a pair of glasses
 hit her like a bucket of ice water. She started strugglng and pushing
 him away. He murmered something which sounded foreign. He caught her
 under her arms and lifted her so she straddled his thigh. She was still
 pressed against the wall, her head thrown back, overwhelmed by the
 sensations going through her. He pulled back to look into her eyes and
 tellher how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, but when e opened
 his eyes he saw the look on her face. They were both breathing harshly,
 as if they had run great distances to get to to where they were, but it
 was clear to him she had one more obstacle to overcome. She braced her
 hands on his chest and her eyes filled with tears. He rested his
 forehead on hers and closed his eyes again. He inhaled slowly, drawing
 in her musky scent and gathered his resolve to let her go. One last
 kiss. He kissed her lips gently and then as if he couldn't help
 himself, he dipped his head and kissed her breast. He slowly let her
 slide down is body, nodded his head in silent agreement and backed out
 of the house. The look of regret on his face sent Frannie into a fit of
 silent sobs.
 
 She spent the next few hours going back and forth from the livingroom
 window to the bedroom window. Fraser was no longer there. She was both
 saddened and relieved. Maybe tomorrow she'd get some answers.
 
 Later that night, Fraser was out walking Deifenbaker when suddenly the
 the white wolf dashed around a corner. The disgruntled Mountie ran
 after him. The last thing Fraser needed was for Deif to be picked up by
 Animal Control again; the last time should have been a lesson to them.
 When Fraser caught up wih Deifenbaker, he found Francesca feeding the
 adoring animal a chocolate HoHo. No wonder the wolf had a soft spot for
 her. Lord knows he did too. Maybe now would be a good time to follow
 through with his thoughts.
 
 Before Fraser could get a word out, Frannie came up to him and in her
 own flustered way said "Look Fraser, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to do
 that." Frase being complety in the dark, only shook his head. "Excuse
 me?" "Ya know. . . what happened before."
 "I'm sorry. I don't. . ." Frannie, at a loss for words, only raised a
 eyebrow. Fraser had seen that look many times directed at Ray, but had
 no idea why it was now aimed at him. She quickly recovered herself and
 tried her old stand by technique. She ran a manicured hand over the
 chest she had caressed earlier and said "Ya know, I can't promise it
 won't happen again, you being so close by and all. (Two could play at
 this game.) Fraser, for once was ruely clueless and not just pretending.
 He was beginning to become relly concerned. "Perhaps I should walk you
 home. One can never be too careful." "Sure, Fraser." They walked along
 for a while neither speaking. Fraser finnaly got the nerve.
 "Francesca. . ." "Look, Fraser, it's in the past. " (She had to get
 passed this embarrassement.) "Maybe Ray wanted you to look out for me
 while the family's away, but I' a grown woman. I can take care of
 myself." Fraser was finding it hard to bide his time in discovering her
 problem, which was totally out of character for him. She smiled
 "Besides, what trouble can I get into with you so close?" (If you only
 knew!) Ironically he thought the same thing.
 
 They finally made it back to the house. Frannie leaned back against the
 door. "You know,Fraser, you didn't have to go so far today." Fraser
 kept silent hoping to learn more, but the expression on Frannie's face
 mirrored the feeling in her soul. That look showed such lonliness,
 lonliness that mirrored his own. Tears welled in her eyes and the
 bravado in her disappeared. "Francesca. . . no . . . don't" Fraser took
 her in his arms and ran his hand soothingly through her hair at the back
 of her skull. He kissed her temple, her eyebrow, her ear. When he
 pulled back to gauge her reaction, he felt her tremble "Oh God!!" wwas
 all she could whisper. Frannie was breathless. She felt Fraser's hand
 cup her head to bring her close for his kiss. His mouth opened over
 hers, tasting her, moving his tongue over her lips with such tenderness
 it made her knees go weak. and brought tears to her eyes. Fraser
 couldn't stop himself. She felt so good in his arms. He trailed his
 lips down the side of her neck to rest there and breathe in her special
 essence, unique only to her. Somewhere in the back of their brains,
 through the heat and fog, they heard people passing on the street. Some
 gave low whistles and others just sighed.
 Somehow Fraser managed to release her and she bega to fumble for her
 keys. She wouldn't let go of his hand; she had to maintain their
 connection. Faser found himself almost wrapped around her as they
 stumbled into the house. Frannie felt this incredible sense of dejavu'.
 This scene had played several hours earlier, but now it seemed new too.
 Frannie led Fraser into the livingroom. She felt shy and brazen at the
 same time and he wanted to make this night the most romantic night
 possible for her, but it seemed her nervousness was winning out.
 "Francesca. . ." he whispered and held his hand out for her to come to
 him. She went to him without thinking. He enfolded her in his
 welcoming arms. Home. . . the feeling one gets after a long journey and
 one finally arrives home. She breathed deep and so did he, and then
 they both heaved soft, contented sighs. Their lips met in a long
 endless kiss, their tongues careesing each other, sharing each others
 flavor. Frannie pulled back with an overwhelming need to explain the
 happenings earlier that day. He still had to touch her even if it was
 in some small way. He traced his fingers along her brow and smoothed
 the small worry lines tha appeared there.
 "It's ok, Francesca."
 "No it's not ok. I'mnot a tease."
 Fraser was beginningmto get confused again. "Tease? Who implied you
 were a tease? I find your antics . . .charming-- confusing, but
 charming."
 "No Fraser, this afternoon. . . I can't explain it, but it just felt
 wrong. I really, really wanted to make love to you this afternoon. . .
 You don't wear glasses, do you?"
 "No Francesca. Perfect eyesight runs to old age in my family--What did
 you say?"
 "Do you wear . . ."
 "No about making love with me today?"
 "Fraser you were ther . . ."
 A shocked expression came over he face as she took in Fraser slowly
 shaking his head negatively. "Yes you were. You came over from across
 the street. It was an unspoken . . .Oh my God! OH MY GOD!"
 She began to shake and sob silently.
 
 Fraser began to feel real concer for her wellbeing. The woman he cared
 the most for and thought he could never have was having what looked like
 a nervous breakdown . "Francesca. . . Francesca! Hush It's ok no one's
 going to hurt you." He took her in his arms and did the only thing he
 could think of. He kissed her. He kissed her with all the longing and
 desperation he felt for her. Still she sobbed. He tasted her tears as
 he kissed her eyelids, and her cheeks. His lips trailed to her ear
 where he gentlly nipped her earlobe. Frannie's sobs began to receed.
 Fraser kissed her lips again dipping his tongue inside and along the
 corners of her mouth. He tasted so right, and to Fraser's releif she
 let out a contented growl. "Fraser. . Oh my God. . Fraser. . ."He took
 her hands and placed them on his shoulders, all the while nibbling on
 her neck. He eased his way to the front of her throat, kissing the
 hollow there. Frannie knew this feeling was nothing like tthis
 afternoon. Fraser eased his hand under her sweater, the other hand
 cupped her head to hold her closer for his kiss. Their hunger growing
 with each passing second. The sweater was gone. Her hands were busy
 also. The buttons on his shirt were gone, as was his belt and the top
 button of his jeans. He stopped her hands, catching them in his own and
 drew her to the couch where he pulled her down in a lover's embrace. He
 too the weight of her fall. "What took you so long?" "Fancesca,
 sometimes you just confoud me." "Shut up, Fraser. Give me your mouth."
 He found the front closure of her bra and released her breasts for his
 caresses. His lips trailed from the hollow at the neck to the small
 perfect center of her breast. She inhaled deeply, buring her face in
 his hair. He smelled wonderful, lke nothing she'd ever come across--the
 slight fragrance of Grey Flannel, but all distinctly Fraser. He flipped
 over so she lay on his chest. She rubbed her face on it, loving the
 feel of his skin on her face and beneath her fingers and lips. Fraser
 trembled, echoing her own passion and caught her head in his hand,
 pressing her lips to his heart. "I love you,Francesca. I just never
 knew how to tell you." She felt her life was now complete. "I love you
 too. More than you'll ever know." Frannie's lips started inching their
 way down his ribs to his abdomen. He caught his breath. The
 unmistakable evidence of his arousal was pressing agaist her chest. She
 undid the rest of the buttons of his buttonfly jeans and pushed the
 waistband down so her hands could cup the firm cheeks of his butt. He
 lifted up so she could ease his jeans down over his hips. Fraser, not
 wanting to be outdone, stopped her "I want to see all of you, every
 beautiful inch of you."and proceeded tp brush her shorts off her hips
 slowly, so slowly, kissing each inch of flesh he bared. She thought she
 would die from want. "Please, Fraser, Please!" "I'm here Francesca, I
 won't go anywhere. I'm here for you always." He buried his face in the
 center of her desire, and took her to where she only dreamed of going.
 Her essence filled his head. She was intoxicating and e couldn't get
 enough of her. As Frannie's body throbbed with the shudders of her
 release, he slowly entered her and took her there with him once more.
 Neither one of them had ever felt so happy or so whole. Slowly they
 drifted off th sleep, each gently and leisurly caressing the other.
 Suddenly the image of Fraser in glasses popped in her head again.
 "Fraser" she whispered, "Are you sure ou don't wear. . .?" he was
 already fast asleep with a beaautiful smile on his face and she wasn't
 far behind. the next day they awoke to gentle kisses. They showered
 together taking their time reexploring the pleasures the discovered
 last night. They shared making breakfast. She only wanted coffee and
 Fraser insisted on a wholesome meal as breakfast was the most important
 meal of the day. She just gave him a speaking look and held her mug out
 to him. He soon had he smiling again in no time. They went to work
 seperatly. Ther relationship was theirs and theirs alone, but during
 the course of thi day, whenever their eyes met, they couldn't keep sill
 smile from their faces. As the day progressed, the activity in the
 squadroom hit a lull, so Frannie went to get coffee for herself and
 Fraser. On her way back, Joe, the desk sargent, called "Hey Frannie,
 where's Fraser? There a surprise here for him." "I'll send him over,
 Joe." "Frase, Joe at the desk has somehing for you ." "Thank you kindly,
 Francesca." as he passd, he lightly stroked her cheek. She smled at him
 as he went by. She went back to work, but Fraser was gone a good while.
 She looked around and saw everyone in the room had gone quiet and was
 staring in the same direction--the front desk. There was Fraser
 talking to--Fraser! And that Fraser was wearing glasse. She jumped up
 and ran over to them"I knew it! I knew I wasn't crazy! You see those
 RAYBANS on that face? Don't ever let me hear anyone say I'm nuts ag. .
 ."She stopped in midsentence when she realized everyone was now staring
 at her. Lt Welsh came to the door of his office just in time to see what
 was happening. He just shook in the scene and shook his head. "And I
 thought we had enough problems with one Fraser." and then he shut his
 door and went back to his reports. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introdue
 my cousin, Peter. He's just arrived from Germany two days ago. He
 doesn't speak English very well, but he understands everything. Please
 help me make him feel welcome. Frannie blushed at that. Peter looked at
 Frannie and smiled at her. She moved closer to Fraser. "Peter's been
 filling me in on your little misunderstanding, Francesca and I informed
 him of our . .ah circumstances. Peter said that although he enjoyed you
 time together immensely, he can see by the way we look at each otherthat
 we two are meant to be together. Care to explain?" While Fraser was
 not the type to be jealous, he did merit an explaination. "Fraser, let's
 just say he lmade me realize it was you I loved and while he looks like
 you, the two of you are very, very different." "Forgive me Francesca,
 but we're almost identical."
 "Take my word for it, I can tell the difference."
 "Really? Tell me." Frannie leaned close and whispered in his ear.
 "Really? You can really taste. . .?" Her hand came up and clamed onto
 Fraser's mouth and from behind him, she could hear a stifled chuckle.
 She looked at Peter and he smiled and winked. Frannie just blushed and
 blushed.
 "Later, Fraser, I'll explain late."
 
 
 fini