Truth or dare?
This came to me as I watched the DVD of Due South season 1.
I own nothing, Please can I have Benton? Or at least Deif? Please?
On a stake out Constable Benton Fraser and Detective Ray Vecchio were getting bored.
"This stakeout is a bust. Ok Benny, truth or dare?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Truth or dare. It's a game you play when you're getting bored. I ask 'Truth or dare' and you pick if you want to answer a question honestly or if you want to do something that you really don't want to do. Your choice. Haven't you ever played it at a sleepover… oh right…forget I asked."
"And I can do that in return?"
"Yep. So…truth or dare?"
"Truth, naturally"
"What's the story with the otter?"
"Can I change my mind and do a dare?"
"Sure you can. Your dare is… to tell me about the otter."
"You seem to have me verbally trapped there… When I was 10 I lived with my grandparents in Alert, that's in northern Canada. The days rarely are warmer than freezing and the main population is from a research station and their families. We had a small school that consisted of myself, a young boy called Devon and the 3 daughters of a scientist from the station. There were also several Inuit children that came to classes when they were in the area.
"One day one of the girls came into class with a box. Her father had been hunting the day before and had shot an otter. She had brought it to show us an otter up close. Devon Picked it up and started to poke it in the girls' faces to try and scare them. When that didn't work he started swinging it around his head. It slipped from his grip mid swing and hit me in the chest. Its claws cut me fairly deeply. End of story."
"C'mon… that's it? That's the big embarrassing secret? And here I was thinking it was some big adventure you were too modest to talk about.
"Ray, I was 10. Seeing that otter come flying towards me gave me nightmares for a week."
"A week, huh? Ok then. End of story?"
"End of story Ray."
"Ok, truth or dare."
"Actually Ray, I believe it is my turn."
"Ok, shoot."
With a too innocent look on his face Benton asked "Truth or dare?"
Several hours later an unrecognisable Detective Ray Vecchio was not so silently cursing a particular Mounty. In his sisters clothes and shoes he made his way to his desk.
"That's it. Next time I see him, friend or no friend, he's dead! He is a dead Mounty walking!" Ray muttered to himself as he teetered in high healed shoes.
"Hello gorgeous!" "hey baby, call me for a good time" called the duck boys.
Wolf whistles and other cat calls followed Ray through the police station. As a cross dresser called out "Honey, fire your wardrobe designer, you can do better." Ray started thinking. 'Who would have thought that a Mounty like Benny would think of something this perverse? Or that he could do something like this to a friend? Even the wolf is laughing at me!' A flash of a camera brought Ray's attention back to the leers he was receiving in the bull pen.
"FRASER!"
I love when Benton lets his mischevious side out to play...
