Title: The Perfect Honeymoon?
Chapter 1 – Careful What you Wish For!
Summary: AU After a harrowing week they wanted nothing more than some rest and relaxation as newlyweds and planned the perfect honeymoon. Would they actually get it?
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A/N: WE'RE BACK! Okay so I must admit something to you all: I had promised that our 75th Flashpoint story would be a multi-chapter one but with work and real life we find that having too many multi-chapter stories on the go is too much and we don't want to let any of our dear readers down. And that's why we (me and my muse Alice) waited. But after an always encouraging discussion with a dear friend we went in search of some FP bunnies and came up with something. So while we had planned to stop writing at 75 stories it will all depend on you and if you want more from us in this fandom. Please note this falls into the date-series and follows the last piece in that series (the wedding OS – Securing the Future) but you don't have had to read them to enjoy this but if you did then you now have the complete picture.
Same AU disclaimer as in all my Ed/Donna AU stories (they are a happy couple and there is/never has been a Sophie or Hank) Enjoy!
"Scorpio."
He hates those words more than anything because it means that a peaceful resolution could not be reached and one or more innocent lives are in danger. Something he has been trained to remedy with the simple twitch of his finger. Simple. To some maybe. But as he pulls back and watches the young frame fall to the ground, his heart sinks.
"Good shot Eddie. The rest of the children are safe."
Greg's words do little to offer actual comfort, his tense sapphire gaze pulling away from the scope to watch a flurry of activity on the ground a few stories below.
"Good shot."
He looks up at Sam and nods; his lips drawn tightly across his mouth as he slowly stands up to stretch, his body feeling a slight cramp from crouching for longer than expected. His phone buzzes and he's quick to reach for it, reading the text from the one person that despite having just taken a life can make his mind slightly settle – his beloved wife Donna.
'Sam said the situation is resolved. Scorpio. You okay?'
With anyone else he'd put on a brave face and lie, but right now he can't. He can't lie to her, nor in reality does he want to. She's the one person he can completely let himself go to and knows she'll catch – even in a moment like this.
'No. Shooter was a kid. See you tonight.'
Donna looks at her phone and feels herself outwardly cringe.
"Bad news from Team one?" Her second in command Tom asks in concern.
"Shooter was a kid."
"Oh damn. Bet you're happy to be taking a week off after this tough week."
"Yeah a whole week of rest and relaxation can't come soon enough," Donna replies with a small sigh as she looks at her watch. "Let's finish this patrol and head back to base.
Wordy leans against the wall waiting for his best friend as he finishes up with SIU a few hours later. He can't imagine the meeting will be any fun for Ed but at least it was a clean shot and the situation resolved without further incident. Still, as soon as Ed emerges from the small interrogation room, he can tell by the pain etched into his brow that this one was taking a bigger toll.
"I think a week in Paris will do you good after this," Wordy comments as they head toward the men's locker room.
"Paris, Ontario?" Ed shoots back with a small retorts as Wordy offers up a fake laugh. "What? Donna wanted this. I don't care as long as…"
"You get hot and heavy sex as much as possible," Wordy interjects as he slaps Ed on the back; Ed's cheeks gently twinging. "You know you can have sex in Paris. It is legal."
"Drop the Paris idea. It's a week off. Hey at least we're not tenting."
"There's no room service."
"We can order in."
"From where? Mars? That'll be the nearest settlement," Wordy continues as Ed shakes his head.
"A honeymoon isn't about the destination it's just about being together."
"Thank you Hallmark."
"We're close to Niagara on the Lake so we might spend a few days there."
"Why'd you let her pick?"
"She's hard to say no to," Ed replies with a smile. "Trust me, by the second night she might be so bored by roughing it that we'll find some five star hotel and just have room service for three days straight. Happy?"
"Bored?" Wordy teases as Ed just looks at him with a tired expression. "Enjoy."
"See you in a week. Trust me…it'll be fine."
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"Smells great," Ed whispers as he enters the kitchen and pulls his wife into his strong arms, holding her close and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Glad today is over."
"Sam gave us a few details. Sorry," she pulls back and looks at him in sympathy.
"Jules did great but…but he just escalated and…"
"And you did what you had to do. Let's talk about our trip okay," she suggests as she watches him head for the fridge and retrieve a cold beer. "You sure you're okay with a week in a cabin in the woods?"
"Are you having second thoughts?" Ed asks in haste. Donna can only elicit a small chuckle as she nears him.
"No, but it sounds like you are," she retorts as she takes a sip of her wine.
"I just want to spend a week without anyone around but you."
"So…you wouldn't be happier going to say…Paris?"
"Oh lemme guess…Wordy?" Ed counters; instantly telling by her agreeing smile and nod that his best friend had gotten to her too.
"You too? Does he not like camping?"
"Shelley's more a room service kinda gal," Ed answers as he picks a piece of their meal and starts to chew.
"Ed…"
"I want this okay? I don't care where we go. I asked if you were okay making some of our meals and you said …"
"Yes. But you want a break from my cooking?" She tosses out there as he nods and laughs. "Oh is that so?" She playfully wraps her arm around his neck and starts to devour his mouth. His strong hands cup her face and he returns the favor, his brain hungry to dive into the love and affection being offered; anything to escape the horrors of the day.
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"Can I pack for you?" Ed volunteers the next morning as she opens up her small suitcase.
"With what? Nothing?" Donna retorts by picking up an object and tossing at her husband. "How about I do the same in return? Or how about we just stay here and have a nude week."
"Really?" Ed asks with a goofy grin.
"Trust me the thrill would wear off pretty fast."
Their rather flirtatious conversation continues a bit longer as they each pack-up a suitcase, make sure everything is put away for the week, take some food with them and finally head out the door. On the way up their cabin they talk about the tense week they both had, the last call for Ed and then Wordy trying to get them both to agree to go to Paris, France. They finally near their destination but as they draw closer, Ed stops the dark SUV and both look ahead to see another car parked outside and smoke coming from the fireplace of their waiting cabin; a cozy glow beckoning them to come and enter.
"Maybe it's housekeeping," Donna suggests as Ed stops the SUV a few meters away from the dark sedan and then gets out.
"No cell service."
"Calling for a tow truck already?" She smiles as she checks her phone also. "I did say it was our honeymoon so maybe they're making it a bit…you know special for us."
"Okay," Ed agrees as they slowly walk up the stairs. "So let's get settled and relax. We can explore tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me."
"Hello?" Ed knocks before pushing the door to their rental cabin slightly ajar. "Anyone here?"
Silence.
"Hello? Is this the caretaker?" Donna tries next. "Odd."
"Maybe on a run for….firewood," Ed starts and then stops when he glances over and notices the well-stocked pile. "Maybe not."
"I'm sure it's nothing. Want to have a look around outside?"
The two of them head for the door and outside into the cool afternoon air; holding hands and just talking about the area around the cabin.
"Think something happened?" Donna inquires after they had circled the whole cabin and then ended up where they started – in the front.
"Hope not but…" Ed pauses as he looks around, hearing a noise in the nearing distance. "Hear that?"
"Sure do," she answers as they both strain to hear the two male voices gaining ground. "At least they have a land line."
"Think it's trouble?"
"Two men? Unless this is their honeymoon," she quips dryly as his lips purse. "Let's not startle them. Hello!" She calls out. Instantly the voices stop and both of them exchange wondering glances. "Ok-ay. So…if they were here for legit reasons they'd have no reason to stop talking."
"Yup. Unless…Hey!" Ed calls out next. They hear a bit of shuffling and both look in amusement as two faces dart out from behind the trees with shocked expressions. "You know this is private property right?" Ed calls out loudly as they both look at each other and then back at him.
"So!" One calls back with a small slur.
"Smell that?" Donna asks softly.
"Sure do. They're both high," Ed groans as she shakes her head. "So what province are we in?"
"Toronto," one of them retorts with a laugh.
"High and stupid," Donna gently smirks as they take a few steps closer. "You guys want your car?"
"Yeah."
"Well you can't drive high," Ed reminds them firmly. "It's illegal."
"So!" The other one states firmly. "Call the cops! Oh that's right cell phones don't work out here!"
"In that case I guess we'll have to use…oh these," Donna answers loudly as she pulls out her badge and shows it to them; Ed doing the same a few seconds later.
"They're both COPS!" The two high teens exchange horrified glances before darting back into the darkening woods.
"So much for some alone time," Donna sighs as she looks at Ed in wonder. "Can we just leave them out there?"
"They have to come back for their car sooner or later," Ed reminds her as they slowly head back for the car. "Couple of real geniuses," he offers mockingly as he opens the unlocked door and pops the hood. "When they've come down off their high, they'll know how to rehook this up and then they can go."
"You sure?"
"Sure. All guys know how to do it," Ed shrugs as Donna turns and heads back for their own SUV. They take in their suitcases and food cooler, lock the door and then start to explore their new home for at least the next few days. "So…where'd you book this place?" Ed asks as he comes out of the large bedroom and rejoins her in front of the large fireplace. "See any of their stuff around?"
"Nothing. They probably came up here thinking the place was closed for the season, went out for a hit and then would come back to enjoy the high in front of our fireplace. We have the place all to ourselves."
"That's what I like to hear," he tells her with a hungry gaze as he crosses the room in a few easy strides. Her body eagerly presses into his as his strong arms hold her captive against his firm chest. Her lips allow a small moan of pleasure to escape past them before his mouth starts to hungrily devour hers once more, feasting the soft skin of her jaw before moving down her neck.
"Oh Ed…" she groans happily as her back arches further, his lips nipping at her neck. "Now…" she whispers. His fingers slowly slide down her sides to the button of her jeans; her body already warm with anticipation. But before they can actually get to the next romantic level, voices are heard outside and the moment instantly fades. "Seriously?"
"Damn fools," Ed curses under his breath as Donna just softly smirks. "Can I go and arrest them?"
"You want to take them all the way back to the city? Two hours with those two high morons?" She retorts as they both head to the curtains and peek out to watch the two high late teens.
"Our car's broken!"
"Who broke our car?"
"The cops!"
"Cops don't break cars!"
"Ed…" Donna whispers with a small giggle.
"Those two idiots are going to end up doing more damage to the environment than the car," he tells her. A few seconds later, they both watch as the driver gets out and opens the hood but with his eyes still glassed over, it's hard for his brain to connect with his hands and get the starter reconnected. So instead he kicks the tire and then curses at his friend.
"They'll be fine in a few hours," Ed nuzzles her ear. "Now where were we?"
"Right…"
"HEY COPS!"
"Here," she retorts flatly as they both look out the window once more.
"YOU BROKE OUR CAR!"
"That's it, I'm gonna…"
"Just leave them. Put on the radio and we'll turn up the fire here and just…forget them. You know if we did go to Paris there would be other people around."
"Oh really?" Ed retorts as he scoops her up in his grasp and carries her to the bedroom; the two of them more consumed with each other than the two sky-high fools outside.
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"Mmm that was…amazing," Donna whispers sometime later as they lie intertwined in each other's arms after a second bout of passionate love making.
"You're amazing," Ed tells her tenderly as he kisses her soft mouth once more, looking down at her with a loving gaze. His fingers absently twirl some dirty blond strands that had strayed, his brown gently furrowing.
"What's going on?" She gently urges as her fingers reach up and try to smooth out the lines on his forehead. "Work? Or something else?"
"That school shooting…" he starts and then stops. "Some things are harder to let go of than others."
"Come here," she entreats, pulling her down onto his chest. She starts to lovingly stroke his cheek and jaw, feeling it at first tense but then start to loosen in her grasp. As the leader of the Team One, she knows he carries so much on his shoulders at all times; the fate of his friends, his family and the city itself he had confessed when they first started dating. He did open up and unburden himself to her and she valued those moments. But the times he holds it in, are the times that worry her most.
"Tell me about it."
"Donna…I don't want to ruin anything…"
"I asked so I want to know. It can't ruin this. I promise."
She continues to use her fingers to try to ease some of the tension out of his neck and shoulders; at least the parts she can get to but knows that it'll take a bit more than just a few minutes of massaging to rid him of his tension – a lot of it was also psychological and a lot harder to just let go of. But they'd try and she hopes the by end of the week, all the inner madness would be gone, replaced with happy, loving memories.
"What do you think happened to our two friends?" She asks with a small snicker as they both look at the slit in the window to see that night was starting to fall.
"Not sure but if they got high again it's going to be a mighty cold sleep in that car without heat."
"Ed…"
"What? I'm not letting them in here," he insists, looking up with a serious expression. "They looked harmless, but we both know very well how looks can be deceiving."
"Maybe they found shelter for the night somewhere," she gently shrugs as he smiles and kisses her lips once more. "Go stroke the fire a bit more. It's getting a bit chilly."
"When I come back will you stroke me?" He tosses back with a flirty tone, making her cheeks instantly warm.
"All night long," she winks back; making his smile instantly widen. "I'll check out that soaker tub."
"Sex in the tub?" He wags his brows as he pulls on a pair of black sweatpants.
"You know…it's overrated," she mentions casually as she covers her naked frame with her robe and heads for the bathroom.
"Really? How do you know this?" Ed asks with mock hurt.
"Seinfeld," she retorts with a chuckle. She hears Ed mentioning something about the off-air comedy but fixes her gaze to a small dancing light outside the bathroom window in the distance. "I see our two friends."
"Where?" Ed inquires as he joins her in the bathroom.
"Well…I see a flashlight," she points to the sporadic dot of light bouncing in the distance.
"Wind's starting to pick up also. They better be prepared for a storm," he mentions with a small sigh as he pulls the shade back over the curtain and starts to slide his hand up her bare thigh. "Sex in the tub?" He whispers as he nuzzles the back of her neck, pulling her backward so she was pressed up against his rapidly beating heart.
"Mmmm," her lips utter a small moan as his hand slowly roams upward. "Ed…" she gasps as his lips utter a throaty growl.
"Well we are on our honeymoon," he reminds her in a low tone.
"How about…a hot bubble bath for two and then…we finish on a surface we won't…impale anything," she twists herself around and looks up
"Five minute bath?"
Donna can only shake her head as she watches him leave to go put a few more logs on the fire and make sure the cozy, little cabin was secure for the night. She turns back to the window and looks out. The light dances around a bit before finally disappearing for good. "I hope they found shelter," she whispers with a heavy sigh as she closes the heavy curtain, sealing out the ensuing storm.
"Ed?"
"Just had to make sure the truck was locked and things are still okay out there," Ed tells her as he ducks back inside, locking the door and the dead bolt and then taking off his coat; still wearing only his black sweats. "Wind and rain are picking up."
"I think our two friends have found shelter for the night. I saw the flashlight a bit more but then it went out for good."
Ed joins her in the bathroom and as promised the two of them enjoy a very warm, aromatic bubble bath before heading back into the bedroom and happily enjoying another passionate union. After that they; still dressed only in their plush robes, a gift from Greg and Marina, head into the kitchen and while Ed arranges a table in front of the fireplace, Donna prepares a few things they had brought for their dinner.
Their meal is relaxed and casual, both of them on the couch in front of the fireplace, talking softly and just enjoying being in each other's company. The power flickers but neither are worried; most of their concern directed toward the fridge and their food inside if the power goes out – the rest of the cabin being warmed by the large wood-burning fireplace.
"Mmm take me to bed Mr. Lane," Donna whispers sometime later as she finally feels herself starting to fall asleep in his arms.
"Your wish is my command Mrs. Lane," Ed replies with a soft smile as he gathers his wife's frame up in his grasp and heads into the bedroom.
And while the storm rages on outside, the two of them sleep soundly, happily nestled in each other's grasp not even realizing the power had gone out until the morning.
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The next morning Donna stretches out and then quickly recoils back into Ed's warm embrace.
"What time…is it," Ed asks in a sleepy tone as Donna lifts her head and looks at the clock.
"Blinking."
"It's blinking o'clock?" He counters with a small snicker.
"Power musta went out overnight," she slightly yawns as his warm blue eyes open and cast a loving gaze in her direction. "Wonder how our two friends made out?"
"Probably sobered up with the first burst of thunder and high-tailed it home," Ed tells her as his arm wraps around her waist and pulls her closer. "You can't escape."
Knowing her husband is feeling a bit playful, Donna tries her best to try to wiggle free. But it's to no avail. He quickly captures her hands over her head and starts to devour her mouth with his; her body more than willing to surrender to his hungry demands.
Sometime later, Donna puts her robe back on and heads into the living room. "Fire's out!" She calls back to Ed as she heads for the front door. She expects to see only their SUV out there; so seeing the other car still parked she frowns, her mind wondering how those two high idiots survived the night. "Car's still here."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I can just imagine the conversation those two had if they had to huddle close together for the night to keep warm."
"What happens in the woods, stays in the woods?" Ed smiles as he joins her.
"Ed…"
"Okay, let's get dressed and just go looking for them. We'll send them on our way and then go exploring ourselves."
"Okay."
About half hour later, both of them head outside; the sky still grey and overcast but the air dewy fresh.
"Where did you see the light?"
"Outside the bathroom window," Donna relates, redirecting their course to the other side of the house. The cabin shrinks behind them, but before it can disappear for good they both stop dead in their tracks. Literally.
"What the…"
"Oh God…" Donna whispers as they both look down at the two obviously dead bodies. Her stomach starts to tighten as she instantly looks around. "Both were shot?"
"Single gunshot wound to the head," Ed tells her gravely. "Execution style."
She looks down just as he looks up and their eyes lock; another faint but distinct sound being heard in the nearing distance.
"We're not alone."
A/N: Okay so….well this had started out as a one shot but has grown to a two shot b/c you know we can't resist adding a bit of danger into our stories (hehe) and this series needed a bit of danger and tension. But now I'd like to hear from you. How was it? We're feeling rusty so I hope this was okay and you're still loving these two as much as me. Please do review before you go b/c that'll let us know if you liked this update and also if you want me to continue with this story and possibly others. Thank you everyone!