Disclaimer: Due South was created by Paul Haggis. I do not claim any rights whatsoever to the concept, characters, or stories from this excellent TV series.
This story is dedicated to the memory of RCMP Constables Anthony Gordon, Leo Johnston, Brock Myrol, & Peter Schiemann, their families, and to all the men and women of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
MAINTAIN THE RIGHT
A Due South fanfic
By Mozphoto
The Yukon, 500 km from anywhere:
The quiet up here can be deafening at times. There was nothing to see but ice and snow wherever you look, if you don't know what you're looking for. But the silence is even more disorienting. Ray Kowolski, formerly Ray Vecchio, and formerly of the Chicago PD, had gotten used to it thought. He'd spent a few years up here now and the silence still awed him sometimes. This is why the satellite phone ringing came as a terrible shock.
Ray and his best friend, Constable Benton Fraser of the RCMP, stared at each other for a moment. They'd never heard the phone ring since Sergeant Frobisher gave it to them, along with the rest of their supplies, when they started their "adventure". Fraser turned and began searching through their equipment in the dogsled.
He produced the phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Buck! How are you? Ray it's Buck Frobisher!"
Ray rolled his eyes.
"Yes I can hear you loud and clear."
The huge grin on Fraser's face fell like a mountain avalanche as he listened.
"I see, when?"
"Where?"
"Understood. Thank You."
Fraser ended the call, looked down at his boots, and sighed.
"So what's so important Fraser? Why'd Frobisher call us?"
Fraser did not look up. "I have to go back again Ray."
Ray snorted, "What is it this time, another Prime-Minister's funeral?"
Benton looked at his friend. He knew that Ray meant no malice, but he couldn't stop his voice from shaking. "I do have to go to another funeral Ray. Four Mounties were killed in the line of duty. I should pay my respects."
Fraser turned, trudged to Diefenbaker, and began strapping the deaf wolf into the lead position of the sled harness.
"I'm sorry Fraser. Did you know any of them?"
Fraser scratched Dief behind the ears. "No. But they were Mounties."
Ray climbed into the sled.
After a few minutes, the echoes of the barking sled dogs faded away and all that remained was the awesome silence of the Great White North.
THE END