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11/16/07 05:26 pm - Dead Man Walking - a due South Ficlet

Dead Man Walking

by BookwormDragon (aka bookworm_2005)


Disclaimer: I do not own due South. Other people do. I make no money from writing this story. No copyright infringement is intended.


When young Benton pulled his sidearm and pointed it straight between his eyes, Gerard knew that he was going to die today. Here, on the gravel at the side of a highway, out in the middle of nowhere.

He could see it in the boy’s eyes. He was so like his Father, in so many ways, with his unwavering morals and his expectation that others would abide by the same code. But there was a difference. The elder Fraser had always been a big believer in the justice of the system, had always been reluctant to take the law into his own hands. Young Benton had none of that. Instead, he had the same underlying hardness, for lack of a better word, that Gerard had noticed in many of the young recruits from the more rugged territories. The farther away from civilization they had been raised, the more likely they were to have that undefinable knowledge that they could and would do what needed to be done, no matter what the cost. That same hardness that he could see in young Benton's eyes at this moment.

The boy knew his enemy - his betrayer - now, and he would do whatever was necessary to eliminate any further threat to himself or to his father’s memory.  The fact that his father had once called Gerard a friend only made the betrayal that much more bitter to him. He wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, to put a bullet into the brains of a man that he had once looked up too, just as soon as he had gotten all the information that he could from him. It was in the boy's nature to be relentless in the face of a challenge. Bob Fraser had been the same once, but age and experience had taught him when the odds were too high, when concession was the only sensible choice. Young Benton hadn't learned that lesson yet. He still believed that Justice would prevail, that good always won in the end.

In desperation, Gerard invoked the only thing he could think of – Robert Fraser’s unblemished memory. He knew how proud Bob had been of his service and his uniform, and he was sure that Benton knew it too. When he saw the flicker of uncertainty flash through the boy’s eyes, he nearly sagged with relief – he wouldn’t die today after all.

9/5/07 06:30 pm - Due South Musings

So, I've been re-watching due South, and I have come to a conclusion: I DESPISE that red uniform! Not because of what it represents or anything, but because of what it does to Fraser and how it effects the way others see him. During the first few seasons, we see him in his field uniform (the brown/gray one) quite often, and he appears human, flawed, passionate, and approachable. The field uniform helps to bridge the gap between Fraser and the American cops - it makes him look like just another cop. When he's wearing the field uniform and he makes suggestions or deductions, people (especially cops) listen to him and take him seriously - they respect the experience and work that the uniform implies, and expect him to have the faults of any other human being. But stick him in that red monstrosity, and suddenly everything changes. No longer do people respect him as a person or think of him as another hard-working cop. Instead, he becomes a cross between an Icon, a Mascot, and a Superhero. They expect him to be perfect, to do no wrong, to be saintly. At the same time, he is to feel no pain, to have no emotions. People stare at him, they mock him behind his back and to his face. He's not human to them anymore. And as the seasons go on, Fraser spends more and more time in that @#&^ red  uniform and less and less time being human. His interactions with the other characters become more and more stilted, he smiles and relaxes less and less, and he loses that cutting tongue (pilot episode, he really lets Vecchio have it, anyone else notice?). The passion that he shows in the first season disappears. In a way, it's as if that Red Uniform is slowly strangling the life out him. By the end of the fourth season, we almost never see him in the field uniform and he's lost nearly everything that makes him Benton Fraser to me. Mind you, I'm a big fan of Fraser/RayK (OTP), but the Fraser of seasons 1 & 2 is much truer to the essential Benton Fraser, as far as I'm concerned. Yes indeed, I despise that red thing! Kill, Kill, Kill!
And that's another thing: many authors' insistence on writing Fraser as an extremely civilized, rule-bound man, who has never had a dark thought in his life, and who wouldn't hurt a fly to save his own life. In my opinion, that is not Benton Fraser. Yes, he's very courteous, thoughtful, and forgiving of the people around him, but when you live in small community in the middle of nowhere in an implacable land filled with daily danger, that's nothing more than enlightened self-interest: you never know when your very life may depend upon the goodwill of your neighbors. And yes, he often seems overly concerned with the letter of the law, but consider this: he's in a strange land, among a strange people with strange customs, and he has little knowledge of how they apply their laws in real life. Of course he is concerned with the letter of the law, it's the only concrete guidance that he has. As for civilized - I think of Fraser as a man who would like to believe in the inherent goodness of man and in the justice of the system, but deep down he's a pragmatic man who will do what is necessary to survive. How can he not be, given where he grew up? No, Fraser is not a hidden rapist or serial killer, but he is just as capable of making hard choices and having dark thoughts as anyone else. He's just better at hiding it. In my opinion, Fraser is a dangerous but disciplined man, not a goody-goody two-shoes.
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