Hello, and welcome to another Christmas edition of #FanFictionFriday. We are only 2 weeks and 3 days away from seeing the real reunion, so this can get your imagination rolling. And if you haven’t seen the promo pictures on Facebook, you should definitely check them out. That’ll get your blood pumping! So have at it!
A MOUNTIE CHRISTMAS SURPRISE
Jack and the young Mountie ride up to the edge of town, and stop for a moment to catch their breath after riding hard for the last leg of their journey. They see the view with the mountain in the background, and several lanterns still lit. The Mountie turns to Jack with a knowing smile and tone, “Hope Valley?”
Jack nods and smiles, “We made it.” Under his breath, “I’m home.”
They quietly ride into town, Jack looking in every direction with perfect joy, but trying not to be seen. Awkwardly clearing his throat, Jack says, “If you don’t mind…”
The Mountie smiles again. “Don’t worry, Constable. I’ll just make my way to the hotel.”
Jack gives a relieved and you-got-me chuckle, “Thank you. It’s just there.” He points, the Mountie tips his hat, and quietly trots to the saloon.
Jack turns Sergeant around, and eagerly makes his way to Elizabeth’s row house. As he gets closer, he can hear Christmas music coming from the Victrola. Jack jumps off Sergeant, and gives him a final pat, and “Good boy!” He peeks inside the window and sees Elizabeth decorating her tree, longingly fingering his ornament that Rip tore.
Unable to wait another moment, Jack silently steps to the door. The knock startles Elizabeth from her reverie, and she makes her way to the door, noting the late hour. She opens it only to see her Mountie hero, his hat under his arm. She gasps, and puts her left hand to her mouth; desperately trying, but failing, to hold back her emotions. But she can’t move! All those times the knocks at the door weren’t Jack, and suddenly here he is!
When her hand goes up, Jack catches a glimpse of his ring on her finger, and his composure begins to fail. With tears in his eyes, he gently murmurs, “Merry Christmas, Miss Thatcher.”
“Jack!” she quietly cries, finally feeling her body obey her wish to throw herself into his arms. She almost sends them both sailing down the steps, but Jack’s strong embrace keeps them firm. He cradles her head in his hand, breathing in her sweet scent, convincing himself he’s really here holding her again. Finally, he steps back and begs, “Let me look at you,” with his hands to her cheeks, looking over every inch of her face as if for the first time. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long!” He takes her in his arms and gives her a long savory kiss, sending his energy rushing into her, and feeling it come back to him with added strength.
When they finally break, Elizabeth laughs through her tears, and manages to say, “This is the best Christmas present I could ever ask for!” Then remembering they’re outside she urges, “You must be freezing! Come inside!” Jack chuckles as he comes in, not having felt the cold since he saw her.
Elizabeth closes the door, and Jack take her into his arms again. Elizabeth sighs, “I missed you.”
He sighs too, thinking how the thought of his beautiful fiancée is what kept him alive so much of the time up north. “I missed YOU…so much!” Then he can’t help but say, “Now THIS is the best way to keep warm!” They both laugh, then the laughter fades as Jack’s eyes bore into hers.
“I love you,” she manages to say first.
“I love YOU,” he replies. “You are everything to me.”