Ah, this one. It's the fifth cliche from my recent cliche!fic, which got cut because as plotted, it was going to be longer than all the other scenarios put together and that seemed unbalanced. It concerns (perhaps unsurprisingly, given that it's my bulletproof narrative kink) Fraser and Thatcher going undercover as a married couple.
Someone in Evidence had delivered the rings they'd requested. Both of them had received mercifully-simple gold bands, and someone down there had apparently scrounged up an engagement ring for her as well. She raised her eyebrows as she picked up the diamond, which one could quite possibly have seen from space.
"Perhaps we'll just...return that," she said, putting it aside. "I don't think it quite fits our personas." Though she supposed it would make her left uppercut much more impressive than it usually was.
"Indeed," he said. Then he shoved a hand into his pocket, fumbling for a moment before bringing out his fist closed around something small. "I thought perhaps for, ah, verisimilitude, you might wish to wear this." He opened his hand, and resting in his palm she saw a simple gold ring, the metal forged into a braided pattern, crowned with a small, solitary pearl. It shone with the gleam of something well-loved and well-cared for. "This belonged to my mother."
Of course it had. She'd guessed as much from the moment she'd seen it.
"I couldn't," she said quickly.
"Please," he said. "I...think it would help."
She didn't ask "with what." Instead, she pursed her lips. "Fine." He handed her the ring, and she slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
She was not going to take that as any kind of sign.
"I'll take good care of it," she said, brushing her thumb over the pearl.
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Date: 2011-02-15 02:53 am (UTC)Someone in Evidence had delivered the rings they'd requested. Both of them had received mercifully-simple gold bands, and someone down there had apparently scrounged up an engagement ring for her as well. She raised her eyebrows as she picked up the diamond, which one could quite possibly have seen from space.
"Perhaps we'll just...return that," she said, putting it aside. "I don't think it quite fits our personas." Though she supposed it would make her left uppercut much more impressive than it usually was.
"Indeed," he said. Then he shoved a hand into his pocket, fumbling for a moment before bringing out his fist closed around something small. "I thought perhaps for, ah, verisimilitude, you might wish to wear this." He opened his hand, and resting in his palm she saw a simple gold ring, the metal forged into a braided pattern, crowned with a small, solitary pearl. It shone with the gleam of something well-loved and well-cared for. "This belonged to my mother."
Of course it had. She'd guessed as much from the moment she'd seen it.
"I couldn't," she said quickly.
"Please," he said. "I...think it would help."
She didn't ask "with what." Instead, she pursed her lips. "Fine." He handed her the ring, and she slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
She was not going to take that as any kind of sign.
"I'll take good care of it," she said, brushing her thumb over the pearl.
"I know."