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whiterabbit1613 Jun. 13th, 2008 05:35 pmTitle: The Distance
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whiterabbit1613Rating: PG-13 (language)
Fandom/Pairing: Due South; gen
Prompt:
ds_aprilfools (10) like a girlSummary: Frannie is a girl.
And so what if she ran like a girl? Shot a gun like a girl? She fucking was a girl, and damn proud of it.
At some point, Frannie had decided she was sick of running around for the entire two-seven, gotten over her aversion for hats, and joined the Academy, with Welsh's blessing and letter of recommendation.
Okay, so it took her almost twenty-five minutes to pant her way through the mile, the first time, but she was getting better. And maybe she shot like a girl, whatever that meant, but she was the only one in her class who even hit the target the first time she pulled the trigger. (Ray had taught her how to shoot when she was still just a kid, "just in case," he said.)
If she had her way, she'd graduate first in her class, just to be able to shove it in the face of everyone who'd ever mocked her.
(What she didn't tell anyone was that she spent hours talking on the phone with Elaine, crying about how useless she was. Elaine always had something valuable to say. By the end of a conversation, Frannie was not only done crying, but she would have learned some trick or tip that allowed her to look really good in class the next day.)
As Frannie broke her first ten-minute mile, she realized it didn't matter who or what she'd been before. She was a cop now, and she sure as hell didn't run like a girl.
At some point, Frannie had decided she was sick of running around for the entire two-seven, gotten over her aversion for hats, and joined the Academy, with Welsh's blessing and letter of recommendation.
Okay, so it took her almost twenty-five minutes to pant her way through the mile, the first time, but she was getting better. And maybe she shot like a girl, whatever that meant, but she was the only one in her class who even hit the target the first time she pulled the trigger. (Ray had taught her how to shoot when she was still just a kid, "just in case," he said.)
If she had her way, she'd graduate first in her class, just to be able to shove it in the face of everyone who'd ever mocked her.
(What she didn't tell anyone was that she spent hours talking on the phone with Elaine, crying about how useless she was. Elaine always had something valuable to say. By the end of a conversation, Frannie was not only done crying, but she would have learned some trick or tip that allowed her to look really good in class the next day.)
As Frannie broke her first ten-minute mile, she realized it didn't matter who or what she'd been before. She was a cop now, and she sure as hell didn't run like a girl.
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