This is my first McLeod's FanFic; hope you like it.
This is a different take on what could have happened in episode 2 season 8, when Grace and Marcus got stuck in a mine shaft.
Enjoy!
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The cold was too much to handle. It crept up her body like rising water. Her clothes were soaked from the water-covered ground. Metres under the ground, she couldn't tell how much time had passed, but it had felt like they'd been there for an eternity. Her many layers of damp clothing felt like they were suffocating her. They were too heavy on her shoulders. She had to get them off. She had to free herself.
Shakily getting to her feet, she began to tug at the buttons on the jacket he'd wrapped around her. Finally freeing herself from the heavy jacket, she began lifting the bottom of her sweater up hurriedly.
She was stopped abruptly when his large hands, warm against her frozen wrists, grasped her and prohibited her from removing any more clothing.
"Let go!" she screamed, struggling against his hold.
"No, Grace! You'll freeze! Please, Grace," he pleaded with her; so lovingly that she could do nothing else but obey.
Her body going limp, she gazed up into his loving eyes and asked longingly, "Marcus, why can't you love me?"
"I do."
Awoken by a noise outside, Grace sat up in bed.
Looking over at her clock, she sighed and collapsed back onto her bed. It was only 1.37am.
She couldn't keep doing this; reliving those moments in that cold and dark mine shaft. But that's the thing; she was not reliving it in a true sense. Yes, it had been deathly cold. Yes, she had felt suffocated. Yes, she had practically confessed her love to him; but Marcus had not declared his love in return. He did not declare his love to her, because it was non-existent. He was with Ingrid; sort of.
Over at Killarney, Marcus woke with a start, after having a very similar dream to the one of Grace's.
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