Happy Thursday Ho's! You know that can only mean one thing, it's Community FanFic day. And while our good friend Nibbles bravely faces her surgery today, I think the bestway that we can show we're thinking of her is to give her a bloody good CFF for her to read while she recovers. Good luck Nibs & wishing you a very speedy recovery :o).
Ok, so last week we started a character them with Jake - although I'm disappointed that I still didn't get to find out why his peen is called Janice *sigh*. Anyway, this week I've decided that I'm going to dedicate our CFF to a character who doesn't always get to play a big part, so to speak, in fics. I'm talking of course about...
Jasper! And not just any Jasper either, I'm talking Major Jasper Whitlock, the Civil War version. So, let's go..
My ears pricked up as I thought I heard the sound of running water nearby. I pulled on the reins to bring my horse, Vincent, to a halt, as I listened harder. Yep, my ears weren't deceiving me, at long last! I dug my feet into his sides to urge him on again, steering him toward the trees at the bottom of the slope on which we stood.
When we reached the bottom, we picked a path through the undergrowth, until it cleared and we found ourselves next to a wide, natural pool that had formed in the river. Thankfully the opposite bank was under cover of trees too, the last thing I needed now was to be spotted when I'd done so well at getting away.
I dismounted Vincent and tethered him to the nearest tree, close enough to the water that he could drink. Anticipation was building in me now as I watched the sweet, clear flowing water, suddenly extra aware of the grime and sweat that coated my skin. I peeled off the thick layers of the top half of my uniform, discarding them in a heap on the floor, in too much of a hurry to get into the inviting water to fold them. I sat to unlace my boots. The action of pulling them off alone, was enough to make me sigh in ecstatic relief, so when I was finally naked and stepped into the cool water I was feling as though I'd died and one to heaven. I slowly immersed myself in the water. It was cold, but not unpleasantly so and I felt my body becoming quickly acclimatised to the temperature. Floating gently on my back I was silent, listening to the sounds of nature all around, when suddenly I heard the crack of a branch snapping beneath somebody's foot on the opposite bank.
I froze, then a figure came into view....