Title: Dear Kate... (1/1)
Author: Adunaphel
Email: victoriaannford@hotmail.com
Fandom: Midsomer Murders
Pairing: Barnaby/Troy implied
Rating: G
Summary: Response to challenge on Britslash, from Elfin:
'Dear Kate. No one can help me but I need some advice....

Warning: Just an angsty letter to an agony aunt. 

Authors note: I wrote this in response to Elfin's challenge on Britslash, as a thank you for all the great fic she's been giving us for this pairing.
Feedback is always appreciated. This is a draft copy so tell me what's bad so I can fix it up for the final story. 


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Dear Kate... 
by Adunaphel


Dear Kate,
 No one can help me but I need some advice.

Gavin Troy but the ballpoint pen down, this was pointless and stupid. He was writing to a woman he'd never met, asking her opinion on what he should do but it was like he had written in his letter; no one could help him. Troy picked up the pen again

I've always been very proud of being heterosexual, but recently I've been feeling incredibly attracted to a man I work for...he's a lot older than me, and a relationship would be difficult as he is married with a grown daughter

Gavin, keeping the pen in his hand, nibbled at his little finger. He felt stupid, he was a stereotypical straight man, he drank beer, he watched football, (but was that for the game or the men in shorts?) he read the top shelf magazines - with the women in.  Now, he was outing himself to a woman he had never met, and every person who read Kate Merryl's weekly column. Troy wasn't sure if the subject of the letter read the particular column, but if he did, Gavin was sure he'd figure straight away.   He was Causton's greatest DCI for god's sake...

Finally he penned a closing sentence.

Any advice you could give, would be received gratefully. 
Yours Sincerely
Gavin Troy

Troy was unsure about putting his full name, but the paper promised anonimosity to all printed, but required a full name in all correspondence for an undisclosed reason.   Troy folded the note, and stuffed it into a manilla envelope and scrawled an address on the front. He was undecided as to whether he would send it, but placed a 2nd class stamp on the envelope. 

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A few days later, Gavin Troy's cleaning lady let herself in with her key, she noticed the envelope on the side, and pushed it into the post box on her way home.

Troy never noticed that the envelope had gone. Until the case in Strangler's wood.

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"Have we met, I feel I know your name..."

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"So what sort of Agony column does she write, Troy?" DCI Barnaby asked the younger man walking beside him

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~End~

Yes, I know it sucked, but what would make it suck less?

(it didn't suck! - Ed)

Feed me: victoriaannford@hotmail.com