Pull

Prologue to the Fall Series
by Tiriel
Rating: PG, m/m (Cooper/Truman)

Takes place a few days before the events of "Approach" - Dale thinks about an action and a realization.

Disclaimer: The characters of this story don't belong to me...they came from the twisted minds of David Lynch and Mark Frost (and I mean that respectfully)-I'll put them back when I'm done. Please don't sue me, all I have are student loans...

Another smut-free story. Weird, huh?

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Diane, I feel the need to work something out in my head, attempt to gain some clarity. So, I am, as usual, addressing myself to you. Today I became aware of the fact that I am attracted to Twin Peaks Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Albert and his team had just arrived at the station. Harry and I were about to go out to meet them. I patted Harry on the shoulder--not an unusual gesture, although, now that I think about it, he and I do seem to touch far more frequently than is strictly necessary, and the boundaries of my personal space seem to be nearly nonexistent where he is concerned. An interesting observation, and one that I must consider further in the days ahead. But, back to the point.

I patted him on the shoulder, and then--how odd--I can feel myself blushing as I say this, Diane--I tweaked his nose. I am a grown man. Harry is a grown man. I tweaked his nose and made a funny little sound, as if he were a cute child, and I have no idea where the impulse to do it came from. I do know that the next impulse I had, which I did manage to suppress, was the impulse to kiss him.

In retrospect, I believe that I can pin down the reasons for my attraction to him, but I find myself uncertain of the exact point at which it began. To start with, Harry has been nothing but cooperative and accepting since I arrived. He's welcomed my presence and been very helpful. But that alone doesn't explain this. I am odd, Diane. I am an unusual man, often called strange, eccentric, or even crazy. I understand and accept this to be true. While I know that I often amuse and/or bewilder him, Harry accepts me as I am. He doesn't laugh at me or ridicule me to his deputies--in or out of my presence. He seems to truly accept not only my authority here and my investigative methods, but also me as a human being. That is, to say the least, uncommon.

But I must be on my guard, Diane. Losing objectivity in an investigation is a dangerous thing. I will not pursue this. I will not approach. I will seek to fully understand the pull I feel in my groin and in my heart, but I will not act on it. However, in the spirit of the honesty with which I have always addressed you, I must confess that if Harry were to approach me, were to, for example, knock on my hotel room door one night, I'm not certain my resolve to stay uninvolved would hold. But, unless I miss my guess, that is not likely to happen at this point in time.

I am certain that Harry is thoroughly enamored with the lovely Josie Packard, and while I am equally certain that she keeps secrets from him of an as yet undetermined nature, there is no telling when those things will come to light or how Harry will react when they do. I will continue to observe my own reactions and be on my guard. Thank you, Diane, for your constant tolerance of my personal disclosures. I don't say it often enough, but your discretion and patience are, as always, appreciated.

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Tiriel

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