Joshua Bam Bam Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

The Snow

It was the first big snow of the season. Throughout the day and all through the night, the sparkling snow had fallen heavily to the ground. Your first thought when you awoke was that you had too much to do and not enough daylight to get it done. Wintertime in Alaska meant that days were short and skies were gray, but the work never stopped.

The last thing people in your little village needed was to slog and stomp their way through the knee-deep snow to your café, eagerly anticipating a hot cup of coffee and a warm breakfast, only to find the building dark and the closed sign mockingly in place. So you gave one last looooong sigh and stretched your arms and legs. Kicking the warm covers off to the side, you rolled sleepily out of bed. Yanking down your long flannel nightgown, you stuffed your feet into your warm, furry slippers and headed straight for the front window. It was the first thing you did every morning and with snow in the forecast, you wanted to find out sooner than later how much had accumulated.

As you pulled back the curtain, at first your eye didn't register what you were seeing. A complete wall of white covered the window and your own reflection stared back at you. You had heard the wind blowing all night and you knew there would be mounds of snow because of the drifts, but not this deep. Your heart sank as you realized there was no way you could dig out of all of this snow in time to make it to the café by opening time. Shaking your head as you stepped away from the window, you reached for your phone to call your three regular customers to tell them to stay home. That is, if they hadn't already left.

An odd scratching sound coming from outside caught your attention as you lifted the phone to your ear. It wasn't a loud sound, but it was slow and rhythmic and it seemed to be coming from right outside your front door. Stepping to the front door, you turned the knob and slowly pulled the door open. If someone had taken your picture right at that moment, they would have captured a woman with wild messy hair and her mouth dropped open in almost comical surprise.

The snow had been piled on either side of your front door creating a narrow path. The stacked snow stood over five feet high. You stared down this snow tunnel at the man busily shoveling and tossing the wet snow. First to the left, then to the right as he worked his way toward the street in front of your house. You tried to see his face but with his back to you, all you could see was a head full of dark wavy curls that draped down over his shoulders. Heated from his exertions, he had shed his winter coat and was wearing only a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His thick shoulders and arms were a contrast to his slim waist and you found yourself wishing and praying he would look around so you could see his face.

"Hey, there!" You decided to take matters into your own hands.

When he looked at you, the morning sunlight glinted off the lens of his glasses and he greeted you with an open smile that shot straight into your heart. The fact that you were standing in your doorway wearing a nightgown and furry slippers was forgotten. He looked familiar but you couldn't quite place where you had seen him before.

"Hey!" He called back and laying the shovel to one side, he walked down the cleared path to greet you. "I saw your front door was completely blocked, so I thought I'd dig you out." He frowned a little as he explained and rubbed a thumb across his forehead. His eyes dipped down and based on his reaction you knew what you must look like and a heat of embarrassment rushed to your face. "I'm Bam Brown." He yanked off his glove and stuck out his hand and for you to shake.

"Oh, Hi. Yes, well...thanks. I appreciate you doing that for me." You stumbled over your words as his blue eyes stared back at you. He was so handsome that you were having a hard time focusing on what he was saying and so you dropped your eyes, but that brought your gaze to his muscular chest and you realized with a little jolt of panic that you were in big, big trouble.

"So, yeah." You jerked your gaze back up to his and finally found some rational words to say. "Why don't you grab your coat and come in for a minute and warm up. I can fix you some breakfast."

Never mind that you had just invited a complete stranger into your home for breakfast. And never mind that you were still standing there in your nightgown and slippers. Any man who would work this hard for someone he didn't know, was someone you would like to get to know.

"Thanks." Bam hesitated. "I'm almost done. Why don't I finish up and then I'll knock on your door in about thirty minutes. That will give you time to get dressed and...everything." His eyes slipped down and took in your outfit and you gave him a goofy smile that made him smile back at you and you nodded your head in agreement.

"Good idea, Bam." You turned to go back into your house but suddenly stopped and turned back. "Hey. I didn't introduce myself. I'm-"

"I know who you are." Bam smiled as he grabbed up his shovel. "You own the café down the street. I've seen you there a few times."

"Right! That's where I recognize you from." You exclaimed. "Alright. I'll get dressed and get breakfast started and I'll see you in about thirty minutes." Bam gave you a thumbs up and leaned back to his shoveling.

As you stepped back into your house, you finally registered how cold you were and at the same time you registered the phone still clutched in your hand.

"Oh, no!" You had forgotten all about opening the café. You had a choice to make. You could throw on your clothes and run down the newly cleared path and make it in time to open the café. Or you could fix yourself up, make a nice breakfast for you and Bam and call your regulars to say you wouldn't be open until later in the day. Decisions, decision.

Your grin was huge as you lifted the phone to your ear.