Yes, I know I write too many fics and not enough chapters, lol :P, what do I look like? Comcast OnDemand Fan Fic service? lol, well, in short, I have created, you guessed it, another ongoing fan fic, STUPID WRITERS BLOCK I'LL SCORPIO YOU!! Read, review and enjoy!
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Ed walked into the briefing room of the SRU, he stood at the door, "Boss you wanted to see me?"
Greg looked up from his paperwork, "Yeah, Eddy, sit down."
Ed took a swivel chair and sat down next to his boss.
"So, Commander Holleran wants us to lead the new cadet program, I want you and Jules to go to Maplewood to give a presentation about it,"
"You sure boss? I'd think Spike or Wordy'd work better with the kids,"
"Yeah, but you have a teenage kid, you're probably more apt to connect with them, and get them more interested in this program,"
"Alright, what ever you say boss,"
"Thanks Ed,"
Ed nodded and left the briefing room.
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"Hey, Kelly," Jesse, Kelly's best friend, came running up to the teenage student, "so, the Strategic Response Unit's coming to our school."
Kelly looked at Jesse, "Why?" she asked.
"Beats me, maybe they're talking about drugs or school violence or something," Jesse replied with a shrug.
"Great, you know, it's the same story, every single year they all talk about how drugs and guns don't mix with people, who listens? No one."
"Yep, but hey, we get out of Calc for free," Jesse said with a grin.
"Thank God,"
"So you comin' to the movies tonight?"
"Sorry, I can't. Gotta do homework,"
"You always say that when I want a night on the town, c'mon live a little, bring Tom for a date or something."
"Look, I'm sorry, I can't. I'm busy after school today, and dad doesn't like it if I come home late."
"Okay, I just want you to have fun."
"I'm sorry, I can't."
The bell rang and both girls went off to class.
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'Shit,' Kelly thought as she got home later than she intended. She slowly eased the door open, her father was passed out on the couch, drunk again. Though his blood alcohol content was 2 times the legal limit, he was a light sleeper.
Snrk. Her father rolled over and opened his eyes as soon as Kelly made a floorboard squeak. "You done with the dinner?" he asked drunkenly.
Kelly cringed and prepared for the worse as she answered with the inevitable truth. "N-no,"
"WHAT?!" he yelled, Kelly flinched. He was on his feet and dragging the teenager by the hair he roughly hauled her into the kitchen and pushed her on the ground. "You good fer nothin', GET STARTED!!"
He slapped her across the face and left. His rebuke wasn't as bad as it could have been, but Kelly felt the sting even after putting ice on it. She quietly made dinner, which he ate without leaving her any.
That night, Kelly's father pushed her down the stairs and into the basement, he kicked and beat her until he got bored and left her. Kelly hadn't screamed once, she had long ago learned that screaming never did anything but make her dad angrier, and more apt to kick and beat her.
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The auditorium was crowded and filled with people, Kelly had taken a few Advil that morning, and with a story about how she fell down the stairs at her house, that was only slightly true, she managed to get away with limping a bit.
She saw the two SRU officers standing on the stage one was a bald, middle aged man, he had blue eyes that were fearless, kind of like the eyes of an action movie star. The other one was a girl, who Kelly had a hard time believing was a cop; she was just so . . . small.
They both waited for the chatter to quiet down, which, it did under the male cop's withering stare that would kill a forest if it was feasible.
"Good morning," he said into the microphone, "I'm Constable Ed Lane and this is Constable Jules Callaghan." He pointed to the woman.
This, of course, was followed by cat calls and wert-whirls from the back, Jules clenched her teeth and fought back the urge to Scorpio them on the spot.
Ed fought back an immature smile and coughed into the microphone, "Ahem!"
The auditorium fell silent as if they all had been Scorpioed.
"We aren't here today to talk about drugs or school violence, that's next week, but we are here to talk about the cadet program for the Strategic Response Unit. It meets weekdays from 3 to 7 and weekends, including the summer, from 9 am to 5 pm. You'll learn basic tactical training and hostage negotiations."
Someone raised their hand.
Ed called on them.
The person stood up, "Wait, when you say 'basic tactical training', does that mean we get to fire a gun?!" He looked excited.
"Once you have proved that you won't do anything stupid with it, yes, you'll learn to shoot a gun. But you'll also learn hand-to-hand combat, basic defensive skills, including learning how to use a ballistic shield correctly. This also counts as extra credit for your physical fitness course."
Kelly needed extra credit sorely in that class, she couldn't change in front of anyone without showing bruises, and so she usually skipped, even though her pain tolerance was so high by now, someone could very well shoot her and she'd be able to function normally.
"Alright, well, if anyone has any questions, or needs a permission form, Constable Callaghan and I will be available at all lunch shifts." Ed said, "Is there anything you'd like to add Constable Callaghan?"
"No, I think that pretty much sums it up," she said shooting a venomous glare towards the back when they once again dissolved in a myriad of wert-whirls. Again, Kelly had a hard time believing that she was a police officer.
At lunch, Ed seemed to be surrounded by all the girls, more apt to gush over how hot he is ((if only they saw Sam . . .)) than ask any relevant questions about the cadet program. Jules was having the same exact problem, except with the guys. Kelly managed to fight her way through the throng of testosterone fueled teens and to Jules.
"Hey," Jules greeted.
"Hi, umm, could I have one of those permission slips?"
"Yeah, sure," Jules handed her the form, "turn it in by next week to the person at the front desk at the Strategic Response Unit head quarters, you know where that is, right?"
"Yeah, I pass it on my way to school."
"Okay," Jules did some mental calculations, if the girl lived in a place where the route to school would take her to the SRU, she'd be living close to Jules's house.
Kelly took the sheet and smiled, "Thanks."
"No problem," Jules smiled back, "You're the only girl who's signed up so far."
"I'm not surprised," Kelly said signing the list of people who'd join.
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Kelly got home early and started dinner, trying to end the evening as painlessly as possible, though, her dad would find something to anger him, and beat her anyway.
Her dad ate dinner in silence, once again finishing it off before Kelly could get a bite, Kelly had to ask the question.
"Hey dad, there's this after school program, it offers extra credit, so maybe I could join?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," he answered getting his 5th beer from the fridge.
He looked at the permission form and in a drunken scrawl, signed his name on the lines. He didn't take another look at it. Kelly knew that if she was home by 8, he wouldn't beat her for being late.
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TBC dun dun dun. I might not update as fast as you want me too, I am so terribly sorry about the non-updates on my other ones, I guess u'll have to wait, but the longer you wait, the better it'll be when its finally up.
SO PLEASE NO KNOCKING ON MY WINDOWS WITH A REMMY OR A GRENADE LAUNCHER, OR I'LL GET TEAM ONE TO GUARD MY HOUSE
AND BTW:I'm writing a novel now, so def, it's gonna be a juggling act. But if one day you see a book called Pushing the Limits by an Emily Wong, well, you'll finally get to see SAR132-4's first published original work.
Once I finish my novel, I'm sending a bunch of copies to the Flashpoint set, 1 for Jules, 1 for Sam, 1 for Ed, 1 for Greg, 1 for Spike, 1 for Wordy and 1 for Lou. AND 1 for Mark and 1 for Stephanie as well as several more for those miscellaneous cast, just so they have something to read. And if they come to my house, well, let's just say it's gonna take a kiss from Sam to resuscitate me, and then pull me back under as I realize it was Sam. But I'll die happy! :)