A crossover fanfic series based the book quot;my dear Bessiequot;

I will crossovering with two of my favorite shows

1. the miniseries quot;parade's endquot; starring Benedict cumberbatch

2, signed sealed delivered TV/movie series starring Eric Mabius and Kristin Booth.

The plot Oliver O'Toole grandfather, Chris died according to the instructions of his will when Oliver turns 30 to go his grandfather's deposit box in the bank and find a treasure to uncover about the true love story of Oliver's grandparents. While waiting he meets Shane who happens to work with in the dead letter section of the Denver, Colorado post office. The two of them get stuck in a bank vault they find Oliver's grandparents love letters. Oliver and Shane read them and envision tale of love, scarfice and hope with written word of Chris and Bessie O'Toole

This fanfic will also be a video series

More details will once i post few chapters

Enjoy

Hope always series one chapter 1

Chapter 1 episode one at the beginning

Autumn 1943 Denver, Colorado Post office

Hello, I am Christopher O'Toole,

My mother has always told me that God is the like the breeze. Even though you can't see him you can feel him blowing into the direction you are meant to go. Those words always stuck with me and God prove it for the autumn blew my dear Bessie into my life.

I remember the first time I saw her, my dear Bessie. Blonde, tall in a dress with sun flowers. I was training her for my post as post office clerk. I was leaving the post office for I was being drafted in the first world war. One day while at my desk postmarking letters I look at the around the corner and I see the boldness of color of her sundress. I peak for my eyes seeing her kissing a male friend of hers on the cheek. I was not at all surprised she had A man of her own for her beauty was irresistible. I found her irresistible when she was skipping towards me and leans my desk. My heart skips a beat when she speaks and said,

"You must be Chris. Hi I am Bessie."

I don't know nor care about who she was with at the time. All I knew, God sent me the breeze and the direction was leading to her my soulmate, the woman I was going to marry.

Fast Forward 72 years later

Summer 2015 Denver, Colorado

Hello, Oliver, my grandson you are now thirty years old. Happy birthday! Your grandmother and I both want you see that love conquers all in God is part of that right now even though you feeling hurt and betray by the woman you were married to. You are think why try again why get hurt again. Love my darling, grandson, Love will never fail or give up on you. God show me that and he will show you that as well when the breeze will blew to your direction of your soulmate...

Christopher stopped writing for a second as the embrace of his wife, Bessie holding his hand. Christopher glances at her lying in the hospital bed she smiles at him and asks,

"Why did you stop writing, my darling, Chris?"

"Do you think this will help him?"

"I don't see any other way, my darling. He needs to know our love story. We should have told him this story before all mess happen. Oliver will understand when we are both gone and together in heaven he'll understand. "

Chris kisses her hand and proceeds to writing to his grandson his love story. After his Bessie was always right.

Winter 2016, Denver, Colorado, Denver Cemetery,

Oliver O'Toole stood in front of family, friends and coworkers at the funeral of both of his grandparents to deliver his eulogy the best way he knew how to in a letter,

Dear family, friends and coworkers,

My Grandparents, Christopher and Bessie O'Toole, they both were people who believe in God, Love and the meaning giving hope in the written word. They told how they fell in love while during time my Grandfather was training my grandmother for his postal clerk position when he was leaving to go to war. They agreed to be pen pals during his deployment. Sadly, my Grandparents never share me the letters. They both dedicating servants of God, paving me to be saved as well though God's Grace. They dedicated their work of the Denver main Branch post office for fifty years. Along with me and father maintaining that legacy within my family. As I stand here, and feel the breeze I know that is God brushing my cheek off my shed tears that my grandparents are in a better place. I thank all of you for being here today, and I know my grandparents are looking down know that their love and dedication will never be forgotten.

Oliver finishes his eulogy, folds it and throws into the ground before his grandparents caskets are lower into the ground. The funeral ends, Oliver walks to the car, he is stopped by the calling of his name,

"Oliver!" Oliver turns to see his grandparents lifelong friend and attorney, Mike come towards him. Oliver often to refer to him as Uncle Mike.

"Hello, Uncle Mike, thanks for helping the family out with funeral, I appreciated it."

"It was my honor, Oliver, listen as you, your grandparents were well prepare for this, which why I would like to see about their will for you are fore-mention in their will."

"Oh, of course, um, Can see you after work on Monday morning?"

"Sounds fine with me, Oliver." Uncle Mike hugs him goodbye and leaves.

Oliver proceeds to get in his car for the winds blew pass him once more, and he turn to see a woman with blonde hair pinned up, in a flower lace black dress standing in front his grandparents graves. He sighed, wondering what woman his age would be standing there. He has never met nor his grandparents have never mention a woman like her before. But he the strangest feeling about this woman, his notice the breeze was blowing towards her direction. Despite the curiosity, Oliver had, about this mysterious blonde woman his grief was still overwhelming him he got in car and drove off where time to time to glance in the distance of the blonde woman, wondering if would see her again. But what Oliver didn't know God certainty has a plan for them to met again.

Three days later

Oliver walks into Denver Main branch Post office into the DLO know as the Dead Letter Office.

He greets his fellows co-workers Norman Dorman and Rita Haywith

"Good morning my colleagues"

Norman pats him on the back hands him a cup of coffee,

Rita hugs quickly greets him,

"Good morning, Oliver lovely eulogy yesterday so moving that Norman was so enough to offer me tissues."

Rita about to cry once more before Norman rushes in to hand her another tissue and greeting Oliver, and hands him a cup of coffee

"Good Morning, Oliver here is a cup of coffee, well done on grandparents eulogy."

"Thank you, for everything my friends,"

He walks over to his desk with a package from his father Joesph O'Toole he closes his breathes in a word of pray before opening it.

"Dear God, Heavenly Father, while the wounds of my lost grandfather are still healing I hope this package serves good in his memory."

He opens the packages and smiles to his father stay true to what they have discussed a plague of honor for his grandfather and grandmother joining dark of night award. Oliver places his grandparents plague on the stand behind his desk the plague is inscribe with heartfelt message of faith and love it reads

"God is the breeze he blew these two towards each other's direction in the dark of night."

Later that day

The phone rings at Oliver desk his looks at his watch he grandfather gave him on his 29th birthday. He wipes a tear from his face knowing today marks his 30th birthday

He picks up the phone,

"Hello; this is Oliver O'Toole"

"Oliver, its Uncle Mike here can we meet me at the Denver bank in 30 minutes want to do settle somethings with your Grandparents will."

"Yes of course, Uncle Mike will be there in thirty minutes."

The winds were rustling and blew cold through the cheeks of Shane McIenery. She hated cold weather but she thought a moving Washington, D.C. To Denver, Colorado two years ago would be better for you. New life a restart to mess she had in Washington. She was waking to bank to settle some grievances. She was trying her best to walk there but wind so strong that feet in heels could withstand no longer that stumbles over crack in the sidewalk almost fall to the ground but someone behind her pulls up from the ground he says

"Madem, are you alight?"

"I am just still not use to this gusty wind thanks so much.."

The man comes in front her informs her,

"Oliver O'Toole, that is my name, I am happy to assist you Ms?"

"Shane, Shane McIenery, thanks so for your assistance, I hate to be bother Mr. O'Toole, thanks to the side walk my heel broken, would mind assisting me to Denver which is right up the block,"

Oliver smirks as finds this wind giving him the direction help Shane, a blonde young beautiful woman which he felt he knew her so he informs her.

"Today is your lucky day, for I am to the Denver bank as well Ms. McIenery"

He helps her by having Ms. McIenery lean into his shoulder as he hold her back. She giggles at him,

"May I ask what you find humorous about this misfortune?"

"Nothing, you say I am lucky to have find you, but wise man told me luck is religion for the lazy."

Oliver stop for second and asked,

"Have we meet before.?"

Shane was about to answer when uncle Mike sees them together and says

"Oliver and Shane good you two have meet here let us inside from the cold and talk."

Both Oliver and Shane look at each other wondering what surprises were coming next.