*Summary*
Alex has been asked to write a poem in honour of those affected by September 11th. This is out kind of late but I needed to find a really good poem. This is my first story where Alex is the center of attention. I hope you enjoy it..the other members of Third Watch are in it too! Oh..and I don't own the poem! Joyce Dugdale does!
R+R
+Remembered+
~September 10th/02~
Alex Taylor groaned and crumpled the paper up. She threw it at the garbage bin and muttered when it bounced of the rim and landed on the hard-wood floor. The garbage was already so full of crumpled sheets that it wouldn't of held anymore anyways. "Man..how am I supposed to do this?!" She asked herself, she hadn't written a really good poem in literally years.
"Just let the words come."
Alex snapped her head up and spied Jimmy leaning against the doorframe that led downstairs. "Just what do you know about poetry?" She grinned, forgetting about her problems with poem for a second. "Nothin'" Was Jimmy's simple reply.
Alex rolled her eyes and looked back down at her fresh paper, tapping the pen as she thought. Jimmy shrugged and went back downstairs. "~He wasn't much help~" She thought sarcastically, quickly returning to her poem.
"Why did I agree to do this..?" Alex groaned loudly...knowing the answer. Her boyfriend Ty Davis had encouraged her to take up the request that her chief had made known a week ago. She'd been working on it after work and inbetween calls eversince. It was already September 10th and still..nothing came to mind.
Alex figured that she had been asked to write the poem because her father, who had also been a firefighter, had died on September 11th. Tomorrow, everyone that worked for the 55 was invited to a special cermony that night, family members were also welcomed. Speeches would be made and there would be a cermonial dance afterwards to celebrate those who survived and to grieve those who died.
Alex was suddenly broken from her thoughts when a call came through. A house on boulavard was on fire and they were requesting the 55's assistance. She quickly jumped off the chair she'd been sitting on and got suited up. Soon she, Jimmy and the others were on there way to stop the 3 alarm blaze.
-*-
The fire truck pulled up beside the house just as Bosco came bursting throught the front door, smoke billowing behind him. He held a little boy in his arms.
Alex jumped out of the truck and rushed up to the young officer and little boy, Jimmy at her heels. Jimmy quickly took the boy from Bosco while Alex helped him walk over to Kim, who was currently treating the mother for smoke inhalation.
"Keep this on until I say so." Kim ordered. The woman nodded, her eyes on her little boy. "He's gunna be okay, Doc over there is the best medic in the city." Faith smiled as she walked up to them, knowing what it felt like to be a worried mother. The woman nodded and relaxed slightly.
Alex quickly rushed over to the bus with Bosco coughing uncontrolably behind her. Faith's smile quickly turned into a worried frown at the sight of her partner.
Kim directed the officer to a small chair that she had set up in the bus. Once he had sat down, she quickly put an oxygen mask around his mouth and told him to keep it there.
"What did you think you were doing? Running into the building like that?! You coulda been killed....." Faith scolded her partner...inside however, she had really been worried that he wouldn't have made it out of the now smoldering house.
Kim rolled her eyes and started to examine Bosco. "He'll need to go to Mercy so he can be treated for these burns." She explained, causing Faith to yell at her partner all over again.
Bosco rolled his eyes and settled back into the chair....this would take awhile.
-(*)-
Alex smiled as she walked back towards the truck. She could still hear Faith yelling at Bosco for his stupidity. She shook her head when she noticed Jimmy asking Kim to go with him to the cermony with him tomorrow, of course, Kim accepted the offer with a suspicous...but excited smile.
"Jimmy really has changed.." Alex thought as she watched the two laugh over a joke the handsome firefighter had just made.
"Hey beautiful."
Alex smile widened when she heard Ty's warm voice come from behind her. She quickly turned around and cracked, "I didn't even notice you!" Ty pretended to look hurt but gave up and simply kissed her instead.
"Mmmmmmm...we're on the job here tough cop......" Alex murmered. Ty sighed and pulled away with a mysterious smile and whispered, "We'll save the rest for tonight." Alex returned the smile and muttered, "I can't wait."
"Soooo..how's the poem coming?" Ty asked hesitantly. He winced when his girlfriend groaned and said, "I'm totally stuck Ty...I've musta written a million poems....none of them are good enough."
Ty smiled and said, "Look in the top drawer beside your overnight bed at the firehouse....I think you'll get some inspiration there." Alex looked at him with a confused face.
"Trust me."
Alex shrugged and nodded, just as Jimmy called, saying that they were leaving. "Bye...I'll see YOU tonight." Alex winked as she kissed him and walked away.
"Don't forget to look!!"
Alex nodded and ran towards the truck. She quickly jumped in and they immdiatley headed back towards the firehouse.
-(*)-
Alex opened the top drawer beside her bed and instantly spotted the picture of her father in full uniform, smiling at the camera. Behind the photograph were dozens of newspaper articles that he had kept over the years, most were settled around work. She herself had added to his collection of the firehouse articles...most of them from September Eleventh.
Alex wiped away the single tear from her cheek, not able to believe that Ty would actually remember where she stored these precious reminders of her father for safekeeping. She slowly smiled and set the picture on the desk she had been trying to write the poem on and quickly sat down. After a few minutes of tapping the pen and staring at her fathers smiling face, the words started to come to her. "Two thousand one, nine eleven....five thousand plus, arrive in heaven..." She recited as she wrote the words down on the paper.
Alex took a deep breath and continued to write the poem.
-(*)-
~September 11th/02~
Everyone clapped as Lieutenant Swersky left the podium. It was a clear starry night and the people of the 55 sat at round tables for four or five, candles were brightly lit in the centre of each. The podium and surrounding area were elaboratly decorated with flowers and pictures of those who had died exactly a year ago. A young woman and her two children sat at a table. The young mother's husband had been a cop when he had died in the two towers....his name was Jake Mathews, he'd worked the second shift so no one on the third watch had known him that well.
There was a dance floor stationed to the left, a wide navy blue cloth was shaped as a roof, in case the weather went bad.
"I would now like to call Alex Taylor, a firefighter for the 55 who works the third shift, to the podium...she will be reading a poem to close the presentations and speeches." The MC said politley as he waved Alex to come up.
-(*)-
Alex took a deep breath and made her way to the podium, clutching her poem to her heart. Her long, black dress sparkled as she settled herself behind the podium and adjusted the microphone. She scanned the crowd and spotted Ty and Sully at their table. Ty nodded to her encouragenly. She exhaled slowly and said, "My father, who was a chief and firefighter, died September 11th, 2001....along with many others, he will be greatly missed forever by those who knew him, and even those who didn't. I call my poem...."Remembered."
The young woman looked down at her paper and looked back up. Without another word....she began to read the poem that she put her whole heart and sole into.....
R+R
If you want to hear the poem...it's simple....review!
Alex has been asked to write a poem in honour of those affected by September 11th. This is out kind of late but I needed to find a really good poem. This is my first story where Alex is the center of attention. I hope you enjoy it..the other members of Third Watch are in it too! Oh..and I don't own the poem! Joyce Dugdale does!
R+R
+Remembered+
~September 10th/02~
Alex Taylor groaned and crumpled the paper up. She threw it at the garbage bin and muttered when it bounced of the rim and landed on the hard-wood floor. The garbage was already so full of crumpled sheets that it wouldn't of held anymore anyways. "Man..how am I supposed to do this?!" She asked herself, she hadn't written a really good poem in literally years.
"Just let the words come."
Alex snapped her head up and spied Jimmy leaning against the doorframe that led downstairs. "Just what do you know about poetry?" She grinned, forgetting about her problems with poem for a second. "Nothin'" Was Jimmy's simple reply.
Alex rolled her eyes and looked back down at her fresh paper, tapping the pen as she thought. Jimmy shrugged and went back downstairs. "~He wasn't much help~" She thought sarcastically, quickly returning to her poem.
"Why did I agree to do this..?" Alex groaned loudly...knowing the answer. Her boyfriend Ty Davis had encouraged her to take up the request that her chief had made known a week ago. She'd been working on it after work and inbetween calls eversince. It was already September 10th and still..nothing came to mind.
Alex figured that she had been asked to write the poem because her father, who had also been a firefighter, had died on September 11th. Tomorrow, everyone that worked for the 55 was invited to a special cermony that night, family members were also welcomed. Speeches would be made and there would be a cermonial dance afterwards to celebrate those who survived and to grieve those who died.
Alex was suddenly broken from her thoughts when a call came through. A house on boulavard was on fire and they were requesting the 55's assistance. She quickly jumped off the chair she'd been sitting on and got suited up. Soon she, Jimmy and the others were on there way to stop the 3 alarm blaze.
-*-
The fire truck pulled up beside the house just as Bosco came bursting throught the front door, smoke billowing behind him. He held a little boy in his arms.
Alex jumped out of the truck and rushed up to the young officer and little boy, Jimmy at her heels. Jimmy quickly took the boy from Bosco while Alex helped him walk over to Kim, who was currently treating the mother for smoke inhalation.
"Keep this on until I say so." Kim ordered. The woman nodded, her eyes on her little boy. "He's gunna be okay, Doc over there is the best medic in the city." Faith smiled as she walked up to them, knowing what it felt like to be a worried mother. The woman nodded and relaxed slightly.
Alex quickly rushed over to the bus with Bosco coughing uncontrolably behind her. Faith's smile quickly turned into a worried frown at the sight of her partner.
Kim directed the officer to a small chair that she had set up in the bus. Once he had sat down, she quickly put an oxygen mask around his mouth and told him to keep it there.
"What did you think you were doing? Running into the building like that?! You coulda been killed....." Faith scolded her partner...inside however, she had really been worried that he wouldn't have made it out of the now smoldering house.
Kim rolled her eyes and started to examine Bosco. "He'll need to go to Mercy so he can be treated for these burns." She explained, causing Faith to yell at her partner all over again.
Bosco rolled his eyes and settled back into the chair....this would take awhile.
-(*)-
Alex smiled as she walked back towards the truck. She could still hear Faith yelling at Bosco for his stupidity. She shook her head when she noticed Jimmy asking Kim to go with him to the cermony with him tomorrow, of course, Kim accepted the offer with a suspicous...but excited smile.
"Jimmy really has changed.." Alex thought as she watched the two laugh over a joke the handsome firefighter had just made.
"Hey beautiful."
Alex smile widened when she heard Ty's warm voice come from behind her. She quickly turned around and cracked, "I didn't even notice you!" Ty pretended to look hurt but gave up and simply kissed her instead.
"Mmmmmmm...we're on the job here tough cop......" Alex murmered. Ty sighed and pulled away with a mysterious smile and whispered, "We'll save the rest for tonight." Alex returned the smile and muttered, "I can't wait."
"Soooo..how's the poem coming?" Ty asked hesitantly. He winced when his girlfriend groaned and said, "I'm totally stuck Ty...I've musta written a million poems....none of them are good enough."
Ty smiled and said, "Look in the top drawer beside your overnight bed at the firehouse....I think you'll get some inspiration there." Alex looked at him with a confused face.
"Trust me."
Alex shrugged and nodded, just as Jimmy called, saying that they were leaving. "Bye...I'll see YOU tonight." Alex winked as she kissed him and walked away.
"Don't forget to look!!"
Alex nodded and ran towards the truck. She quickly jumped in and they immdiatley headed back towards the firehouse.
-(*)-
Alex opened the top drawer beside her bed and instantly spotted the picture of her father in full uniform, smiling at the camera. Behind the photograph were dozens of newspaper articles that he had kept over the years, most were settled around work. She herself had added to his collection of the firehouse articles...most of them from September Eleventh.
Alex wiped away the single tear from her cheek, not able to believe that Ty would actually remember where she stored these precious reminders of her father for safekeeping. She slowly smiled and set the picture on the desk she had been trying to write the poem on and quickly sat down. After a few minutes of tapping the pen and staring at her fathers smiling face, the words started to come to her. "Two thousand one, nine eleven....five thousand plus, arrive in heaven..." She recited as she wrote the words down on the paper.
Alex took a deep breath and continued to write the poem.
-(*)-
~September 11th/02~
Everyone clapped as Lieutenant Swersky left the podium. It was a clear starry night and the people of the 55 sat at round tables for four or five, candles were brightly lit in the centre of each. The podium and surrounding area were elaboratly decorated with flowers and pictures of those who had died exactly a year ago. A young woman and her two children sat at a table. The young mother's husband had been a cop when he had died in the two towers....his name was Jake Mathews, he'd worked the second shift so no one on the third watch had known him that well.
There was a dance floor stationed to the left, a wide navy blue cloth was shaped as a roof, in case the weather went bad.
"I would now like to call Alex Taylor, a firefighter for the 55 who works the third shift, to the podium...she will be reading a poem to close the presentations and speeches." The MC said politley as he waved Alex to come up.
-(*)-
Alex took a deep breath and made her way to the podium, clutching her poem to her heart. Her long, black dress sparkled as she settled herself behind the podium and adjusted the microphone. She scanned the crowd and spotted Ty and Sully at their table. Ty nodded to her encouragenly. She exhaled slowly and said, "My father, who was a chief and firefighter, died September 11th, 2001....along with many others, he will be greatly missed forever by those who knew him, and even those who didn't. I call my poem...."Remembered."
The young woman looked down at her paper and looked back up. Without another word....she began to read the poem that she put her whole heart and sole into.....
R+R
If you want to hear the poem...it's simple....review!