LETTERS
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
Yes, I know I shouldn't be starting another fic when I have three on-going already, but I really wanted to do this crossover and it was the only way I could realistically made it happen. Life with Derek belongs to Canadian Television and whoever else is affiliated with it. Flashpoint and its characters belong to Mark Ellis, Ava Mar, Media Bell, and Pink Sky. Flashpoint started right when Life With Derek was ending which meant that while Sam was mid-twenties/early thirties, Casey was like seventeen or eighteen and I tried to make things realistic, so I decided to "rewind" so to speak so Casey's going to be thirteen while Sam's eighteen, which I believe is the correct age of eligibility in Canada. I live in the US so I googled it and I apologize if I'm wrong and I encourage you to please tell me. Italics will be Casey's letters and bold with be Sam's letters. Each chapter will alternate between Sam and Casey depending on length. This is gonna be another one of my larger projects as my goal is to through Sam's S.R.U. days.
Casey sat in her seat, drumming her fingers on her desk, waiting for the teacher to come in. She wanted to know what this new assignment was that Mrs. Channing was so excited about. According to her, it was going to be a "cultural experience" for them. She wasn't sure what the woman meant by that, but she was sure that it'd be interesting. Finally, the door opened and the woman-who was five-eight with brown hair and wearing an adult version of the school's uniform-walked in with a large box of stationary and a large stack of photos.
"Class, we're going to have an on-going assignment. And yes, I said "We" because I'm going to be doing it too," she told them.
"Who are we writing letters to?" Casey's cousin Victoria wondered.
"We're going to be writing to the men and women serving in the military and I'll be assigning a pen pal to each of you and there is no switching with each other," she answered, handing each of them stationary and a photo. Victoria looked at her file and made a noise of interest. I guess she likes the guy she was assigned, she thought to herself and then turned her attention to her own file and stared at the photo. It was a Caucasian male who appeared to be about eighteen with chestnut blonde hair and the name read Sam Braddock. He looks so young. I wonder why he's in the Army, she thought to herself. Well, she supposed that could be her first question. With that, she took out a pen and began writing.
Dear Sam, my name is Casey MacDonald and my class is doing a pen-pal assignment and you were the one who was assigned to me. I have a younger sister named Lizzie and my parents are Dennis and Nora MacDonald. If you don't mind me asking, why did you choose to enlist? What was the appeal? Isn't it kind of scary? I can't imagine doing something like that. But I'm glad you are. Thank you for choosing to do something like this. If no one else says it, you'll hear it from me: thank you. Well, I guess I'll write more to you later. Again, thanks for what you were doing.
Casey put the pen down and smiled. She wasn't really sure why, but she had a good feeling about this assignment. Of course if she ever said that out loud, the other girls would just ridicule her. Well…maybe not seeing as how everyone here was an overachiever just like her. You had to be to get ahead here, so maybe they were all feeling the same way that she was. And who knew? Maybe she'd learn something more about the guy. And to tell the truth, she was rather excited about it. She hoped that this Sam Braddock guy was a good guy and that he was receptive to the letters. After all, not everyone liked to get letters from kids or even like reading them. For all she knew, this guy probably didn't want to be bothered by her letter. Or maybe he'd laugh at her. She'd just have to wait and see.