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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.


"What are you working on?" Drew asked, sitting down beside Candy as she typed away on her laptop.

"Sociology paper," she replied. "I'm writing about how most people came to have their careers."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, okay, at 17 someone tells you, decide how you want to spend the rest of your life," Candy said. "So, I've been going around asking people about their jobs and if that was what they knew they wanted to do when they were 17 and about to enter college. I've always known that I wanted to study music but I didn't consider becoming a music teacher until last year. Did you want to be a police officer when you were seventeen?"

"Hardly," he scoffed.

"So what did you want to be when you were seventeen?"

He shrugged. "I don't remember wanting to be anything. I wanted to ride my motorcycle and drive fast cars and have lots of money. That's about it."

"And how were you going to finance that?" she asked with a laugh.

Wu didn't laugh; instead he looked at his hands. "I guess its truth or dare time. At seventeen, I was in a gang."

"You were in a gang?" she asked, incredulously.

He nodded. "I was young and stupid and…, my parents moved us here, well, Seattle, when I was thirteen. I was this geeky little kid who didn't know anyone. There were these guys that hung out on my street. Older. My cousin, Angelo hung out with them sometimes. He was all of fourteen, so you know; he had to be the best judge of character. We were too deep in before we really figured out what was going on. They come at young boys hard. Drugs, money, booze, girls, pretty much whatever anyone could want. To kids who grew up with nothing, it looks like a pretty good life. You don't see the costs until they ask you to do something unspeakable."

"Is that why you got out? They asked you to do something unspeakable?"

He nodded. "Among other things."

She put her computer down and wrapped her arms around him. "Want to talk about it?"

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "I stayed in until I was nineteen. When I was around eighteen, I met this jackass cop from Portland who told me I seemed too smart to be slinging dope for someone who as soon slit my throat or send me to prison as look at me and if I ever wanted out, he'd help me. I told him, 'Fuck you, Bitch.' Then Angelo and I were told to kidnap this little girl and rough her up to teach her dad not to sell in our territory. She was thirteen. Marichu was thirteen. I just remember going home that night and looking at her, asleep in her bed. That was the first time I realized what could happen to her because of the stupid shit we were doing. I refused. Angelo refused. They gave us two choices. We could carry through with our 'assignment' or they would jump us. If we lived we were out of the gang. If we didn't…, well, their problem was solved either way. I spent eight weeks in the hospital. When I got out, that jackass cop was waiting for us. He brought us here to Portland. Got me a job at the precinct as a go for. Helped Angelo get on at a restaurant as a busboy, got us both in college. Saved our lives," he took a deep breath. "So, that's my deep dark secret. What's yours?"

She shrugged. "I don't have any secrets. I'm just me." She kissed him. She groaned as her phone buzzing interrupted them. "Trubel's locked herself out again. She's set the alarm off three times this week."

"Oh the joys of a roommate," Drew said. "That's my cue to go anyway."

She stood up. "Do you have to go?"

He nodded. "I have to work at six in the morning and you have class. So, how many people do have the career they wanted at seventeen?"

"So far, just Hank and Juliette," she answered, following him down to let Trubel in.

"Thanks," Trubel said as she opened the door. "I didn't want to set the thing off again. Rosalee sounded really ticked last time the security company called her." She looked back and forth between the two of them. "I'll just let you two have a moment," she said, retreating to the apartment.

"Come to my place tomorrow?" he asked.

She nodded. "When?"

"Six? Think about staying the night, okay?" He replied.

"Six," she confirmed. "We'll see about the other."

He kissed her. "See you then."


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