Letters

by Ghostwriter

A school assignment leads to a life-long friendship. Upped the rating to a "T" for language. NOTE: Sam and Casey will NOT be meeting at any point in this fic. It is called Letters for a reason. Nor do I have any plans on writing a meeting between them.

21. A Note To Make You Smile

SHOUTOUTS/ANSWERS

Guest: Yes, I plan on writing more of this story. It just may take me a while depending on where my muse is at. Thanks, I'm glad you like it.

BookLover1182: Glad you like it. As stated, they are not going to meet. At least, not in this particular story.

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Flashpoint belongs to Ava Mar, Media Bell, Mark Ellis, and Pink Sky. Life with Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own the plot.

Casey flopped on her bed and pulled a stuffed animal close. She was so glad that the day was done. She just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. First, the power had gone out which meant that she overslept because her alarm hadn't gone off, then when she had gotten to school, she had discovered that she had studied the wrong chapters for a test. Just glad school's finally over, she thought to herself. Now she just needed a nap. Yeah, that sounded great. She lay down and closed her eyes, only to open them a moment later when there came a knock. Great, now what? she wondered.

"Casey? You got a letter," her mother said from the other side of the door and the girl sat up. A letter? That meant Sam had written her.

"Come in!" she called and with that, the door opened and her mother came in and handed her the letter.

"It's your pen-pal," the woman stated.

"Thanks Mom," she responded. The woman smiled and walked out of the room as the girl turned her attention to the envelope and opened it.

Hey Stage Girl, things are going okay. Not bad, not good, but okay. So, as you can guess, pretty typical. Or at least, as typical as someone in my position can be. Sorry. I'm not even making sense to myself right now, so I can just bet you're beyond confused.

Casey found herself smiling sympathetically He sounds tired, she thought to herself, recalling other letters where he had rambled on a bit due to exhaustion. Not that she could blame him. He was probably running all over the place and saving lives. That would take a lot out of anybody. And yet, he was still taking the time to write to her. That was Sam for you. Always trying to make sure that he wrote her at least a couple of lines to her. It was appreciated, of course, but sometimes Casey wished that Sam would allow himself to rest first. Then again, with his line of work, he probably didn't get a chance to rest all that much and probably just wrote the letters as he was thinking of them. Wonder if this is what it was like back in World War One or Two, she thought to herself.

We just got back-can't tell you from where, sorry-and Matt and I pretty much dead on our feet. He's out like a light and I'm writing this. There's not really much to say, just wanted to touch base with you. Keep the letters coming. They mean a lot to us and they keep us going. We love hearing from you. I'm tired now so I'm gonna crash. More soon.

Casey smiled. Wow. Poor guy, she thought to herself. But that's what happened when you got all Samtastic like he was. But at least the note had made her smile and that was all that mattered.