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i'm really glad you liked the last update, hope you like this one! :) it's a little different, exclusively about lucy/jessie and a lot of it from her POV :)
(i got this idea first and decided to hold off on julia/ben)
summary: Lucy has to write about heroes for her job at the newspaper, but isn't sure where to start until she starts to write about her own.
(got the idea after JuNa-001 suggested a chapter just about one of their kids/son in laws! thanks! and with jessie being a fireman and them living in chicago, i based what happens with him around a recent episode from the show "chicago fire" lol)
My Greatest Hero
2038
"What are you still doing up?" Jessie laughed, coming into the kitchen late that night. He and Lucy were thirty-three now, living in a small townhouse in Chicago with their three year old son Mark. Lucy had gotten transferred there, reporting for a different news paper. Like always, Jessie was ready to move wherever her job took her; he could be a fireman anywhere.
"They have me taking over Emily's column while she's on maternity leave," Lucy reminded him as he came over and kissed her head. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open in front of her, looking both tired and stressed.
"I remember," Jessie nodded, taking a seat next to her.
"Only I have no idea how to write a column," Lucy said, letting her head fall onto the table; she was a reporter, she delivered facts, not pieces with her own thoughts in them.
"Let me see what you have so far," Jessie said, turning her laptop towards him and she lifted her head from the table. "Heroes in America. Lucy McGarrett Scott." He bit his lip, turning it back to her. "Good job?" She rolled her eyes.
"Since it's the Fourth, they want a piece on American heroes," Lucy explained. "But, how do you start describing heroes." She ran a hand through her hair. "I can't do these personal pieces."
"Sure you can," Jessie encouraged her, both of them hearing tiny foot steps upstairs in the hall, meaning their son was awake. "Just write about your own." Before she could say anything, Mark came around the corner, rubbing his eyes.
"Daddy."
"Hm?"
"I think the monsters came back in my closet," the three year old told him.
"Oh no way," Jessie said in disbelief, going over and picking him up. "I'll check, but I'm pretty sure I got them all yesterday." He carried Mark over to the table. "Say good night to mommy."
"Night mommy."
"Night baby," she told him, giving him a kiss, watching him and Jessie walk back upstairs together. Now, she knew exactly what she wanted to write about.
Heroes In America
Lucy McGarrett-Scott
As the nation prepares to celebrate it's independence, we find ourselves reflecting on our country's heroes. As a journalist, I always try to put words to things. When it came to writing this column though, I found myself at a loss for words when it comes to describing what a hero is. Maybe that's because a hero can be anybody, both obvious and not. It can be the soldier that goes to fight for their country. It can be someone who runs into a burning building to save someone else. It can be someone checking their child's closet for monsters.
Growing up, I was surrounded by heroes. My grandfather John was a hero, he was an officer with the Honolulu Police Department as well as a Navy veteran. I never got to meet my other grandfather Mark, he was killed in action in the early 1990s, but I knew enough about his heroism to name my son after him. As a child, my most obvious hero was my father Steve. He was in the Navy, eventually becoming part of the SEALs. He would be away for weeks, even months at a time, fighting for his country. When he came back, he became a cop, starting the Five-0 task force which is unlike any other in the country. I always thought that he was so brave and knew he gave up a lot. If being in the military is genetic, it certainly runs in my family.
My younger brother Jack and my brother-in-law Ben are both heroes, leading a life similar to my father's. Navy men, SEALs, and now working at Five-0 in Honolulu after my father's retirement. They're also men that would do anything for their family, fight for them like no one else ever would. That's just how our family is though, full of heroes both in the obvious and the not so obvious ways. People that serve their country, but people that more than anything want to defend their family and care for them.
Though I didn't realize it much at the time, my mother Alexia was a hero too. When you think of heroes, the first to come to mind are probably soldiers, police officers, firemen. My mother wasn't any of those things. Instead though, while my father was away, she balanced two daughters and a full time job as an emergency room doctor. She didn't like to let it show, but I know now that it was hard for her, feeling like a single parent. She never let me and my sister see that though, it was just how things were.
Out of all the heroes I've been lucky enough to call my family though, I think that my husband is probably the greatest of all. I've known Jessie since I was fifteen years old and he's stuck with me ever since. That in itself makes him a hero, because I know that I am no picnic to be around. As I write this, he's upstairs checking our son's closet for monsters. It's the third time this week Mark has come to us, fearing the dark. And while there's clearly no real danger, my husband always obliges him, checking the closet from top to bottom.
Jessie and I both grew up in Hawaii. And while I was dying to get out and see the world, Jessie never had any real desire to leave the island. He's my hero because no matter what corner of the world my job takes me to, he's ready to follow me without complaint. He's a wonderful husband and an amazing father. And his job doesn't just stop there; he's also a fireman with CFD.
Flashback - 3 months ago
"Just tell me what it is mom!" Lucy was practically screaming into the phone, standing in the hall alone at the hospital.
She had been at work that afternoon when they all heard several fire trucks speeding by. Whenever that happened, she always wondered if they were her husband. Going back to her work, she eventually heard one of her co-workers leaving as they were assigned to cover a house fire that had spread to a few other homes, the first home affected now collapsed. She checked her phone, but didn't think much of not having a message from Jessie; he was probably busy with something at the firehouse. When she got a call from his chief though telling her to come to the hospital, her stomach sank.
She'd never felt herself run so fast as she did flying through the halls of the hospital. She found Jessie's chief and the others in the waiting room. That's when they told her that Jessie had been injured in the building collapse. He'd managed to get out on his own, but had been struck in the head, passing out onto the lawn of the house as soon as he got outside; they said he had a subdural hematoma, and since she had no idea what that was, she was now calling her mom at home.
"Honey-"
"Just tell me it's not bad," Lucy started crying, leaning back against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor. "Tell me it's a normal procedure and he's going to be ok." She felt someone sitting on the ground next to her and it was Jessie's best friend Matt. He just held out his hand and she passed the phone to him.
"Hi, Mrs. McGarrett?" Matt said, knowing Lucy had gone to call her mom. "My name's Matt Casey, I'm a friend of your son-in-law." He paused, listening to her for a moment. "No, I know, but he's going to be fine. I know it." He listened to her again as he put a comforting arm around Lucy. "They got the mom out before they realized she had a baby, so Jessie went back for him."
Heroes In America
Lucy McGarrett-Scott
I almost lost my husband that day. He's completely healed now and back to full duty. And, more importantly, because of what he did someone gets to watch their son grow up. Being a mother, I can only imagine what she felt when Jessie came out, baby in his arms. And while I was initially heartbroken at the thought that I might lose him, I truly couldn't be more proud of him. No one would ever know that he did that, because as a hero, he doesn't crave recognition.
Instead of writing a generic article about what being a hero means to me, I wanted to call attention to the heroes in my life. The fireman, the police officers, the military men, my mother, the guy who's willing to check the same empty closet for monsters each and every night. I can only hope you're all lucky enough to know people like this in your lives and that this makes you take the time to really appreciate them.
"Hey," Matt greeted Jessie when he showed up to the firehouse the next day, carrying his bag into the locker room. "You read the paper yet today man?"
"Barely had the chance," Jessie shrugged. "Woke up late, had to run out." Matt nodded.
"Get a chance to see Lucy's column?" Matt asked curiously.
"No, but I know she was freaking out about it last night before she had to send it in," Jessie half laughed and Matt handed him his folded up news paper.
"Check it out, I think you'll like it," Matt smiled at him.
thanks for reading! :) i really hope you liked it, i'm really happy with how it turned out having lucy writing an article as part of it. i decided to focus on these two for this chapter because i never really got into grown up jessie, while ben and jack work on five-0...anyway, hope you liked it and please let me know what you thought! :)
