My notes: Thanks to Kora for adding to my reviewers list! And I would love to see some of you and Jels unposted stuff! Alan ROCKS! To Josie 21612, I've taken your suggestion to heart and I'm working on 2 new RTT fics that are a little more original. One is a Sunshine romance fic, and the other is about Gerry and Emma's kids. Not quite sure when they'll be up, but... To Ara Kane, I can't wait to read your Gerry/Emma fic, so please post it soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Titans or Emma. Or any other characters that might be mentioned from the movie. But I own Gerry and Emma's kids and Beka Harris. Other than that, there's nothing to say. So I continue my fic with Jerry "Rev" Harris in the driver's seat!
~Chapter 7: Rev~
I'm Jerry Harris, and I began the '71 school year as the starting QB for the TC Williams Titans. Some people made fun of me for being such a religious guy. But I still managed to make frineds. I'm happy to say (and praise God for the fact) that Gerry Bertier was one of those friends.
All of us sort of knew that Bertier and Big Ju had our backs. I guess everybody pretty much said that already. But Bertier did a good thing for me. A thing that showed what a good man he was. A good thing for the whole team, but especially for me.
In our game against Groveton, I was playing QB. When Lastik was calling the play, Gerry's friend, Ray Budds, pretended not to hear. He let the linebacker through, and I ended up getting tackled and getting a broken wrist. So I was out and Sunshine became starting QB. That wrist hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. I mean nothing!
That night, Gerry told Ray he was off the team. He knew that Ray had missed the block on purpose. I knew that Gerry had cut him, even though he didn't tell anybody until a few years later. And even then, I had to ask him. He didn't want a pat on the back.
Ray gave him a hard time that whole year. THey'd been best friends for a long time. But Bertier would've done that for anybody. He'd have taken the shirt off his back and given it to you if you had needed it.
We were so happy when he moved to the 'Burg in '78. It was like making sure that everybody knew that he was our brother. That the Titans were a family. I wasn't there alot, but I was glad when I could be. We spent alot of time together, teaching our kids to play football. And to sing. I taught Gerry about Motown, and he showed me a few country songs that even I could adapt to. I was just glad that Gerry didn't like Buck Owens like Alan did.
When I found out we'd lost Gerry, I was in Charlotte, NC on a layover from a flight. I felt so alone. My wife, Beka, and my kids were in Alexandria. There was nobody there was nobody there who knew how I was felling. I got back the next day, and we joined together to bury Bertier.
When Julius began to sing, it was like we all knew that it was the right thing to do. It just suited the moment. It suited Gerry. And it suited the Titans. It was the best goodbye we could ever have given them.
We're all going to do whatever we can for you kids. Anything else you ever want to know about him, you just ask one of us. We'll tell you what we know. God bless you kids. I pray that y'all will be the kind of people that your Daddy was.
-Jerry Harris
"Rev" #10
Disclaimer: I don't own the Titans or Emma. Or any other characters that might be mentioned from the movie. But I own Gerry and Emma's kids and Beka Harris. Other than that, there's nothing to say. So I continue my fic with Jerry "Rev" Harris in the driver's seat!
~Chapter 7: Rev~
I'm Jerry Harris, and I began the '71 school year as the starting QB for the TC Williams Titans. Some people made fun of me for being such a religious guy. But I still managed to make frineds. I'm happy to say (and praise God for the fact) that Gerry Bertier was one of those friends.
All of us sort of knew that Bertier and Big Ju had our backs. I guess everybody pretty much said that already. But Bertier did a good thing for me. A thing that showed what a good man he was. A good thing for the whole team, but especially for me.
In our game against Groveton, I was playing QB. When Lastik was calling the play, Gerry's friend, Ray Budds, pretended not to hear. He let the linebacker through, and I ended up getting tackled and getting a broken wrist. So I was out and Sunshine became starting QB. That wrist hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. I mean nothing!
That night, Gerry told Ray he was off the team. He knew that Ray had missed the block on purpose. I knew that Gerry had cut him, even though he didn't tell anybody until a few years later. And even then, I had to ask him. He didn't want a pat on the back.
Ray gave him a hard time that whole year. THey'd been best friends for a long time. But Bertier would've done that for anybody. He'd have taken the shirt off his back and given it to you if you had needed it.
We were so happy when he moved to the 'Burg in '78. It was like making sure that everybody knew that he was our brother. That the Titans were a family. I wasn't there alot, but I was glad when I could be. We spent alot of time together, teaching our kids to play football. And to sing. I taught Gerry about Motown, and he showed me a few country songs that even I could adapt to. I was just glad that Gerry didn't like Buck Owens like Alan did.
When I found out we'd lost Gerry, I was in Charlotte, NC on a layover from a flight. I felt so alone. My wife, Beka, and my kids were in Alexandria. There was nobody there was nobody there who knew how I was felling. I got back the next day, and we joined together to bury Bertier.
When Julius began to sing, it was like we all knew that it was the right thing to do. It just suited the moment. It suited Gerry. And it suited the Titans. It was the best goodbye we could ever have given them.
We're all going to do whatever we can for you kids. Anything else you ever want to know about him, you just ask one of us. We'll tell you what we know. God bless you kids. I pray that y'all will be the kind of people that your Daddy was.
-Jerry Harris
"Rev" #10