Title: Faith
Author: HAPPYBUNNY13
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Early Edition. (I wish I did though.)
Summary: Just a short thing I wrote. Hazel's POV about the paper and Gary.
Note: I had this on my mind and just though I'd give it a shot. First time I've ever written in first person. I think there might be an episode called Faith, but this is the best name for the story.
Faith
Life was never supposed to come with a road map. I guess my life was no exception. I was born number four of seven children and all through my life I was taught to have faith in people, in family, in friends, in the world.
When I was twenty-one, I graduated from community college. With seven kids, my parents couldn't exactly afford to send me to one of those huge 55,000 dollar tuition schools so I went to a small community college. I didn't graduate at the top of my class, but I wasn't exactly at the bottom either. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life after that and basically did odd jobs for a couple of years. I then joined the academy.
In 1993, I became an agent. My first partner was a man named Harrison Morris. I met him when I twenty-six, when I still had faith. In 1995, Harrison was shot by a man named Frederick Bostwick. He died the next day. That was when I lost faith. Faith in everything. The people at work said I had changed, and they were right. I no longer was the kid who kid look at the world and see good in it. I was the woman who was now a cynic, a cynic who would look at the world and see all the people who would do bad instead of those who might one day do good.
I continued downhill for a long time. In 1997, I shot a man. His name was Frederick Bostwick, and while I didn't exactly shoot him in cold blood, I can't entirely say I felt remorse about killing him. He was going to kill two innocent people. A teenaged girl named Robin Mason and a named Gary Hobson. A man who got tomorrow's newspaper.
It took me awhile to come to terms with it, I can't say though I completely understand it. He was a man who would risk his own life to save the lives of others. A man who still saw the good through all the evil.
I got to see Gary Hobson again in 1999 when a man wanted to kill three people just because he thought they helped steal the attention from him and give it to his brother. He nearly succeeded. I quit the FBI after that. I could no longer work for them I could no longer meet the evil of the world. I had lost faith completely.
I moved to Chicago and became a waitress, a job I seriously hated. My faith in people, no, not people, the world was gone by then. I got it back though. I got it back when he saved me. Not something a whole lot of people would. It takes a special person I guess. A person who really cares. A person who stills sees the good. Something I wasn't able to do anymore.
I haven't known Gary Hobson for very long, but he never ceases to amaze. A man who will do anything to save a person's life, including risking his own. He also never ceases to worry me. I know Marissa worries, and from the short time I spent with their friend Chuck Fishman, I can tell he worries. You have to worry.
I don't understand the paper, and for some reason, I really don't want to, but I can tell you one thing, it goes to the right person. The person who can still see the good. He says he's not a super-hero, but seeing the good in this world is a power not a whole lot of people have.
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Just something that came to me. Hope you liked it.