Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will, never have.....
Notes: This is just a short chapter to explain the Early Edition part. Oh, and I just want to thank:
cherrygurl1225- Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad you like the cliffhanger. Hope you like the rest of the story.
B Oots- Thanks for the review, You might have to wait a little bit longer, but don't worry, I'm going to make this interesting.
LouisaB- Yippy! I'm happy that no one has written anything in this Crossover. Oh, and thanks for the warning. That's why I've stayed clear from reading anything here, while, till the programme ends (Which will be a sad day.). Anyway thanks for the review, hope you will like my story.
LainiSmurf- Thanks so much for the review, and kind words. Enjoy
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The room was silent as the man slept, blissfully unaware of the mayhem that lay ahead.
Suddenly the silence was broken as the radio jumped alive, for his six thirty alarm.
Gary Hobson groaned as he lifted his arm, and with one quick motion, switched off the radio.
With the mission completed, his arm went back to it's original position as he began to drift off…
"Meow!"
Bang!
Gary growled as he heard the cat's cry followed by the newspaper being dropped off.
Knowing that it was no use trying to go back to sleep, Gary slowly got up.
He yawned as he slowly walked to the door.
The cat looked impatiently as the door flew open, revealing a very scary Gary.
His dark brown hair was a mess, his eyes were still half-open, his t-shirt and pants were all crumpled.
The cat didn't mind, he was used to seeing Gary in that sate. With his job done, Cat walked into the apartment, waiting for it's breakfast.
Gary watched the cat walk in, but his focus was more on the newspaper.
Gary didn't know what he did wrong to be the 'chosen one', but after a while, he got used to the mad rushes to try and save people.
It was still weird to receive tomorrow's paper today, but it became part of his life.
Gary slowly knelt and picked up the newspaper.
"What the…?"
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Tru awoke in a fright, as she sat up straight. She looked around the room to see that she was in her room.
She looked at the alarm to see that it was just before eight.
Not knowing if she had been dreaming or if she had travelled back in time, she quickly got out of bed, quickly switching on the TV.
"And the numbers are…,"
Tru watched as the called out the same numbers.
"Maybe I should start playing the lotto?" She asked herself.
She looked around the empty apartment, she smiled sadly.
"I should really stop talking to my self,' She spoke aloud.
She just shrugged in response as she headed to the shower. She didn't know why, but she had a funny feeling that today was going to be a very long day.
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