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A/N: This is my first attempt at a Walker fic, told from the main character's point of view. My inspiration for this fic was the episode "Mr. Justice," which is a personal favorite of mine.
I hope you enjoy the story.


My name is Luis Lopez, but mostly people call me "Flaco." A minor street scuffle about a year ago landed me behind bars. For a while, I was headed for serious trouble. Then I heard about a program called Camp Justice. I didn't want to go, but the alternative to the camp was Huntsville Prison. What choice did I really have?

I won't lie to you. Those were the toughest six weeks of my life. But I still graduated the program with flying colors; I even became a trustee, meaning I had to assist the next group of last-chance punks.With the help of myself, Commissioner Dobbs, and the other trustees, seven out of ten of those brats successfully completed the program.

Right now, I'm getting ready to leave. I have to cinch my belt tight on account of the ten or so pounds I've lost over the last twelve weeks. I probably need to buy smaller pants, but I have something more important to take care of first. That would be my son, Gabriel Angel Lopez.

During the bus ride to town, I think about the night I met his mother. A few of my old gang buddies were giving a pretty white girl hell about being on our turf. I stopped them from hurting her, and we just clicked.
Her mother wasn't pleased about my dating her daughter, especially when she found out Sasha was going to have my baby. Before and after Gabe was born, I did everything I possibly could to help her. Out of gratitude, Sasha bought my locket and put Gabe's photo in it. I really did love her, but she turned her back on me as soon as I went to jail.

I get off the bus and walk down the street. My mission for today is to set things right with Sasha. Once on her porch, butterflies start flapping in my stomach; my mouth goes dry. Slowly, I knock on the door a few times. It opens. Sasha's smiling face appears. Suddenly, her smile vanishes; her sea-green eyes harden. The girl is only five feet tall, but she scares the hell out of me when she's upset.

"What are you doing here, Luis?" she asks coldly.

"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to see how you're doing," I say, trying to keep my voice casual.

"Go away." Sasha orders.

"Baby, I know I was stupid. But you gotta believe me, I've turned my life completely around."

She snorts. "That so? Then why are you still wearing a gold chain the size of a power cable?"

"Don't you recognize this, Sasha?" I pull the chain out from under my shirt. Her features soften as she realizes what it is. "I want to be there for you and Gabe." I say. "I'll get a job to support us, so we can be a family. Please give me one more chance. You won't regret it."

Sasha's eyes cloud with tears. I guess my heartfelt speech really got to her. She wraps her arms around me, squeezing tightly. I start crying a little myself as I return the gesture. Sasha presses her lips passionately against mine. A moment passes before she pulls back a little.

"Are you hungry?" she says quietly. "I'm making pancakes."

In response, I plant a soft kiss on her cheek. As I turn to go inside the house, a warm, slightly fuzzy feeling comes over me. I know everything will work out now.

A lot of people say, "Once a felon, always a felon." I'm living proof that isn't true.

THE END