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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 23/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words:  539
Prompt:  LN3  - Wild Card - Picture
Warnings:  Nothing too explicit but will warn for violence/implied torture in a couple of the later parts (I'll post a specific warning on those posts). Everything in the series and comics is fair game, so spoilers ahoy!  

Disclaimer:   I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, CBS or Jericho or...whoever else may actually own this show.  I just like to take the characters out to play.  I put them back, mostly unharmed...although not always...this is for fun, not profit and no copyright infringement is intended.

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Heather stretched, rubbing the ache in her lower back. This new baby was taking all her energy, leaving her lethargic and aching at the end of the day. She was still working, but she was beginning to think she might need to stop earlier than planned. She smiled tiredly as her daughter, Rae, came running into the livingroom, holding the rag doll Gail had given her when she was born.

Heather gasped slightly as the baby suddenly decided it wanted to start running too. Rae stopped and stared at Heather, her brown eyes huge as she watched her mother.

Heather smiled. "Come here, honey," she said. "You can feel the baby moving." Rae came over and touched her hand to Heather's belly. They both laughed as the baby kicked against Rae's hand. After a moment, Rae pressed her ear against Heather's belly, something she'd been doing ever since Heather and Beck explained to her there was a baby growing in Mommy's tummy. Rae was definitely her daddy's girl; after she'd seen Beck kiss Heather's stomach, then speak and listen to it, Rae had been following suit.

Heather rubbed Rae's back as she listened to the baby. This was a moment of peace, of tranquility and Heather treasured these moments.

Life was still hard, but things were finally starting to get better. There would be a Presidential election next year, the first one since the Attacks. The President had agreed to run for re-election, but it had taken a lot of convincing from her advisors, including Beck. The east had finally regained full power this year, and they'd had a surplus of food for the first time since the War ended. On the down side - at least in Beck's opinion - they'd also restored telecommunications this year, and TV was back in force. Cell phone service was still unpredictable, but all forecasts showed it would be fully restored by next summer.

Heather gently stroked Rae's hair and wondered what, exactly, she'd done right to have deserved a beautiful daughter, a baby on the way, and - she glanced up as Beck walked in - and a man who loved her deeply, passionately and unconditionally. Rae's face lit up when she saw her father and she ran towards him yelling "daddy" all the way. Heather grinned as Beck swung Rae up into his arms and kissed her, then carried her with him as he walked to Heather to give her a much different kiss.

As Heather hugged her family, she reflected that she'd gone from being all alone, to having a family she loved more than life itself. Who knew, she thought as she fondly watched Beck and Rae go into the kitchen, that she would end up here. Who would have thought, six years ago when the bombs first went off, that the country would survive, or that the survivors would even thrive in their own way.

She rubbed her back as she followed her family into the kitchen, only to be shooed out again by Beck in order to rest. As she settled awkwardly back onto the couch, she grinned. If she played her cards right, she thought, she wouldn't have to cook again until after the baby was born.



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"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need...fantasies to make life bearable."

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little --"

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

"So we can believe the big ones?"

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

-- Susan and Death in Hogfather by Terry Pratchett

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"And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based."

-- Lord Vetinari in Going Postal by Terry Pratchett

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They thought the Library was a dangerous place because of all the magical books, which was true enough, but what made it really one of the most dangerous places there could ever be was the simple fact that it was a library.

-- Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett

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As a wizard, it was something that Ponder had only before encountered in acorns: a tiny soundless voice which said, yes, I am but a small, green, simple object - but I dream about forests.

-- Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett

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In the 24th century, there will be no hunger. There will be no greed. And every child will know how to read.

-- Gene Roddenberry, as repeated by Jonathan Frakes in the documentary How William Shatner Changed the World

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We've got two lives, one we're given and the other one we make
And the world won't stop, and actions speak louder
Listen to your heart, and what your heart might say
Everything we got, we got the hard way.

-- Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Hard Way from the album Come On, Come On

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Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want.

-- John Mayer, Waiting on the World to Change from the album Continuum

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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, "I'll try again tomorrow."

-- Mary Anne Radmacher, as seen in Uncle John's Bathroom Reader Tales to Inspire

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I never loved the soldier
Until there was a war.
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor.
I only talk to God
When somebody's about to die.
I never cherished freedom
Freedom never cries.

-- Five for Fighting, Freedom Never Cries from the album Two Lights

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It may sound absurd: but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed: but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream

-- Five for Fighting, Superman (It's Not Easy) from the album American Town

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Had a dream last night took a time travellin' ride
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence and dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most.
No alien, psychopath or MTV host
Scares me like vampires,mummies and the Holy Ghost.

-- Jimmy Buffett, Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost from the album Fruitcakes

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"I want to believe that... the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us... as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen, to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves."

-- Fox Mulder, The X-Files from the episode The Truth, pt. 2
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