Rated: Young Children
Spoilers: In A Bit Of A Tight
Summary: What if Callie hadn't killed the story?
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't make no money off 'em, don't wanna be sued.
"What in the world?" Callie Pender uttered when she found herself in the street. A dark clad figure pointed and she blinked as she watched herself run out of her office/home grinning.
"Hey Callie, your story is the talk of the island." Brian Brewster shook his head holding up a paper. "First wave of reporters are due here this afternoon."
Callie's phone rang and she ran back inside.
"The Lookout, Callie Pender speaking. Yes Mister Fleming! Of course I'm interested. I'll see you then." She hung up beaming. "The L.A. Tribune." She breathed.
"You're going places Callie, just don't forget Hope when you get there." Brian said.
Callie, the observer, flashed forward in time and found herself at the Widows Walk.
"DYLAN STONE! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Alex fumed at the bottom of the stairs with Kevin Mitchum standing beside her.
The teenaged boy stomped down the stairs.
"What?" He muttered.
"Kevin says you vandalized the church on the hill !"
"So what if I did? He's been gone for months and he's never coming back! Why doesn't somebody just tear it down?!?" He spat.
"I still have to cite him for it." Kevin replied.
"I'll pay for it then he will pay me back!" She glared at her son.
"Whatever." Dylan replied and went back upstairs.
"He's getting harder to handle more each day." Alex sighed.
Callie, the observer, found herself behind the church with Dylan. She watched him pull a cigarette from his pocket then a match and light the cancerstick, he took a drag and blew it out then tossed the match behind him.
"Dylan! Smoking is bad for you!" Callie scolded and reached for the cigarette...she gasped when her hand passed right through it. "What the--" She gaped at the figure beside her.
"I hate this place!" Dylan spat tossing the cigarette behind him too and stomping off.
Callie, the observer, now found herself in a courtroom beside the figure.
"Dylan Stone, I sentence you to one year in juvenile hall."
Callie looked at Alex who rose and walked out, she followed.
"I'm sorry Alex." Kevin said.
"Accidental or not, he burned the church down. He has to be punished for it, maybe this will change his attitude."p>
"Dylan burned Daniel's church down? What is going on here?" Callie asked startled.
Callie, the observer, jumped to the school auditorium.
"And Brewster Resorts has a job for everyone of you."
"I don't want to work for you Brian!"
"Brewster Resorts will change the face of the island Alex and either you're with progress or against it... if you're against it then you'll suffer the economic repercussions."
"Are you threatening my business?!?"
"Only pointing out the reality of things. Anyone wanting to work can sign up here." Brian held up a sheet.
Callie, the observer, found herself back at the Widows Walk.
"You can stil work for my dad. Bonita and Ruby are, not to mention Boris."
"I will never work for Brian Brewster!" Alex shook her head and closed another box. "A new start will be good for Dylan and I both."
"I'm going to miss you." Molly said tearfully.
Alex hugged her best friend.
Callie, the observer, looked down and saw she was holding The Lookout. 'THE FALLEN ANGEL AND THE SHOWGIRL' the headline screamed.
"Did all these things happen because I wrote that article?" She asked the figure dismayed.
He pointed again and they found themselves inside a mansion.
"I'm sorry." Daniel said softly, head hung in shame as he stood before his father.
"Pack your things Daniel, you're on your own now. Your father has to work on rebuilding the ministries reputation which you've splattered mud upon." James said.
"Dad..." Daniel pleaded.
Cliff Cooper turned his back upon his only child.
Daniel, shoulders slumped, shuffled out fo the room.
The figure took Callie to a darkened road and pointed.
"I don't underst--" She started to shake her head when she saw headlights bouncing all over the road. The car came into view and weaved back and forth the crashed through a guardrail.
"Oh my God!" Callie exclaimed and started for it.
A camera crew appeared in front of her.
"Police have confirmed alcohol was a factor in this fatal crash which claimed Daniel Cooper's life." The reporter said into the camera.
"Daniel! No! Not Daniel!" Callie sobbed.
The reporter bolted upright into her bed and looked around, her heart was pounding as she realized she was in her own home, her own bed. She got up, walked to window and looked out then went to the door and stepped onto the porch. The cool morning air made her touch her cheek and she realized it was wet. She looked up to the church on the hill as she wiped her face. If I had published that story I would have lost my dear friend...and Hope would have lost something that makes it so special...a man who makes it special.
"Thank you God for bringing him here." She whispered then smiled as she saw whisps of smoke from the house's chimney. "Merry Christmas Daniel." She nodded his way then went back inside to shower and dress for church, where she would listen to her good friend talk of God's love for all of them by giving them his son on this day so many centuries ago.
THE END