I've decided to stop being so lazy and actually write some fanfic for one of my favorite shows and characters. So far, the plan is just for some one-shots, but if there is anything any of you want me to expand on once I write some, feel free to let me know. Also, I do think I'm a pretty decent writer, but an awful editor. If you catch a glaring mistake, please let me know.

I couldn't think of a good title, so for the time it will be titled in inspiration by Ana's toast.

I feel deeply connected to Peggy, as I'm sure many of you do. I will hopefully be starting the police academy in July, and I've faced a lot of the same struggles she has. Fortunately, my life has been made significantly easier thanks to real Peggy's who were brave and paved the way for women like me. I'm forever in their debt.

These stories will also be dedicated to my great grandpa, who we lost a few years ago. I was fortunate to know him well (he passed away when I was nearly twenty) and loved when he told me stories about when he was young. He served in World War Two and later as a Sheriff's Deputy, so some of his life will be inspiration for some of my storylines.

This first one is inspired by something someone said at his funeral.

They don't make men like that anymore.

Peggy had heard that phrase often in her life. Out to lunch when she would overhear the chatter of young women lamenting of their romantic prospects, in those horrifly cheesy documentaries on World War Two and the men who fought in it, and in regards to her sweet Daniel at his funeral.

They don't make men like that anymore.

She can't help but laugh when she hears the phrase sometimes. Honestly, what men are they talking about when they imagine the sophisticated days of the past? She remembers men she certainly would be glad they never make again. The world could live without those brutes to make her daughters and her granddaughters lives that much harder than it will inevitably be.

They don't make men like that anymore.

But she also can't help but understand what they mean. When she looks through old photograph albums with her grandchildren after the funeral, she smiles at the seemingly glamorous days that have passed them by. Even casual days at the zoo were accompanied with button up shirts for her Daniel. Only rare pictures of summers at the beach show a more casual side to him. Even in his old age, Daniel could never let go of his wardrobe, finding tee shirts unimaginably improper to wear in public. She can understand those young women's lament about their beau's when she gently touches a finger to a picture of Daniel helping her out of a car, his suit and tie fitting him perfectly.

She suspects it's the clothes that make the men of the past seem so much more refined and mature. It doesn't seem possible to those young women that men dressed as crisply as that would ever stoop to immaturity. Instead, they imagine those men holding doors and taking them to the opera.

They don't make men like that anymore.

Yet when she looks around her home with friends and family milling about, she knows this could not be anymore untrue. She sees her daughter's husband gently stroking her shoulder as she cries into his arms. She smiles at her granddaughter's young boyfriend who brings Peggy a glass of water and asks if she needs anything else. She hears several men comment they'll make sure their sons come by to help Peggy with the yard work that had been Daniel's duty until the end.

They don't make men like that anymore.

No, they certainly do. The world just will never be able to replicate some so sweet, gentle and kind as her Daniel. But that's okay, she reminds herself as she looks at their wedding pictures. Men and women are not put on this earth to be just like someone before them. There will never be another man like Daniel Sousa, but there will be plenty of men who are sweet, gentle and kind in their own right.