Third Watch Fan Fiction
Disclaimer----------I don't own TW or any of its characters
Summery--------AU Somebody goes back in time to stop themselves from losing
the only love they've ever had.
'' I have finished! Behold my masterpiece!''
Doctor Benjamin Black was a strange man, who always had the dream of building a time machine. No one had believed him, and he was laughed out of the Science Academy when he applied for a grant to aid him in his research.
One person believed. Just one. This person was known for being skeptical, and for making quick judgments. But they were willing to give this a shot.
'' Are you sure this is going to work?'' Sergeant Maritza Cruz asked sounding a bit unsure.
'' We'll never know until we try,'' Dr. Black replied, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
'' Here goes nothing,'' Maritza muttered as she entered the chamber. She could hear Dr. Black talking to himself, and adjusting things. She braced herself for what would happen next. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It felt like a really bad carnival ride, she thought as she flew back through time. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, Maritza was set down in the past. About three years in the past.
As she looked around, she recognized her apartment. And she recognized the day. The day she had argued with Bosco over taking Noble's gun, or whether to let him keep it. He had finally gotten fed up and left in a huff. The next time she had seen him was in the hotel room.
She heard voices, and recognized one as her own. And the other as his. There was no way she could forget his voice. It was imprinted into her brain, along with his face and his body. Everything he had ever shared with her was burned onto her memory. She heard the slamming of the door, and the stomping of feet. She remembered what she was feeling that day. Anger, frustration, along with hoping he would just understand. The jackasses that did this to her sister were not getting a way with what they had done, no matter the cost, no matter what happened to her.
'' Who the heck are you?!,'' She saw herself demand, knowing full well her past self would soon go for the off duty gun that she kept strapped to her ankle.
'' I'm you,'' Maritza answered quickly.
'' Yeah sure,'' Her past self replied indignatly.
'' I know it's hard for you to believe right now, but I am you. About three years from now,'' Maritza explained.
'' And you're here to save me from uncertain doom,'' The past Maritza snickered.
'' In a way, I am.''
'' What?,'' The past her crossed her arms. A sure sign of frustration.
'' That was Bosco just now, wasn't it? You two were arguing about Noble. He doesn't think it's right to let Noble keep the gun, right?''
The past her just stared at her,'' You could have just overheard us.''
'' It was hard not to, but I know because I've had the argument with him before. And you think he's being hard to get along with. There is no way you'll let the people who killed Lettie get away with it. How am I doing so far?''
'' Good,'' The past her said uncertainly.
'' Bosco's got one heck of a gulit trip going. He's not going to give this up. He and Faith are going to go for the gun.''
'' Yokas? What the heck is she doing in this? This is none of her concern!''
Her past self looked angry, so Maritza sped up her explaination,'' It is if it concerns him. After you turn him away, he's got no one left, but her. You all will meet up in Noble's hotel room. You trade shots. Bosco shoots Noble, Faith shoots you, and then you shoot her.''
'' Good she deserved it. Sticking her nose in where it don't belong!,'' Her past self is a very angry person, Maritza thought.
'' Faith is paralized from the waist down, you get a flesh wound, Noble dies, and Bosco walks away with the worst gulit trip he's ever had. He feels respondsible for everything that happened. You and Bosco won't talk for a very long time. Not until you get hurt.''
'' Hurt?''
"' You and a newbie go to try to take down a hooker joint. Sex for medical services. You do well until you meet Thomas Warner. He, he,'' Maritza paused, this was a hard thing to talk about, even now,'' He raped you. Or rather he will.''
'' Rape?,'' The tone of voice her past self used was a little unnerving.
'' Yes. You'll almost miss a court date, and Bosco will be trying like mad to contact you. Through all you drag him through, he still gets worried about you. That's the part I don't get, how he could still care after all that happened.
When Warner finally is found, Bosco is the one transporting him. Bosco askes questions, and finds out. He's furious, and even lets you execute a little street justice.''
Her past self smiled.
'' You start to get along again. But you will NEVER be as close as you once were.''
'' Close? We never were,'' Her past self argued.
'' Oh really? Doesn't he know all about Mom and Dad, and Lettie? Doesn't he know about your old boyfriends, and the one that hit you?,'' She smiled ruefully,'' I remember telling him that.''
'' So?''
''And you know about his nightmares, and the panic attacks, and how his father is the worst person ever. And isn' t that his shirt on that chair?,'' This time the smile got bigger.
Her past self went over and picked up the shirt that had been hanging over a kitchen chair. She held it to her, holding on tight. Her past self gave small smile.
'' Faith comes back to work after a while. About six months later,'' Maritza continued,'' You and Bos are still okay. On Faith's first day back, Doc Parker steals Sasha Munroe's off duty gun. He holds up the firehouse.''
The smile completely left the past Maritza's face, though she held on to the t©shirt.
'' At the same time you're helping Sasha, Bosco's mother, Rose, is kidnapped. You don't find out until you catch him in the hallway, going to talk to the OCCB detectives.,'' Maritza swallowed,'' And then there was the whole Mikey thing.''
'' Mikey? Isn't that Bos's brother?,'' The past her asked.
Maritza nodded,'' He was invovled in shooting a cop. Bosco manages to help him, and you both get the guy who killed the cop. But you drift apart after Mikey becomes informant.''
'' Bosco wouldn't like that,'' Her past self agreed.
'' He didn't. And in a car chase a mobster's son is killed. And the mobster comes after you, Bosco, and Faith. Laura Wynn is killed then too.''
The past Maritza's face blanched,''Oh no.''
Maritza nodded,'' Faith walks away, you get a good shoulder wound, but fully recover.''
"Bosco?,'' Her past self asked, afraid to hear the answer.
'' Bosco barely makes it out alive. Shards of glass pentitraited his entire body. The nerves between his legs and his spinal cord were severed. He never walked again.''
'' No,'' Her past self whispered, looking close to tears.
Maritza swallowed hard, close to tears herself,'' He became something of a recluse, staying home, living of disablity checks. He past away in his sleep about a year later.''
" No, no, I don't believe it!,'' Her past self shook her head so hard her hair flew out around her.
But Maritza persisted,'' Yes. The mobster's son died because you two were competing, rather than working together.''
'' Alright, if what you're saying is true, then how did you get here?''
'' It's taken me a year to find a way to get back here and tell you. I won't let this happen to Bosco again. And I won't lose him again.''
'' Then what am I supposed to do?,'' The past her asked.
'' Let things play out. And when you're all standing there with guns pointed at each other, lower your's and don't shoot. And if or when Faith shoots you, don't push for her to get proseucted. I've already realized Bosco needs Faith, she's been a major part of his life for twelve years. That's a place you can't fill, they're like brother and sister,'' Maritza told her.
The past her nodded,'' Okay, but what if it doesn't work?''
'' It has to,'' Maritza replied forcefully. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Maritza and her future self decided to take the bus to work. It was a good thing not many people were on it, it would be hard to explain sitting on something you couldn't see. When Maritza had asked her future self about that, she replied,
'' No one can see me or hear me but you.''
Just after they got to the precienct, Bosco brushed past her on his way into the locker room. She glanced at her watch, noticing he was late. She went to the locker room door, but hesitated when she went to open it. The future her nodded for her to go ahead, and then followed her into the room.
'' Bos?,'' Maritza said softly.
He didn't answer, and just concentrated on getting changed.
'' You can't ignore me forever you know,'' She said.
'' I can try,'' He replied quietly.
Maritza walked across the room, and sat on the bench beside him,'' Bosco, I'm sorry I yelled at you this morning. I want to aplogize.''
The future her smiled in approval. The future Maritza couldn't take her eyes off Bosco. It had been a long time since she had seen him healthy. Or alive for that matter.
'' What?,'' Bosco looked at her, confused,'' Who the heck are you and what did you do
"What did you do with the real Maritza?"
Maritza laughed,'' It is me.''
'' Yeah okay, you just never aplogized before. That's all,'' Bosco stood up, and slipped off his shirt, keeping her back to her,'' What do you have against taking that gun from him? He killed someone for god's sake!''
'' I know,'' Maritza stood, standing right behind him, so he could feel her breath on his back,'' I've been thinking, and maybe you're right.''
Bosco snickered,'' See there's a first time for everything.''
'' But we've got to get the information from him. We turn that gun in, the feds will be all over this. You've got to understand,'' She pleaded with him.
'' You got to do what you got to do. But just remember, so do I.,'' He replied as he jammed his arms into his uniform shirt, and slammed his locker shut. He hurried from the room,'' I'm late for roll call.
"That didn't go well,'' Maritza sighed, and turned around to face her future self.
'' I have finished! Behold my masterpiece!''
Doctor Benjamin Black was a strange man, who always had the dream of building a time machine. No one had believed him, and he was laughed out of the Science Academy when he applied for a grant to aid him in his research.
One person believed. Just one. This person was known for being skeptical, and for making quick judgments. But they were willing to give this a shot.
'' Are you sure this is going to work?'' Sergeant Maritza Cruz asked sounding a bit unsure.
'' We'll never know until we try,'' Dr. Black replied, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
'' Here goes nothing,'' Maritza muttered as she entered the chamber. She could hear Dr. Black talking to himself, and adjusting things. She braced herself for what would happen next. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It felt like a really bad carnival ride, she thought as she flew back through time. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, Maritza was set down in the past. About three years in the past.
As she looked around, she recognized her apartment. And she recognized the day. The day she had argued with Bosco over taking Noble's gun, or whether to let him keep it. He had finally gotten fed up and left in a huff. The next time she had seen him was in the hotel room.
She heard voices, and recognized one as her own. And the other as his. There was no way she could forget his voice. It was imprinted into her brain, along with his face and his body. Everything he had ever shared with her was burned onto her memory. She heard the slamming of the door, and the stomping of feet. She remembered what she was feeling that day. Anger, frustration, along with hoping he would just understand. The jackasses that did this to her sister were not getting a way with what they had done, no matter the cost, no matter what happened to her.
'' Who the heck are you?!,'' She saw herself demand, knowing full well her past self would soon go for the off duty gun that she kept strapped to her ankle.
'' I'm you,'' Maritza answered quickly.
'' Yeah sure,'' Her past self replied indignatly.
'' I know it's hard for you to believe right now, but I am you. About three years from now,'' Maritza explained.
'' And you're here to save me from uncertain doom,'' The past Maritza snickered.
'' In a way, I am.''
'' What?,'' The past her crossed her arms. A sure sign of frustration.
'' That was Bosco just now, wasn't it? You two were arguing about Noble. He doesn't think it's right to let Noble keep the gun, right?''
The past her just stared at her,'' You could have just overheard us.''
'' It was hard not to, but I know because I've had the argument with him before. And you think he's being hard to get along with. There is no way you'll let the people who killed Lettie get away with it. How am I doing so far?''
'' Good,'' The past her said uncertainly.
'' Bosco's got one heck of a gulit trip going. He's not going to give this up. He and Faith are going to go for the gun.''
'' Yokas? What the heck is she doing in this? This is none of her concern!''
Her past self looked angry, so Maritza sped up her explaination,'' It is if it concerns him. After you turn him away, he's got no one left, but her. You all will meet up in Noble's hotel room. You trade shots. Bosco shoots Noble, Faith shoots you, and then you shoot her.''
'' Good she deserved it. Sticking her nose in where it don't belong!,'' Her past self is a very angry person, Maritza thought.
'' Faith is paralized from the waist down, you get a flesh wound, Noble dies, and Bosco walks away with the worst gulit trip he's ever had. He feels respondsible for everything that happened. You and Bosco won't talk for a very long time. Not until you get hurt.''
'' Hurt?''
"' You and a newbie go to try to take down a hooker joint. Sex for medical services. You do well until you meet Thomas Warner. He, he,'' Maritza paused, this was a hard thing to talk about, even now,'' He raped you. Or rather he will.''
'' Rape?,'' The tone of voice her past self used was a little unnerving.
'' Yes. You'll almost miss a court date, and Bosco will be trying like mad to contact you. Through all you drag him through, he still gets worried about you. That's the part I don't get, how he could still care after all that happened.
When Warner finally is found, Bosco is the one transporting him. Bosco askes questions, and finds out. He's furious, and even lets you execute a little street justice.''
Her past self smiled.
'' You start to get along again. But you will NEVER be as close as you once were.''
'' Close? We never were,'' Her past self argued.
'' Oh really? Doesn't he know all about Mom and Dad, and Lettie? Doesn't he know about your old boyfriends, and the one that hit you?,'' She smiled ruefully,'' I remember telling him that.''
'' So?''
''And you know about his nightmares, and the panic attacks, and how his father is the worst person ever. And isn' t that his shirt on that chair?,'' This time the smile got bigger.
Her past self went over and picked up the shirt that had been hanging over a kitchen chair. She held it to her, holding on tight. Her past self gave small smile.
'' Faith comes back to work after a while. About six months later,'' Maritza continued,'' You and Bos are still okay. On Faith's first day back, Doc Parker steals Sasha Munroe's off duty gun. He holds up the firehouse.''
The smile completely left the past Maritza's face, though she held on to the t©shirt.
'' At the same time you're helping Sasha, Bosco's mother, Rose, is kidnapped. You don't find out until you catch him in the hallway, going to talk to the OCCB detectives.,'' Maritza swallowed,'' And then there was the whole Mikey thing.''
'' Mikey? Isn't that Bos's brother?,'' The past her asked.
Maritza nodded,'' He was invovled in shooting a cop. Bosco manages to help him, and you both get the guy who killed the cop. But you drift apart after Mikey becomes informant.''
'' Bosco wouldn't like that,'' Her past self agreed.
'' He didn't. And in a car chase a mobster's son is killed. And the mobster comes after you, Bosco, and Faith. Laura Wynn is killed then too.''
The past Maritza's face blanched,''Oh no.''
Maritza nodded,'' Faith walks away, you get a good shoulder wound, but fully recover.''
"Bosco?,'' Her past self asked, afraid to hear the answer.
'' Bosco barely makes it out alive. Shards of glass pentitraited his entire body. The nerves between his legs and his spinal cord were severed. He never walked again.''
'' No,'' Her past self whispered, looking close to tears.
Maritza swallowed hard, close to tears herself,'' He became something of a recluse, staying home, living of disablity checks. He past away in his sleep about a year later.''
" No, no, I don't believe it!,'' Her past self shook her head so hard her hair flew out around her.
But Maritza persisted,'' Yes. The mobster's son died because you two were competing, rather than working together.''
'' Alright, if what you're saying is true, then how did you get here?''
'' It's taken me a year to find a way to get back here and tell you. I won't let this happen to Bosco again. And I won't lose him again.''
'' Then what am I supposed to do?,'' The past her asked.
'' Let things play out. And when you're all standing there with guns pointed at each other, lower your's and don't shoot. And if or when Faith shoots you, don't push for her to get proseucted. I've already realized Bosco needs Faith, she's been a major part of his life for twelve years. That's a place you can't fill, they're like brother and sister,'' Maritza told her.
The past her nodded,'' Okay, but what if it doesn't work?''
'' It has to,'' Maritza replied forcefully. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Maritza and her future self decided to take the bus to work. It was a good thing not many people were on it, it would be hard to explain sitting on something you couldn't see. When Maritza had asked her future self about that, she replied,
'' No one can see me or hear me but you.''
Just after they got to the precienct, Bosco brushed past her on his way into the locker room. She glanced at her watch, noticing he was late. She went to the locker room door, but hesitated when she went to open it. The future her nodded for her to go ahead, and then followed her into the room.
'' Bos?,'' Maritza said softly.
He didn't answer, and just concentrated on getting changed.
'' You can't ignore me forever you know,'' She said.
'' I can try,'' He replied quietly.
Maritza walked across the room, and sat on the bench beside him,'' Bosco, I'm sorry I yelled at you this morning. I want to aplogize.''
The future her smiled in approval. The future Maritza couldn't take her eyes off Bosco. It had been a long time since she had seen him healthy. Or alive for that matter.
'' What?,'' Bosco looked at her, confused,'' Who the heck are you and what did you do
"What did you do with the real Maritza?"
Maritza laughed,'' It is me.''
'' Yeah okay, you just never aplogized before. That's all,'' Bosco stood up, and slipped off his shirt, keeping her back to her,'' What do you have against taking that gun from him? He killed someone for god's sake!''
'' I know,'' Maritza stood, standing right behind him, so he could feel her breath on his back,'' I've been thinking, and maybe you're right.''
Bosco snickered,'' See there's a first time for everything.''
'' But we've got to get the information from him. We turn that gun in, the feds will be all over this. You've got to understand,'' She pleaded with him.
'' You got to do what you got to do. But just remember, so do I.,'' He replied as he jammed his arms into his uniform shirt, and slammed his locker shut. He hurried from the room,'' I'm late for roll call.
"That didn't go well,'' Maritza sighed, and turned around to face her future self.