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"Hello?"
( June 5, 1992 )

Patient: Soledad Truscott
Fandom: OC
Partner's Name: Daniel Bishop (canon)

"Unwed mother" was a phrase Soledad Truscott never thought she would use to describe herself but as luck (or a complete lack thereof) would have it, that was just what she was-in addition to "single", "stressed", and "vomit covered".

( June 7, 1992 )

Soledad Trsucott
OC
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~No phone for a week, this means cell phones too so fork it over.
~No computer access, this means cell phones too. I'm not that out of touch.
~No driving of the car. Don't look at the car. Don't even think about the car.
~After school, come straight home. Do not pass go do not collect $200.
~Short of a natural disaster in which our apartment building is the only one left standing, be prepared to not have any friends over.
~No extracurriculars this includes dance class. I have yet to decide whether is constitutes a punishment.
~Your father will personally escort you to school every morning. This constitutes a punishment.
  

"I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"We had sex and now I'm carrying your bastard child ( May 23rd, 1992 )

Muse: Soledad Truscott
Fandom: OC
Word Count: 757
Partner's Name: Daniel Bishop

-Just how bad of drivers some people can be
-The price of gas
-How much more grown up my daughter seems with every passing day
-What passes for fashion
-When I sound like my mother
-The things I see at work (but not so much anymore)
-How much I can save by switching to Gieco

( First day back after Winter break, January 1990 )

Muse: Soledad Truscott
Fandom: OC
Partner: Daniel Bishop

-I became a single mother in college
-I'm a New Yorker through and through
-I was premed at Columbia University before I decided to join the Police Academy
-I now works with CSU
-I have a younger brother
-I speak Spanish
-My daughter is what I am most proud of in my life

"Can we get the hell out of here now?"

It was the eve of the start of winter break and Sunny was standing against the banister in a classmates home downing her rum and coke in large gulps.

"Jesus Christ Sun, we've only been here an hour. How can you be bored already?" Lanie Carlson didn't even bother to lower the red plastic cup from her mouth as she spoke, her voice sounded thick and muffled. "Besides my friend isn't here yet, I really want you to meet him."

The two-story three-bedroom brownstone, in true college fashion, was home to seven Columbia students only one of whom Sunny was actually friends with. He and his roommates had decided to throw this Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Solstice/Thank-Fucking-God-We-Survived-The-First-Term Party. As a result the entire house was dark save for assorted color twinkle lights. A browning Christmas tree stood in the corner near the window and a silver menorah-cum-ashtray served as the centerpiece of a poker table that was doing double duty as a bar. The B-52's thumped obnoxiously from the speakers in the living room as bodies gyrated to the beat. As Sunny surveyed the sight she was fairly positive she has somehow stumbled into Hell.

"What's so great about this guy that it can't wait until we get back from break?" Sunny looked into her cup and frowned. It was empty. She continued as she led the way to the poker table/bar "I still have to pack and check out is early tomorrow. I would like to get some sleep before my dad gets here in the morning. Let's find Kim and Beth and gooooo."

"Hold your horses, here he comes."

Lanie had insisted that Sunny and this guy from her advertising class would hit it off. She said he liked all the same music as Sunny and had a "unique" sense of style, she had of course imagined some art nerd who liked Devo and dressed like Duckie, so when she turned around and saw nothing short of a god her jaw hit the floor. He was tall, that was the first thing she noticed immediately. He was easily about 6'2 with shaggy black curls and blond streaks. Warm brown eyes looked at her through a pair of wire frame glasses and he wore a wide pleasant grin as he approached her with an outstretched hand. "Hi, I'm Daniel."

There a fleeting moment of panic as she suddenly forgot her own name but she recovered quickly and took his hand in hers. "Soledad-um Sunny! Everyone calls me Sunny."

"Nice to meet you Sunny." Daniel paused and rolled his eyes "God, could this music be any worse?"

"Your telling me, 'Love Shack' is a blight on the world." To her surprise, he laughed. Not a polite laugh because they had just met but a real laugh.

"Sooo, that being said, do you want to dance?" he asked. Sunny just nodded enthusiastically. Daniel took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. As she walked away, she glanced behind her at Lanie who was standing there with a smug look on her face and mouthing "I told you so."

Muse: Sunny Truscott
Fandom: OC
Word Count: 529
Partner: Daniel Bishop (canon)

October 25, 1991

Sunny turned the handle to the door of Daniel's dorm room as slowly as possible afraid that even the slightest noise might wake him. As she pushed the door open, the hinges began to creak loudly. Sunny cringed at the sound but luckily it didn't seem to bother the shirtless body lying facedown on the bed. She sidled into the room through the crack in the doorway, paying special attention to the bottle of Crown Royal she carried, and closed the door behind her.

Daniel snored softly and rolled over, Sunny's stopped dead in her tracks and made sure he was still asleep before she continued to creep toward his bed. Placing the bottle of Crown Royal on the dresser table, she leaned in close and began to blow in his ear. It wasn't long before he groaned groggily and opened one eye.

"Wha? Sunny? What time is it? What are you doing here?" he mumbled.

Sunny smiled deviously and climbed up on the bed. "Happy Birthday!" she yelled as she begun to jump up and down at his feet. Daniel smiled lazily and reached to grab her hand bringing her down at his side with a loud creak of the springs. He rolled over on top of her and kissed her. She laughed into his mouth and pushed him off of her.

"Ugh, morning breath!" she giggled and stuck her tongue out. Reaching over Daniel, Sunny grabbed the alcohol and twisted the cap off. "Drink up birthday boy. You only turn 21 once."

Daniel glanced at the alarm clock on the dresser chuckled. "Sun, it's 7 in the morning! Isn't it a little early to start drinking?"

"Pish posh, you've waited this long to take your first legal drink, don't you want to start early?"

Smiling, he gave a sigh of defeat and grabbed the bottle from her hand and took a swig. "Burns so good," he said through a cough.

Sunny hopped over the footboard and walked back around to the side of the bed. "Now get up I'm taking you to breakfast, and I hope you didn't plan on going to class tomorrow, because after the party we've planned for you tonight, you might be hugging a toilet bowl for a couple days."

"Sounds like fun. You won't try and take advantage of me while I'm under the influence will you?"

Sunny bent down and picked up a pair of jeans on the floor and tossed then at Daniel. "I'm not making any promises" she said with a smile.

Soledad Truscott
OC
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I deal with death almost every day. While not every crime ends in murder, CSI doesn't usually get called in unless someones kicked the bucket. So its safe to say I've seen more than my share of bizzare deaths. Guys high on shrooms jump out 15 story windows, bathtub drownings, someone slips in the kitchen and impales themselves on a knife, whatever. Then there's the mundane: overdose, stabbings, gunshots. They all have to be investigated and unless we're talking about some high up official or a CEO, a lot of these people go out without any kind of fanfare. No front page spread or lengthy obituary. Some people don't even have family to come and identify them so off to Potter's Field they go. It's just a fact you have to deal with.

Death is just something that's always present. You know how chefs play that "death row meal" game, well we in CSU got something similar. It's "how do you want to go out?" Well I've thought about it and I don't want to die in a blaze of glory. I don't want a huge funeral with a bunch of strange faces in the crowd and fake words. Keep it simple, just immediate family and a priest. I want to be remembered for how I lived, not how I died...especially if it was really embarrassing.

When I was in college 3am meant stumbling back to the dorms arm in arms with my friends. We were young, smart, pretty (drunk), and we thought we had the world at our feet. We'd sing at the top of our lungs as we tried to keep upright and we knew everything would be okay.

When I had Cassidy 3am meant late night feedings and diaper changes. I'd fall asleep with my face
In my textbooks and be awoken by the sound of a screaching newborn. If I was lucky my mother would get up and take care of her so I could go on absorbing knowledge through facial osmosis.

As a CSU tech it's early morning rollouts. When the call comes for a crime scene I jump out of bed or I put away whatever evidence I was analyzing. Everything stops when that call comes. No time for coffee, no time to bitch about how late it is, just go.

I'm very familiar with 3am, we're good friends at this point.

Sunny Truscott
OC
166

If you had the chance to do it all over again would you?

Surprisingly...no. I don't think I would have done anything different. Sure there were nights when I wished I could have been out with my friends instead of at home changing diapers but I wouldn't trade Cassidy for any of the stupid frat parties and drunken nights at bars for anything. I can't imagine my life without her and I know I could have had another kid later on after graduation, maybe when I was already married but then it wouldn't have been Cass. It would have been a totally different person.

I wouldn't even trade Daniel, we had some real fun. He was my absolute best friend for a while and he gave me my daughter. If I did change anything it would have been our break up. I wouldn't have given him the chance to hurt me, to leave such a bad taste in my mouth. I don't try and kid myself and say we'd be married right now but maybe we would still be friends.

There have been times when I wondered what it would have been like if I had gone to medical school, if I wouldn't have had to struggle so much but regardless I love my job. There's nothing like getting that call to a scene and taking charge. Putting together all the pieces of what happened and helping put away the bad guys, there's nothing like it.

No, I guess I'd say its been a pretty okay life, other people should be so lucky.