Character: Major Edward Beck
Prompt: Table 6, #21 - Treason
Rating: R - for some bad language, some of which may be more offensive than others.
Warnings : Major, major spoilage within for basically everything in the last 2 episodes of season 2.
Word count: 1,102
Summary: A day in the life...
Disclaimer/Claimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Jericho or CBS or any of the other PTB in relation to the show. No infringement is intended. I'm just taking the characters out to play, and will do my best to show them a very, VERY good time. ;)
A/N1: Words in red are Beck's thoughts as he's writing; not what was actually sent.
A/N2: Sadly, I don't think this will make much sense if you haven't seen the series.
A/N3: Wow! This is a long time between updates! Sorry about that. Things will go more quickly now, I think.
July 1, 2007
She told me she couldn't tell the difference between me and Phil Constantino. She couldn't tell the difference between that monster – and me.
During our conversation, I looked at the picture in my helmet – my only picture of Georgette and Abbey - to try and get my bearings, to remind myself of who I am and why I do what I do. But I couldn't stand letting her see them; it was too...personal. And I didn't want our conversation to be personal. So I turned the helmet over, to hide them from her sight. They're mine, and that picture is all I have left of them.
And I don't want her pity.
Why can't Heather understand that this government will not tolerate insurrection – and Jake's stubbornness and the Rangers' rebellion is making a dangerous situation even worse. I tried to convince her to speak with Jake – to try and stop this escalation with the Rangers. It was time for me to use her influence with The Guy to get what I needed to bring stability back to this town.
Any weapon available, right? That's the rule – right?
Well, the weapon misfired.
I told her Jake was responsible for what was happening.
She told me it was me.
And she wouldn't speak to Jake.
The truly shitty part is - she's right. Well, not about my resemblance to Phil Constantino. I'm not a monster, I'm not power mad and I'm not just plain crazy.
But she's right about one thing: I mishandled the situation from the moment I took Jake into custody. I should have – well. It doesn't matter what I should have done. What matters is what is, right now.
I need to find a way out of this situation – before it gets much worse...(and I think I have an idea...)
July 2, 2007
Sarah Mason is dead – has been for months. Hawkins is the terrorist; he's had me chasing my tail all along – I can't believe I listened to him – I can't believe I trusted him - I can't believe I liked him.
It was true – all of it – everything that my Mystery Informant told me – Hawkins had one of the bombs. We have the bomb now – but we don't have Hawkins. And we don't have Jake. Yes, Jake and Russell are no longer in my custody; the Rangers came and “rescued” them tonight, while we were trying to keep the peace and half my troops were out chasing Hawkins down. Hawkins was on the run to God knows where – with the bomb.
And now here I sit, with one nuclear bomb on the way to Cheyenne, one terrorist on the run, a half dozen people in hiding and two escaped prisoners (I should have waited before letting them be rescued, damn it! If I had only known - ).
How much does Jake know? Did Jake know that Hawkins was one of the bastards who blew up our country (murdered my family)? I need to find Jake – and find out what he knows.
How? HOW? How had that fucking bomb escaped detection after the aerial search? It should have revealed the bomb! That report was secure in my office - I read every damn page of that fucking report and -
Later, July 2, 2007:
She betrayed me. Betrayed my trust.
Called me a coward. Stood there and told me that I refused to see the truth. That Hawkins had told her the government was corrupt and had lied, and she believed him.
I had her arrested. She's in jail right now – and I could have her shot. I may have to have her shot. If Cheyenne finds out about this, I won't be able to protect her – to save her from her naiveté and folly.
Jesus God - I don't know what's true and what's not. I don't know who to trust! I need a source of information that I know hasn't been...staged...for my benefit. I need a source of information that I can trust to be true!
Later, July 2, 2007:
I'm exhausted. And sick to my soul.
I looked through the laptop we found in Hawkins' truck. It was the one piece of information that I knew would not have been doctored for my benefit. He wouldn't have deliberately left it behind – hell, he wouldn't have known we'd be after him so soon, or that we found out who he was.
I've gone through it.
Heather was right.
About the ASA, about Hawkins and Jake, about me.
Cheyenne did lie about the origin of the bombs; they are a corrupt government.
I can no longer recognize their right to lead.
I'm leaving in a few minutes to tell my commanders my decision – and to let them see the evidence for themselves; give them Hawkins' laptop.
I'm then heading to the Richmond Ranch, where Stanley and the others are burying Bonnie. I need to tell them that – as far as I'm concerned – they're free to go on with their lives. All of them. That includes Hawkins and Jake.
I'm finishing this letter to you now, because I expect I'll be on my way to Cheyenne by the end of the day to face a court-martial for treason. The ASA deals with these cases quickly – I'll likely be executed by the end of the week.
I'm exhausted, Jeff, and sick to my soul. But there's nothing left for me to do now but to try to make right what I put wrong, and to face my fate like a man – to be the man you and everyone else would be proud to claim as your own.
I'm putting this – along with the other letters - in a sealed envelope. I'm leaving a note for Heather, with a request that she do her best to deliver the envelope to you - if there ever comes a time when East and West are reunited. Ironically, she's the only one I trust to at least try and honour my request.
I have nothing else to say, really. I have no property to bequeath – and noone let alive to receive it. Anyway, by the time you get this, it will be years past – if you get this at all.
Please know that regardless of what the Cheyenne histories may show – I did not betray our country. I stood up for what was right, and true. Believe that, even if you can't believe anything else.