Title: Glory
Author: Missy
Email: HIMH@aol.com
Parts total: 1 of 1
Rating: G
Content: For those traumatized by what happened on 9/11, this may not be the fic for you.
Spoilers: For the last season of PS
Cannon: Same
Characters: The last-season regulars of the show.
Category: 200-words; SOL
Het/Slash/Both: Gen
Summary: Balki discovers what it is to be free after 9/11.
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Disclaimer: All actors are propritized by themselves; Balki and all PS Characters were created by and are the property of Lorimar Television, Inc, with temp licenses to the Viacom empire and TV Land. This piece of fanfiction is not intended to misrepresent actual events and bare no resemblance to any event that has ever occurred in reality, past or present. It is not meant to disparage the used character trademarks or used persons. No copyright infringement is intended, and the author is not making any money from the publication of this story.
NOTES: My first PS prose fic. Enjoy!

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It seemed a violation of everything that his adopted home country stood for. Disbelief had gripped his family, and so together they sat in a huddled mass, trying to figure out what in the world had happened.

Two planes and two towers.... hundreds of thousands of lives lost.

His first instinct was to get on the phone...try to track down his cousin. Four hours spent clinging to the phone, trying to get through to the newspaper. It was supposed to be his day off; the baby's birthday.

Finally, he reached his Cousin Larry, who promptly announced he was going to New York to cover the situation. He was incensed; New York was far too dangerous! He could be killed; what would he tell Jennifer if he died? But his cousin insisted...even after Balki used his most pleading voice.

One year later, they stood in their communal yard, children and parents united in singing the national anthem, candles in their hands. Over the year, in the courage of the many who worked in New York, and even in that of his own cousin, Balki had come to understand what it was to be an American; to be really, truly, free.