Trust
Short fic from Amy's POV set during Children of Jamestown. This is probably the most vulnerable we ever see Amy. She's afraid and she admits it. She's never been in a situation remotely like this before and probably never thought she would be. I wondered what was going through her head then and why she stuck with the guys after seeing how dangerous it can get.
Trust
I had the jazz. I thought I had the jazz. That thrill of chasing down criminals, of righting wrongs. In Mexico, I was too focused and determined to spare myself a thought. I had to find Al. I had to save him. I didn’t even think about how much danger I was in. I should have thought about it. Because Al is safe now. That job is over. Mexico seems like a lifetime ago. Was it only a few weeks ago? Have I been on this crazy high, this jazz, all this time? Sitting here in this barn now, the three of them telling me to accept death, I think I’m finally coming down. I loved saving that girl. She’ll get to go back to her life because of us. We saved her. Is that thought enough comfort if I die here today?
Maybe I made a mistake, joining the team. Maybe Hannibal was right. I take his hand as he tells me to do as they say. But, I was right, wasn’t I? I knew Al was in trouble even when my boss wouldn’t believe it. I trusted my instincts like a good journalist should. Like I always do. Like I did when I chose to come on this mission. I stop listening to the guys as they keep trying to reassure me. They’re asking me to trust them and I do, but I trust myself more. And I made the right call.