This is my first try at fan fiction, so please be kind. I kinda took
a liking to RayK, but never really saw much of him. I just started
watching
due south a few months ago on the repeats. Its a good show. ok, I have
seen all these people doing this Standard disclaimer thingy, so here's
min. I do NOT own these characters. Except Troy, he's mine. So, if you
don't like the story, don't tell me. If you do, tell me. I like good
comments more than bad. If you REALLY hate it, then its ok to tell me,
just be nice. If you hate it or find it offensive to the point where
you want to sue, don't. I'm 16 and out of the job. I can give you 50
cents, but that's for a soda for tomorrow. Later! :) 

To Be Or Not To Be

"YOU WHAT!?!?"
 "I quit college dad." Stan said. He had hoped his father would be more
understanding, but it seemed things weren't going so well. "How could
you do such a stupid thing! After all I did for you?" Mr. Kowalski stated,
"Do you know how hard it is to get someone into college with a D average!!
Very tough!" "I'm just not cut out for college Dad, some people aren't
college material. I guess I'm one of 'um." Stan retaliated "Then what
are you going to do, huh? Work at a McDonalds? You should be able to
qualify for that sort of thing" Mr. Kowalski spat. " I want to be a cop."
Stan whispered. Oh, boy Stan thought, this is not going as I had planned.
2 HOURS AGO
	"Listen, man, them teachers are always sayin' to go for our
dreams.
Why dont' ya?" Troy asked	" 'Cause of my dad. He gave a lot for me
to
be in college and I don't know how to tell him, I hate it. I don't see
me going for the rich desk job future. I want to get out and do stuff."
Stan told his roommate. They were sitting in their dorm packing Stan's
things. He had just decided to stop college and go start another life.
Now, Stan was worrying how he should tell his father. College had not
treated Stan well. He wasn't getting good grades and frankly, didn't
have the "wanna-be smart" driven anymore. Troy on the other hand was
good at everything. Was a the quaterback for the football team, had all
A's and frankly was good lookin. With his crew-cut black hair and
boyish-features,
the girls practiactlly went ga-ga over him. 'Look at me, with my hair
that is blond and looks like I stick my finger in a socket every mornin.
I'll never be as good as Troy. In school or with girls. "Just tell him
the truth." Troy said.
"Oh, yea. Hey dad, you won't believe this, I quit college to become a
detective like on t.v. Oh and by the way, you just wasted all the effort
on your dim-witted son so, what do you think. Do I have your consent
on becoming a cop. That'll fly real well with my dad, Troy." Stan said.
"Not that much truth man, go light. More like, Dad, I really appreciated
all the effort, money and time you put in to see me succeed, but I have
come to realize that the life which is set before me is not the one I
wish to choose. I have found a better way of using my talents in order
to ensure the safety of the community and see that justice is prevailed."
Troy said, "Its like Shakespeare said, Stan my friend, To be, or not
to be, that is the question. TO be a cop, or not TO be a cop, that is
your question my buddy." "Man, I know now why you get good grades." Stan
said
"How?"
"Ya butter them up." 
"Don't tell no one my secret."
"It's safe with me, freak."
"Look who's talkin! Mr. I-defy-gravity-with-my-hair"
"Your still a freak"
"Understood"

2 Hours Later

"I didn't hear you, did you say a COP!" Mr. Kowalski yelled.
"I..I..I. really app..appr.. like the fact that you want me to..to.."
Stan stammered. Damn, this is not working. Thanks a lot Troy. "Spit it
out, did you or did you not say a COP!" Mr. Kowalski asked angrily "Yea,
I did say a cop, dad. I want to become a cop. A detective. I think that
I'll.." Stan started "You think!? You think!? You couldn't think if your
life depended on it. If you had thought this through, you would have
seen how stupid it is! Do you know the things cops do? Undercover work,
dealing with the armpit of the world, putting their life on the line
for others! Not something that I would enjoy." "Were not talking about
what you enjoy, were talking about me. I want to do those things. I want
to help people and do undercover work. I want a gun a badge. I don't
want what my older brother has. I want what I want and not what you want.
Do you get that, or do I have to say it over again?" Stan retorted. This
was suppose to be peaceful. Now, they were less than an inch apart in
each other's faces. "If you want to be a cop and get killed fine with
me. But know this, I will never help you. Not financially or any other
type of help. You want to stay in Chicago and become a cop, fine. You
go and screw up your life. Your mother and I are out of it. This is the
last you'll ever see of us." Mr. Kowalski said as he walked out the door,
leaving Stan standing in the middle of the living room feeling lost and
alone. 

The End