“You make me feel so happy just to be around you. The way you smile, your beautiful laugh, the way you look at me, It brings me such joy.” With JackCrutchie. ❤
I was going to write some nice, short one-shot. And now we’ve got this 6,000+ behemoth. Whatever, it was fun. Hope y’all like this one!
Also, shout out to one of my greatest friends up at college, who sat me down and helped me come up with a realistic plan for Crutchie’s life–which, is basically a combination of her plans and her friend’s plans–and then proceeded to threaten me if I didn’t let her read this after it was finished.
Crutchie had a plan. It was the perfect plan and he wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of him achieving his dreams. Nothing would stop him; he wouldn’t let it. When Crutchie had started college, he had fallen in love with the anthropology class that he had taken to cover some liberal arts requirement that his adviser had informed him was mandatory. Crutchie had immediately changed majors and never looked back. Suddenly, Crutchie knew exactly what he wanted to do: he would major in anthropology and he would find a way to work and identify bodies, in order to connect them back to their families.
He knew exactly how he would get to that point. First, he would graduate with his bachelor’s degree in anthropology and two minors in biology and chemistry. He would get his masters in biological anthropology at, either Michigan State or UT Knoxville. Through that degree, he would be able to pursue either contemporary mass grave excavation, or stable isotope identification methods. Both would allow him to work with mass graves. After studying their programs, Crutchie had felt as if those schools offered what he needed to achieve his goal. Once he had gotten his masters, Crutchie hoped to work or volunteer, either through the UN or an NGO to excavate mass graves. Ideally, he hoped to work in Afghanistan, but he knew that he would be content anywhere. As long as he was helping these people, long dead, be connected to their posterity. Maybe Crutchie would even get a job at the Smithsonian or the Museum of Natural History in New York. He was open to that avenue, as well, so long as he had worked with mass grave excavations, in the end.
Really, Crutchie had everything planned out, and he could not afford to be distracted from his goal and life-long pursuit.
Which was why Jack Kelly’s appearance into his life was not initially welcome.