Chapter One: Fate

Chapter One: Fate

Author's Note: This is my first Heartland fan fiction, so, lets get crackin'! Hopefully, I'll be able to make a youtube video for this, so we'll see… if you haven't already, go check out my other fanfiction! I write some for Maximum Ride and Twilight. Thanks!

"Amy?" Ty's voice startled Amy, her head flew up from her Practical Horseman magazine. Ty appeared in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. He held the cordless phone out to her. "It's for you."

She pushed herself off of the bed, taking the phone from Ty. She quickly covered the mouthpiece. "Who?"

Ty just smiled. "I'll be in the barn." He mouthed back, laughing as he shook his head. Amy was puzzled. He had looked … amazed.

"Amy Fleming of Heartland, how may I help you?" She said in a polite, business like voice.

"Hi. This is Timothy Cornwell of Practical Horseman." Amy's heart pounded in her chest. "I'm an old friend of Nick Harwell?" Immediately, her heart sped to a pace that could not be healthy.

"Hi." She said slowly, shyly. "Is there something that I can help you with?"

"Yes, actually." His voice was friendly and warm. "Mr. Harwell told me about this place. I'm so sorry to hear about your mother."

Amy's heart constricted painfully. "Thanks."

"I'm looking to write an article on Heartland…"

The words made Amy jump about a foot in the air, her hands were shaking, she got chills and her brain spun in circles. She had to take deep breaths. Slowly, she looked at the copy of Practical Horseman that she had been reading. This could be the answer to Heartland's problems!

Since Marion Fleming had died, Heartland had been having financial problems. Paying borders were hard to come by, and Heartland was struggling on its feet. Lou, Amy's older sister, had come to Heartland to help out, and bring some sensibility, as she called it, to Heartland's finances. She wanted her and Grandpa to downsize… majorly. So far, Amy had been able to hold that off. But for how long? They couldn't stay if they went bankrupt. Heartland was barely holding on by a thread and this article could give it what it needed. More borders. More rescues.

"Um, okay. Yes. Sure… uh, what do you need to know?"

He laughed, seeming to sense her nerves. "There are just a couple of things…"

For the next hour, Amy gave the reporter all of the info on Heartland. She told him about how they helped horses with behavioral and emotional problems, using a mix of conventional and alternative medicine. She let him know about join up, and their recent rescuing of a horse named Sugar Foot.

"May I visit the barn? I'd love to take pictures and meet with some of the horses…"

"Yes, of course!" Amy said, enthusiastic. "When can you visit?" She got a piece of paper and a pen off of her bedside table to write it down.

"How does two weeks sound to you?" He asked. It sounded like a long time away, but she figured that he had other work to get done first, and probably wanted to research some of the alternative medicines that she had told him about.

"That sounds great." Amy said, sighing with relief. This was going to solve every problem that they had.

They ended the phone call politely, and Amy collapsed onto her bed, smiling, and in great mood. This was the answer.

Lou appeared in the doorway. "What was that about? A border?" She asked, sounding both wary and hopeful.

Amy smiled. "That was fate. That was the answer to everything we could ask for."

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