I promise I'll update Poker and Peaches and finish Guardian Hick sometime soon.. once I get my muse back.
Until then enjoy a barrage of one shots I seem to like writing when I'm bored.
Faded work boot kicks a pebble, baby blues scan the area, a heavy sigh slips past a pair of chapped lips. It was hard to believe it was all gone, just like that, everything he'd ever known and loved reduced to giant piles of rubble. The very thought was enough to make the mechanic's heart break, tears threatened to fall, the salty drops of water blurring his vision and making it hard to see the remains. He had fought so hard to survive and struggled through all sorts of bad situations and horrible moments just to get to come back to his homeland one day. But now that he was here, it was all gone, bombed and virtually destroyed by the fucking army. Savannah never stood a chance, he had known this, that little voice in the back of his mind had always told him that he'd never get to come back. Well he had almost proved it wrong, he had come back, but this wasn't Savannah.. this wasn't his home.. this.. would never be his home again. Even if they did manage to rebuild everything and return the city to the way it once was, it wouldn't be the same, he would be able to see the differences the ugly scars left by the apocalypse.
The young man didn't say anything, didn't have any words to express the hurt that came from the realization that he had no home and nowhere to go now. Instead he just balled his fists up and bit his bottom his lip with his two front teeth, kneading the chapped skin in between the two pearly white bones. The heart of Savannah had been the worst, and what had finally driven him to want to cry, cause his heart to shatter and that feeling of homesickness increasing with every second. Sniffling a little, there was a sudden set of angry swipes across his face with the back of his hands and the tears were cleared, a sudden mindset not allowing him to bring up anymore tears. This was not the time to mourn the loss, not the time to grieve for something he'd never have again, that could come later when he was alone.
Picking up the pebble he'd been kicking earlier, he held it between two fingers for the longest time, curling his fingers and closing it up inside his fist. Without giving it a second thought he stuffed his hand into the bottom of his overalls and dropped the pebble in there. It was going to be his good luck charm, a final reminder of what he'd lost, and of where he'd come from. He took it because that little voice in the back of his mind was talking again, both of them knew he'd never come back.. there was no reason to come back to something that didn't exist.
The sound of a car horn brought all these thoughts to a halt, brought him back to reality.
"You coming Ellis?"
Turning his head to look at the trans am, he saw his partner in the driver's seat, with the top down and his fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel. He'd been wandering around long enough, and with the sight of Nick sitting in the shiny car filling his vision, Ellis knew he didn't need to cry. He might have lost his home but everything he needed was right there in that car. As long as Nick was willing to stick with him things ok, which was enough to pull a trademark smile onto the boy's sad face, and without ever looking back Ellis ran forward and jumped the door, sliding into the passenger's seat with a rather annoyed look from the con man.
"Yeah baby I'm ready, let's get out of here."