Going home, going home was never an easy thing; but it was even harder when everyone back home hated you for the way you left. 34 year old Phillip Brooks leaned against the hood of the old car looking out over the City. It would be a 2 hour drive to his home town, a 2 hour drive to his past. He took a deep breath and pulled the keys from his coat pocket and unlocked the door. He started the car and in a few short minutes he was on his way out of town. He turned on the radio sighing as he listened to the song.

Drumming his fingers off the steering wheel as the tires of his car ate up the miles beneath him, leaving the world he lived in now behind him, taking him closer and closer to his past. He slowed the car eying the sign that welcomed him home. "Yay," he mumbled dryly. He came to a stop at the Y that would take him through town and to his house, if he turned left, and to his best friends farm if he turned right. He licked his lips and nodded.

Turning right he followed the road up about 5 miles stopping again upon a small hill, he could just see the town spread out below him. He took a deep breath; turning off the radio he turned into the driveway grinning at the mailbox, the name Cabana written across it. He few seconds later he put the car in park and slowly climbed out looking around.

The fruit stand was still there just like it had been when he was a kid, stealing strawberries and other fruit whatever he could get his hands on. He smiled at the memory of simpler times. His short trip down memory lane was cut short when someone grabbed him from behind shoving him into the car.

"What the hell are YOU doing here?" The man snapped.

"Don't know, thought I'd say hi," he grinned at the man.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked fighting a grin of his own.

Phil sighed looking away toward the farm house; and beyond to the fields before turning his gaze back on his friend. "Around," He responded.

"nobody is just around for 5 years," he quipped.

"Army," he lied that would work for now as the man nodded. "You wanna join me and AJ for lunch?" he asked.

Phil shook his head. "No, um I'm here to see my grandpa," He responded softly.

"oh," Colt nodded slowly. "Well, good luck," He said before hugging Phil tightly. "Good to see you again, wish you'd stick around we miss you." He said.

"Thanks, but I gotta get back to Chicago tomorrow," He said softly.

Colt frowned and nodded. "Alright, well it was good seeing you," he said.

Phil nodded and moved towards his car. "Tell AJ I said hi," He said with a quick nod before going to the car. He backed away and headed back towards town. Studying the buildings as he drove through, not much had changed in the five year's he'd been gone.

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Randy grumbled and tossed a chunk of heavy metal back against the wall of the garage. He was so tired of all of Sams complaining, he wished she'd take her threat of leaving him seriously and just do it already. She hated the small town life, she hated him, she hated everything. She wanted to stay in Atlanta a few more days. She'd be home in a week, that's what she'd said on the phone. He sighed running his fingers over his short cut head. He furrowed his brow and grabbed up another chunk of metal and tossed it at the wall, tattooed and well muscled arms.

He sighed and wiped his forehead the summer heat was already getting to him; he stepped out to the garage door pausing as he watched the old beat up car drive by. There was no denying who that car belonged to. He narrowed his eyes watching it go, heading up to the Brooks farm. He swallowed at the memories that threatened to over whelm him.

He tossed the towel his was holding back into the garage and stalked towards the house. The old hound laying on the porch lifted its head whining softly. "What? It doesn't mean anything," he rumbled.

It let out a huff and let its head fall back onto its paws, its thin tail beating out a song on the wood of the porch. Randy sighed and went inside; he showered and pulled on clean clothes. He stepped out on the porch and glanced towards the brooks farm, he could just make out the old car sitting in front of the house.

He found himself wondering as he headed up the street, what Phil was doing back in town. His grandfather had passed away over the previous winter, but nobody had been able to get a hold of the youngest member of the brooks family. Rumor had floated around the town that the man was dead. Randy had, had a feeling all along that he was not dead and that damn car, sitting up there at the far was proof that he wasn't.

He shook his head and pushed his way into the bar, he slumped at the counter and looked around. All the usual's were around, Ambrose and his two buds, Rollins and Reigns, and a few others were in, but Randy didn't care, all he cared about was his glass of whiskey, that he was waiting for the Bar Tender to pour.

"You're in early," Jericho said pouring with out even asking.

"Wife's still out of town," Randy responded watching the warm honey colored liquid fill his glass. Once Jericho finished and nodded, Randy picked up the glass and took a drink.

"I'm surprised you weren't in even earlier," He laughed.

"Had work to do," Randy responded dryly looking annoyed.

"Ah, alright you want a burger or a brat?" he asked.

Randy sighed taking another drink; "A brat," he responded.

Jericho nodded and turned to go,

"Phil's in town," Randy said mildly
Jericho froze only inches from the door to the back area of the bar. "Is he?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's up at his folks place right now," Randy responded taking another drink.

"Good for him," Jericho mumbled and then was out the door.

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Phil sat on the couch, his mother beside him; but right now his attention was on his father who was sitting in the chair across the room from him. "Where have you been?" He asked. "Do you have any idea what you did to this family?" he snapped.

"I had to leave Dad," he responded.

"Had to leave?" You practically killed your mother? Everyone in town whispers about us behind our backs because of you!" He snapped. "And now, you show up here, and just...think I'm going to hand you money,"

"Its my money," he said..

"No, its your grandfather's money, and he made me the executor of his estate, so unless you can give me a good reason to give it to you," He said.

"I just, I need it, I'm starting over," He said.

"You should of tried harder to start over here, fix the damage you've done," His father snapped.

"Jack," Phil's mother spoke up.

"No, mom he's right, I screwed up." He stood up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jack brooks asked stepping up to his son.

"I told you when I got here I have to be back in Chicago tomorrow," he responded.

"So that's it you're just going to leave again?" He asked. "Look at your mother!" He ordered.

"I'm sorry, but if you can't give me the money I have to go," He said.

"Isn't that typical Phillip, always thinking about yourself," Jack shook his head and walked out.

Phil sighed rubbing his forehead. "Yeah, maybe if you thought of someone beside of how you looked I would of turned out differently," He mumbled.

Ruth Brooks sighed and hugged her son. "Can't you stay for just one more day?" She asked softly.

He sighed. "I wish I could mom, but I really do need to get back to Chicago," He said softly.

She sighed and hugged him again softly. "Alright," She said softly sadly. "He does miss you,"
Phil shook his head. "No he doesn't mom," he said softly as they walked towards the door. "He despises me because I'm not the Son he wanted, I'm not good enough, never have been never will be," He concluded.

She walked with him to the car and took his hand. "Please come back and visit soon, I miss you," She said softly.

He sighed and hugged her gently. "Will see what happens Mom, I love you alright," He said climbing into the car.

"Drive careful," She said as he started the engine.

He nodded slowly. 'I will," He said. "Bye," he smiled and backed away as she waved sadly at him. He sighed and headed up the road, back through town, slowly near the bar, tempted to stop, but decided against it and sped up heading out of town. Changing the Radio station pausing on a new's station...

...is high on capitol Hill as an emergency session of Congress prepares to hear the President address the issue of global violence. Recent attacks have pushed this administration to take extreme action, raising more fears than it has alleviated. With global tension rising, the President is taking a risky step by confronting what some political observers...

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Randy scratched at his neck, not even hearing the car drive past, not knowing that Phil was back on his way out of town. He would of felt more at ease if he'd known that, but right now he was working on his dinner while half watching the news. Randy sighed taking another drink of his whiskey glancing at the TV listening silently.

Mr. Speaker, the President of the United States...

Randy glanced up blinking slowly, chewing on his food silently. He picked up his glass taking another drink as Jericho walked over, looking up at the TV. "What do you thinks going to happen?" He asked.

"Who cares, their always going on and on about how much danger were in," He said with a roll of his eyes.

Jericho snorted softly smiling a little. "yeah, you're probably right." He said with a shake of his head glancing back up at the TV.

"Can we change the channel!" Ambrose yelled.

"No!" Jericho snapped back.

"Oceans of hatred has created.."

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Phil picked up speed as he drove past the now leaving, sign, he'd known from the get go, going home was a mistake. It was like Tobias Wolff had said. "You can't go home again," He sighed softly as he continued down the highway, letting his past vanish in his review mirror, his eyes on the horizon.

".And yet, we all know these divisions pale in comparison to the fundamental dangers posed by the threat of terror, We have an eternal commitment to leave the world a better place for our children and grand-children. This has always been our problem..."

Phil blinked looking down at the crackle of static and then the radio went quite, he reached to fiddle with the nob, when he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up watching a Deer running frantically in broad daylight; Phil blinked and his eyes slowly traveling upwards to the hills, "oh shit..." he whispered his eyes going wide.

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AJ stood quietly on the front porch of the Cabana farm starring in dawning horror at what she was looking at. A soft yelp escaped her as Colt grabbed her from behind and hurried her inside.

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"hahaha!" Ambrose laughed as the TV Cut out, and went to snow. "See, even the TV doesn't wanna hear the bullshit from the president," he said laughing.

"Shut up Ambrose," Jericho grumbled and Randy watched him grab a chair and climb up on it and start fiddling with the TV as the door burst open and Jay Reso, with Wade Barrett behind him stumbled in.

"They blew up Chicago!" Jay snapped.

Silence fell over the bar, every single man and woman stared at the TV that Jericho was still attempting to come back on, but nothing, and then it was a mass exodus outside. People were lining the streets starring up at the sky, mummers of terror filled the air...

"I need to go home," Seth Rollins said and before his friends could stop him he was running up the street.

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Phil ripped his eyes off the horizon just in time to see a station wagon, the driver doing the same thing he'd just be doing, swerve into his lane. "Shit," He yanked the wheel trying to avoid the collision but it was too late, the other car slammed into him, and silence fell over the scene.

Birds took wing racing away from what hovered over the world like death, The sun slowly sank below the horizon as the massive mushroom cloud rose over the world...

TBC.

A/N: I haven't forgotten my other story, I'm just at a loss and this idea came to me so I wrote it, and its going quickly. So, I'm gonna work on this til I figure out what to do with the other fic. Please Read and Review, more to come soon.