Welcome Home.


Tim Curran comes home and the boys are down in Boylan's Bar.


Slow footsteps. A heavy heart. He didn't want to do this, but he did. He had to. Commander Taylor told him it was best to get it over with straight away and he knew his commander was right.

So here he was on his way to Boylan's Bar. People spotting him immediately broke out in whispers. He ignored them all. They weren't important to him right now. Right now…the rest of the boys were most important.

Boylan's Bar came into sight as he turned the corner, his heart was beating fast and his hands felt clammy. He really didn't want to do this. If only, if only he could turn back time. He would never pick up gambling. He would never had murdered Ken Foster.

A step down the stairs. The laughter and chatting of people reached his ears. There was no doubt they were down there. They weren't on shift and it was day time. It was time to face them.

Tom Boylan was wiping down the bar, a grin on his face as he listened into the conversations going around. He caught sight of him coming down the stairs, slight limp in his leg and his eyes lighted up.

Josh Shannon and Skye Tate sat talking softly in a corner. Bets were already going around betting how long it would take for them to get together. Skye glanced up at the same time as Dunham.

''Tim Curran.'' Dunham spoke softly, though the name reached everyone's ears. The bar went silent, all eyes turning to the stairs.

Curran slowly came to a stop halfway down the stairs. His eyes closing for a brief moment, expecting people to turn their back on him. To start yelling, or even shooting at him.

Reynolds slowly got up out of his chair, taking his glass. The other boys soon following his example. The young man raised his glass high.

''Welcome home.'' Reynolds spoke. The two words echoing loud and clear across the room.

Curran's eyes widened in shock, his hands finding the rails of the stairs blindly.

''Welcome home.'' Dunham echoed, raising his glass.

Soon everyone was raising their glass, the words 'Welcome home' ringing through his ears. Curran shook his head, the words on his lips but not sounding out.

The boys seemed to understand what he meant as Reynolds stepped forwards. ''You are our friend too Curran. Welcome back to Terra Nova.''

That moment Curran realized that he could not travel back in time. He could not undo his mistakes. He had killed Ken Foster, a friend to everyone. But everyone makes mistakes. Tim Curran was also a friend to everyone and that was all that matters.

They forgave him. Because that was only human to do so.

Curran continued down the steps, Dunham moving out a chair for them. The talking and laughing continued, the men including Curran into the conversation quickly. Though it was only a matter of time until they started.

''So Curran, you going to gamble with us tonight?'' a solder sent him a wink and Tim laughed heartily for the first time in weeks.

Men will stay boys. Once they hear about him being caught by the Ancestral Komodo Dragon. They will never let him live that down.

''So what happened to your leg?'' Reynolds asked curiously.

Curran grimaced, debating wherever to lie or tell the truth. They were like his brothers, he couldn't lie to them.

''Ah had a struggle with a Slasher.'' Curran shrugged lightly, a smile gracing his face.

Welcome home Curran.