Okay before I begin, I would just like say that if you have the terrible affliction known as Writer's Block, you should head over to 'Imagine your OTP' on Tumblr. It has an entire archive of prompts that should fix the problem.
So, I was scrolling through & I saw one relating to war. I read it immediately thought of Jock.
WARNING: Implied sex scene.
The letter came in the mail one day.
As they read the letter over & over again, she couldn't help but feel worried. What if he was killed? What would she do then? She knows that he would do things that would get him killed. 'Never leave a soldier behind' is what he said & lived by.
He reassures her that nothing will happen to him, even though her fears are well placed.
As the days pass & the date draws closer, she grows increasingly worried. He tries to comfort her, but he knows it's little comfort. She has countless nightmares about getting a letter telling her that he has died, being shot to death & many others too horrible to list.
She would wake up crying, hating herself for the tears. He would comfort her, knowing that one of those could become reality.
On the night before he departs, she can barely sleep. She keeps tossing & turning, which disrupts him from his slumber. He goes to hold her. As he does, she pulls him into a kiss, asking him to make love to her one last time.
Naturally, he says yes, understanding that this may be the last time they see each other.
As their lips crashed into each other, they let their bodies take control.
At the train station the next day, he is waiting for his train to arrive. She is next to him, dreading the moment.
As the train pulls up, he turns to her & speaks:
'I will come home. I promise,'
He kisses her on the forehead & she watches as he boards the train.
4 years have passed since he left. She hasn't heard anything about him, which was a blessing & a curse.
She was on the couch, watching TV. She hadn't seen or heard anything about his whereabouts, so she assumed that he was still alive.
Well, more hoped than assumed.
In the four lonely years that had passed, she had tried to continue her life, but it wasn't the same. The morning jogs, the weight lifting, the competitive nature: It wasn't the same without him.
As she sat on the couch, a news report came in about how an enemy bomb had exploded near a Canadian military camp. Several were killed & many were injured.
She turns the TV off, not wanting to hear anymore. While it seemed he had been spared of any harm, there had been a string of attacks recently. How long until something happens?
As she sits on the couch, she doesn't hear the door opening & closing. She's too absorbed in her thoughts to hear the footsteps coming down the hallway & stop behind her.
As two hands cover her eyes, she cries out, startled. She turns around, the hands falling from her face.
Her eyes widen at the sight of him, dressed in his military uniform.
'Hey,' He says.
She stands up in disbelief, tears forming in her eyes. 'Brick,' she whispers.
Yeah, I know it's short. Sorry. Chosen out.