Chapter One: Winds of change

A man leaned back in his chair. He tapped the pen gently against the clipboard as he waited for a patient. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, a ginger haired man walked in. "ah Mr. Peyton-Jones. Glad you could finally show up." He motioned for his patient to take a seat. "why don't you take a seat while I go over your discharge papers?" Sam sat down in the seat next to his doctor's. "you have been in this facility for a little over five years. You were checked in after having a meltdown in the hospital. You knocked two nurses including your primary care doctor unconscious during your rampage. The exact cause of your meltdown has been marked as unknown." Sam just grunted dismissively under his breath. "the good news is that your brother won the court over. You will be going home with him." He handed Sam his discharge papers. "I want you to turn these into Nurse Flood when you get back to PontyPandy. These have instructions for her to follow. I will also be assigning you a therapist that you will be seeing every week." Sam gave his doctor a "really?" look. His doctor nodded slowly. "those are my orders Samuel. You do not want to end up here again do you?" Sam shook his head. Sam got up from the chair. He headed out to his room to get his things. He stuffed his clothes into a travel bag that was provided by the hospital. He was glad to be leaving these walls once and for all. His younger brother, Charlie stood in the lobby waiting for him. He smiled kindly at his brother. He took his things from him. Sam followed in behind his brother. He kept his back to the place that kept him locked up for five years.

Charlie tossed Sam's back into the trunk of his son's jeep. He got in on the driver's side. "the twins will be happy to see you." Whispered Charlie hoping that he could at least get a small conversation out of his brother. "they've missed you an awful lot." Sam just gave a nod of his head. He hadn't spoken much since the accident that happened five years ago. He figured the less he actually spoke, the better. Every time he talked he could picture the horrific accident in his head. Charlie sighed softly. "you really are going to be quiet the whole trip aren't ya?" he asked. Sam nodded again. Charlie glanced out the windshield. He really wanted to hear his brother's voice again. It wasn't fair that Sam had made himself mute. He hoped that maybe with him spending time with his brother that it would open him up again. Charlie started the jeep up. He pulled away from the mental hospital. Sam laid his head against the glass. He turned the radio on lowering the volume on. "I found" by Amber Run began playing quietly on the radio. "I didn't know you liked this kind of music." Commented Charlie keeping his eyes on the road. Again, no actual response only a low grunt. The drive to PontyPandy ended up with Charlie sitting in silence with his brother. "I have a room set up for you at my house. The doctor told me that you should have someone keep an eye on you. Don't worry I'm not going to be too fussy with you." Charlie sank down in his seat. "Bronwyn may be another story." Sam looked over at Charlie. "you know how fussy she is. It's just the mother in her." Sam dropped his gaze. "I'll hold my tongue around her then." Whispered Sam breaking the silence. Charlie smiled. "I know you will."

Charlie pulled up outside of the café. He got out to get Sam's things. Sam stayed in the car for several more seconds. He finally exited out of the jeep. Charlie's adopted son, Hoshizora was the first one to greet them. "hey Uncle Sam." He beamed at his uncle. "I'm glad they let you out of prison early." He had a teasing tone to his voice. Sam gave a good natured smile back to his nephew. He headed upstairs to find Charlie. Charlie was upstairs talking to Sam's sister in-law, Bronwyn. Bronwyn spotted Sam coming up the stairs. She met up with him halfway to give him a hug. Sam hugged her back. "I'm so happy your home. Those doctors must have taken care of you poorly." Charlie shook his head. "he was in expert hands, Bronwyn." He countered. "why don't you let go of the poor man so he can get settled?" Bronwyn let go of Sam. She apologized to him. Sam walked past Bronwyn rejoining his brother upstairs. "your room is just across the hall from ours. The bathroom is next to the twins'." Sam nodded. He headed off to his room. He set his bag down on his bed. The bed had been made up nicely just for him. Sam unpacked his things into the drawers of his dresser. He sat some of the photos he had down on top of the dresser. The photos were of his time as a firefighter. A part of him died a little inside. He was going to miss being able to work. After five years of not being on the job, his dullen skills were going to be of no use to anyone. Sam sat down on one side of the bed staring at the photos. What will the others think of me now? Their senior firefighter coming home as a mere shell of who he was. Suffering from nightmares that no one can understand. Sam felt trapped in his own head. He wished he could tell others how he felt. Words just escaped him every time he tried.

Charlie leaned against the café counter. "I'm telling you Bronwyn, it's like Sam doesn't know how to talk. He was quiet the whole ride here." He whispered. "It's very sad really. I miss hearing his voice." Bronwyn hugged her husband gently. "I know Charlie but give him time. He will open back up to his again." Bronwyn heard her cellphone go off again. She motioned for Charlie to wait a minute while she went to answer it.

Bronwyn: hello?

Elvis: hiya Bronwyn. It's me, Elvis. Um, I was wondering if you could make a lunch for the whole crew. I kind of…burned lunch again.

Station Officer Steele: (on the other end of the room shouting) Cridlington! This is the third time this week that you've done that!

Bronwyn: (chuckles softly) oh dear. Tough luck with the stove I take it?

Elvis: yeah. I don't know what's wrong with me

Bronwyn: Don't be too hard on yourself Elvis. I'll make sure your guys' lunch is ready by the time you get here. Oh, and Elvis, I also need to talk with you about something.

Elvis: Okay Bronwyn. See you when I get there.

Bronwyn laid her phone down on the counter. Charlie kept his gaze on the wall. "I know what you are trying to do love, but do you really think bringing him here is a good idea?" Bronwyn nodded. "positive." She got the fryers going while she waited for Elvis. "it may do Sam some good to have some company."

Elvis walked into the café. Bronwyn had Elvis' lunch ready to go by the time he walked in through the door. "why don't you follow me upstairs, Elvis?" she suggested. Elvis shrugged. "okay." Bronwyn took Elvis upstairs. "there's someone I want you to meet." She paused outside of Sam's door. Sam was laying across the top of his bed. He heard the door open slightly. Bronwyn's voice welled up from the crack. "Sam?" He let out a low huff in response. She opened the door all the way. "I have someone who wants to see you." Elvis walked into the room. "hey Sam." Sam sat up all the way on the bed. "hey." Greeted Sam softly. Elvis smiled at his former teammate. "glad to see that you are home. This sure is a surprise." Sam nodded slowly. Elvis sat down with his friend. "how are you feeling?" he asked. Sam looked up at Bronwyn. He coughed at her. Bronwyn blushed. "oh, I get it. I'll leave you two alone." She stepped out of the room. Sam sighed. "I could be better." Elvis laid a hand down on his leg. "All of us missed you. I hope the doctor has allowed you to work with us again." Sam shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'll need to see Nurse Flood when I get the chance." Elvis checked his phone. "well I've got to get going. I'll come by to see you after work."

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