Title: In Your Arms
Author: LovelyxIrony
Rating: M
Summary: History repeats in the lives of Ennis's and Jack's grandsons, Abel Mitchell and Lucas Twist.
Prologue
Three years ago he'd finally managed to escape.
Now, unfortunate circumstances had forced twenty year old Abel Mitchell back to the childhood home that he'd never wanted to set foot in again. His eyes ran over the faded blue color of the house, taking in the slightly dirtier windows before landing on the figures gathered around the living area. A breath flew passed Abel's lips as he caught sight of his father - Kurt Mitchell - and his grandmother, Alma.
His hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, and Abel bent his head down, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel and closing his eyes. It was painful how just the sight of his father and grandmother could bring back the painful memories that he'd worked so hard to surpress.
It was slightly depressing to think that, if his grandfather Ennis had survived the cancer, Abel would have stayed away from "home" for good. If Alma or Kurt had kicked the bucket, he probably still wouldn't have come back - would have stayed in New York, completely happy and free from the cage that his two family members had made what should have been a happy home.
Abel stayed like he was for a moment, until there was the sudden creak of the screen door being thrown open and two happy voices yelling together, "Abel!"
With a jerk, he sat up and caught sight of his sister and mother running toward him. "Junior" Del Mar-Mitchell had barely changed in the time that Abel had been away - apart from the few age lines, she still looked as young as ever. Gillian Mitchell looked a great deal like their mother, and absolutely nothing like Abel, who had always resembled their grand-daddy Ennis more (except for the pale green eyes he'd, unfortunately, inherited from Kurt).
Once he finished looking them over, Abel beamed for the first time in hours and stepped out of the beat down Chevy. For all the bad times that he'd had in that house, the one source of joy had been his mother and his little sister. They'd supported and loved him, even when the rest of the family turned their backs on the "queer".
He strode forward, the grin still in place, and locked his arms tightly around his mother and Gillian. They stayed wrapped in a tight hug, until Junior pulled away with a shaky smile, her eyes teary as she cupped Abel's face. "Lemme have a look at you."
"Ma." Abel's grin dulled to a small smile, rolling his eyes. "I haven't changed that much since you saw me."
"Now I wouldn't say that's true." She released her son's face with an affectionate smile. "You've gotten taller. 'Bout the same height as your daddy now." Junior ignored the grimace Abel gave her at the mention of being at all similar to his father. "And I really ought to give you a piece of my mind, young man, 'bout staying away for so long, but I'm just glad you're here. We've missed you something fierce."
A small chuckle escaped from Abel, who was still in something like a half nelson thanks to Gillian's tight hold on his neck. "That's not exactly true. I bet you that dad and grandma will throw a fit once they see me." As he spoke, Abel unwound Gillian's arms from him, giving his sister's shoulder a small squeeze as she smiled back at him.
Junior frowned at him now, waving a hand as if to dismiss the comment. "Don't go talking nonsense, they love you." For some reason, she'd never seemed to accept that her mother and husband hated one of her children.
"So I reckon when dad threw that pot at me that it was out of love." Abel muttered sarcastically, sliding his hands into his pockets and giving Junior a slight grin when she scowled.
"Oh, hush. Now come inside - we're just starting dinner, and you look like you could do with some fattening up." With that, his mother started into the house and Abel had no choice but to follow behind her and Gillian, his hands digging further into his pocket and his teeth biting down hard on his lower lip.
Here we go, Abel thought with a grimace, taking a deep breath, preparing for the storm that was going to reign down on him as soon as he stepped into that house.
So! I just saw "Brokeback Mountain" today, and loved it. This is my first fanfic for it, so...yeah, hope it's going to be good xD.
