Everyone knew that first day on the job feeling, you either had a good one or a bad one - for some it was welcome and for others it wasn't - either way, you had to bottle it up and move in if you stood any chance of making it through the day.
Any job, didn't matter if it was your first ever job or your second or third - you kinda still get that feeling ... anticipation.
5am and Greg had given up on getting any more sleep, he'd gone to bed at a decent hour knowing that he'd not get much sleep and he had been right. Despite it having been a year since Faber and his acts of terror Greg struggled with things like sleep and pain - and though he wouldn't admit it, he was a little nervous about working again.
Getting up Greg had begun to get ready, he was going to wear his SRU uniform - something he knew would be appropriate for his first day, plus it still fit - surprisingly.
Having already showered he only needed to put his uniform on, he stared at the familiar black khakis and T-shirt that he had pulled on before reaching for the shirt, his shirt that hung, neatly pressed - on the cupboard door.
As he buttoned his shirt he couldn't help but be lost in the memories that flooded his mind, but he knew he had to let them pass through.
"Dad?" there was a tap at the door and it opened, Greg turned to see Dean, still in his pyjamas poke his head around the door "What you doing up?" he asked surprised as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
For a moment Dean stopped what he was about to say, surprised to see his dad in the uniform and Greg caught the look that crossed his features "Dean?"
Shaking his head he forced a smile "Nothing dad, just surprised" a beat he sat himself on the bed and stared up at Greg thoughtfully "Was up ages ago, couldn't sleep" he gave a smirk "Could hear you talking to yourself too" he teased, Greg just shook his head. Dean smirked and studied his father "Been a while" he said gesturing to the uniform.
"Yeah. yeah it has" Greg agreed sitting beside Dean and patting his shoulder "Are you checking up on me?" he asked and Dean grinned "No, figured you'd like a bit of company to the academy"
Greg couldn't deny his son that "That'd be nice" he said gently, he wasn't going to hurt his feelings - Dean and Greg had both been working up to this day for a long time, together - the least Greg could do in return was to allow his son to be with him "You better get ready then" he added
"Sure, I'll uh, meet you downstairs" Dean stood and as he moved back to the door he turned to look at his dad for a moment "I'm proud of you dad" he said quietly before making a swift exit, leaving Greg to slightly well up.
The year had been spent on recovery, recuperation, relationships - and planning...
Part 2 coming soon