Title: Waking up (cuz that's ORIGINAL)
Pairing: Kinda sorta Snafu/Sledge
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING but the words. And oh jeez, I mean no disrespect to the real men. I can't stress that enough.
Warnings: Maybe for the ending of the Pacific but not that much really. Oh and I whipped this up real fast and I'm crazy rusty, so I really do apologize for any and all mistakes in grammar, spelling, or anything else. I'm also really sorry if it's out of character and for the uber short length.
Summery: Just Snafu's thoughts on the train and a change at the end.
Oh and I dunno if I should continue this or not. Any thoughts?
WakingUp
Ever since Burgin had left, Snafu hadn't been able to meet Gene's eyes. He knew that there were questions in them, ones that Merriell couldn't answer because he wouldn't do that to Eugene. He refused to say those words, to ask, no beg, the other to not leave him, to come stay a spell in New Orleans or to allow him to join him in Mobile. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to look up, to simply match the man before him in the eyes, to just have at least that much courage, but no, he wouldn't do that because Gene knew just how to read him and would know everything Snafu was thinking. He also knew, was absolutely positive, that if Eugene even thought that he wanted him to stay in the least bit, he would gladly do so, and Snafu wouldn't let that happen.
No, Eugene wasn't his to take. Gene was far from innocent, the damned war had made sure to tear that from him as soon as possible but he was still the quiet Alabama boy that had shown up in his bunk so many nights ago. He still held a bible close to his breast, and his hands were still just as gentle. He could smile earnestly up at all of them and laugh with such soul that had left every other man of war. Eugene was still so alive and so absolutely pure. He could move on from all this, he was strong enough and courageous enough, which only brought to light just how broken Merriell was.
As Snafu watched the other sleep, he knew that he would be part of Eugene's nightmares. All he could ever be to this man, was a reminder . He could never remain by the others side, despite how Snafu knew that he needed Gene. He was going disappear to save Eugene, the man who had saved Merriel from the rain and screams when they had hidden away in distant lands. But now they were in New Orleans, and it was time for Snafu to return the favor. It was time to remain silent and fade into the many nameless faces be they smeared with blood or simply indifferent passengers.
He won't look back, he knows if he does, he won't be able to escape. Instead, Snafu forces himself onward with the dead march that the military had instilled in his bones. When, he reaches the door and glances out onto the platform, he remembers it all. He see's the smoke billowing, hears piercing shrieks, smells the putrid decay, feels the gritty filth, tastes the bile in his throat. The war may be gone, but all this, has remained as constant as his heart beat. When he steps from the train, he'll lose his only chance to escape. Still, that's not much to sacrifice to give Eugene a chance, so Snafu takes the final step off the train.
Yet his foot doesn't hit the ground and instead he's pulled back by a firm hand on his wrist. And when he meets dark brown eyes, he doesn't know what to do but say, "Hello Sledgehamma.