Chapter One: First Meetings
Webster sat near a window, writing in the journal his mother provided him about the journey he was currently making. With every stop they made more men got on and finding a place to sit was becoming more difficult every time. He heard the other men laugh and smoke when someone stopped near his bench, threw in his bag with his and sat down with a loud sigh.
Hearing a snort he looked up to greet the eyes of the newcomer. Something happened in those few seconds when their eyes met, he couldn't quite explain. He could see the other felt it too because whatever he was about to say, he swallowed his words. Webster was the first to recover when he saw the other guys mouth snap shut. He smiled and extended his hand;
"Webster"
Liebgott stared at the hand confused and mumbled a "Huh?"
"My name.Webster." Repeated Webster still holding out his hand. When the other guy didn't do or say anything he contemplated retracting his hand. Just when he was about to do just that, the other grabbed his hand and replied "Liebgott"
When their hands touched, they both felt electricity surging trough their veins, and they both snapped their hands back as if they burned themselves.
They didn't say much after that. Webster kept staring at his hand, while Liebgott rubbed his hand on his pants. A few minutes past wherein they stared at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking before Webster couldn't stand it anymore and opened his mouth.
"You Jewish?" Webster didn't feel more like an idiot then when he uttered those words. Liebgott's head snapped up and have him a look he couldn't quite describe. He could feel, due to the shifting the other was doing, this was a topic he didn't like discussing. Still, whether due to being nervous or something else entirely he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut. "I was just wondering, 'cause um Liebgott sounds kinda Jewish."
Webster would have kept on rambling if Liebgott didn't suddenly sit up, leaning in, saying "Yeah, I am. You got a fucking problem with that?"
Webster shook his head, why would he have a problem with that. "No, no problem. Just curious." Liebgott leaned in closer, making Webster swallow. He could see the little golden specks in Liebgott brown eyes as they stared into his. He didn't know what he was looking for but he seemed to have found it when he sat back with a grin before staring outside. Webster looked at Liebgott for a little while smiling before opening his journal and scribbling something.
After awhile the landscape started to bore Liebgott and he yawned. He really needed cigarette, searching his pockets he found a packet of camels and fished one out. Holding out his packet he was about to offer one to Webster when he noticed he was sleeping. Smirking Liebgott lit his smoke and put away the packet. Staring at Webster he got this strange feeling in his gut, same as when their eyes met the first time. Staring at his hand and then at Webster, his brow furrowed not understanding where this feeling was coming from. Shrugging, he blew it of as a passing thing.
He didn't know how long they'd been riding or how long he had been staring at Webster when some of the other guys started talking to him. Time passed more quickly and before he knew it the train came to a sudden stop and he found himself with a lap full of Webster.
Webster didn't know when he dropped of or how long he was been sleeping but when the train suddenly stopped he lost his balance and fell out of chair strait into Liebgott's arms. Still not quite awake and shocked due to the sudden stop, he buried his face in the other man's shoulder, smelling cigarette smoke, aftershave and something else that must be entirely Liebgott. A hand shaking his shoulder, followed by a worried sounding "Hey, you ok?" snapped him awake and he stumbled backwards into his seat stuttering, "Sorry…" Liebgott merely grinned at him and winked before putting out his cigarette.
Webster rubbed his face, seeing Liebgott lean down and pick up his journal that must have fallen when he did. Liebgott stared at the word 'Harvard' written on the front before presenting it back to him. "College boy huh?"
Webster didn't like his tone and grabbed his journal none too gently, "Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
Liebgott stared at him, lighting a new cigarette, muttering, "Nope." Before blowing the smoke in Webster's direction. Webster quirked one eyebrow before smiling, taking the cigarette Liebgott offered.
When a voice, interrupted their staring, Webster cleared his throat putting away his journal listening to the new voice.
"Alright, everyone of the train. Get in the groups you came here with and get onto your assigned busses. The bus will then take you to the camp, where you will be divided in groups. Then you will proceed to your medical check up…" annoyed groans filled the train, Webster shared a glance with Liebgott before turning back to the sergeant "….then each of you will be assigned a company and barrack. Dismissed."
Everyone glanced at each other before taking their bags and slowly leaving the train. Webster took a deep breath when he got of the train. When he felt a tap on his shoulder he turned around seeing Liebgott, smoking another cigarette holding out his hand. Webster smiled and shook it. "Maybe, I'll see ya later. Alright!"
Webster smiled and nodded "Sure" before watching Liebgott walk off, bag thrown over his shoulder; Webster quickly added a "Good luck!" Not turning around Liebgott waved his hand acknowledging he heard Webster before walking off.
Webster sighed, picked up his bag before meeting up with his group and headed towards camp.
AN: I don't know how they arrived there or wether some of them were on the same train or not. I blame this on my imagination.
Continued in Chapter 2: Training begins.
