They must have talked all night, simply lying there in the car listening to the sound of the wind blowing the snow outside their makeshift shelter. They had just talked about anything and everything that came to their minds. They just opened up, why hold back? It was as if they needed to learn about the person lying beside them. As if by their physical contact they also had to form a mental and emotional one to survive.
Nick had talked about his home in England, of his family and eventual dreams to go home. Hopes and dreams were something he seldom confessed, but he found he could just say them; Jeff wasn't going to judge him for them, or hold them against him. In fact Jeff followed by sharing his own dreams.
"I want a nice town house," he confessed as he brushed away a piece of lint that had fallen onto Nick's cheek, "I don't want to live out in the country anymore, I want to be downtown, where the life is." He sighed, "I know it's not as exotic as living in another country..."
"England isn't exactly exotic," Nick admitted a little flushed, "it's dirty and grimy in places, and there are so many people. But when you are up on the downs early in the morning it's beautiful."
Jeff nodded as he rolled over to look at the dashboard clock, "Hey its six already" he chuckled.
Nick sat upright, adjusting the blanket so he wouldn't be cold, "What do we do now?"
Jeff reluctantly sat up beside Nick, claiming back half the covers and pressing up against his companion for warmth, "I guess we should see if it's still snowing outside. If it isn't we should try to get help."
Nick reached into the front of the car and picked up his clothes, still damp, but nothing that wouldn't dry with a little body heat. He sat back down with them in his lap. "I didn't say thank you for last night."
Jeff looked at him for a moment, just watching him, and then he spoke, "Its no problem, thanks for waking up, you actually managed to scare me for a while when you fell asleep." He threw an arm up and around Nick one last time and drew him close.
Nick relaxed in the embrace, after a night of being intimate by circumstance he too was reluctant to let go. It had been an emotional night, and there was something about sharing a struggle for survival with another human being that made you close to them. He just sat there, breathing in that now all too familiar scent of cologne and skin.
"Alright then," he said as he gave Nick a friendly pat on the shoulder and released the hug, "time to get dressed." He reached into the front for his own clothes and began to pull them on. "If we're lucky we should be able to reach one of those farm houses we passed earlier last night."
Nick nodded as he did up his shirt, "Going to be a bit of a hike."
Jeff smiled as he tossed Nick his jacket, "Here wear that again, I'm going to..." he produced a small pocket-knife and began to cut a hole in the blanket; moments later he donned it like a poncho. "Not exactly Don Quixote but it should keep me warm."
Nick couldn't help but smile; Jeff was adorable. Wait, adorable? Where did that come from?
Jeff stared down at himself and grinned lopsidedly, "Well that's it, its official, I look stupid."
Nick tugged on his shoes and bit down on his lip trying his hardest not to laugh. "How do we get out if the car is snowed under?" he asked.
Jeff slipped into the front seat and tried the passenger side door. After putting his full weight into it he managed to get it to open, a few more tries and he was able to step out into the cold January morning.
Nick slipped out behind him and stared around at the white landscape. Snow clung to everything, smothering the world beneath it and it took Nick a moment to figure out exactly what had happened the night before.
The car had somehow managed to leap an embankment and leave the road only to end up in a field. As Jeff struggled down the embankment he pointed to the snowdrift they had hit.
"We must have hit that like a ski-jump." He struggled down onto the road, and examined the freshly ploughed and salted road.
Nick struggled down behind, jumping over a snow bank and sliding to a halt beside Jeff. "How come we didn't hear the plow go by?" he asked looking about him, pulling Jeff's jacket closer about his lean frame.
Jeff narrowed his eyes as he stared up the road, "The snow must have muffled it, or we were too far away from the road." He glanced behind him at the trail of devastation that led to a mound of snow with an all too familiar Mustang logo sticking out of it on a battered fender.
Nick swallowed, how had they survived? From where he stood it looked hopeless. He felt himself begin to shiver again.
"We can't stay here." Jeff said as he turned and placed a hand on Nick's shoulder, "there has to be a house or something close by."
They trudged along the road for a good half hour before they were spotted. A passing elderly couple in a station wagon stopped while Jeff flagged them down. A quick explanation saw the pair loaded into the back and driven to the nearest R.C.M.P. station. While the police officer on duty phoned their parents, the assistant passed them cup after cup of warm coffee and she checked them both over for injuries.
Jeff's mother Micheline arrived first, the short spitfire of a woman burst through the doors of the station - firing question after question at the Policeman in rapid succession. It was hard to tell if she was speaking French or English, but only after she caught sight of Jeff and had a hold of him was she capable of holding a conversation.
Jeff explained to her about the accident, and Nick noticed he chose not to mention the details of their night huddled in the car. Some things didn't need to be said, and Nick was in total agreement about that. He watched her tearful examination of her son for any injuries, and of her obvious relief at finding none.
Nick's dad's arrival was a lot more sedate. He marched through the doors with a bearing that only his years in the army had bred in him. A cold assessment told him everything he needed to know about the situation, and he addressed the Officer on duty as if he were addressing a man under his command. Every question was precise, clipped. The Major asking his troops for a report. When he had concluded his debriefing he finally moved across to look down at his son.
"Are you alright?" he asked, studying his son's dishevelled appearance and borrowed jacket. Even at that moment there was no familiarity permitted, there was no warmth.
Nick nodded silently somewhat disappointed, he had hoped his dad would a least show a little sympathy, or something. You simply didn't admit weakness to the major. To do so would garner a look of disgust that Nick had grown up to fear. He simply stood up and set his mug of coffee aside. "I'm fine sir."
The Major only nodded, considering him a moment before he looked over at Jeff and his mother, he didn't say a word as he turned and marched back to the Police officer to find out if Nick was permitted to leave. Micheline followed him with her eyes, before she looked at Nick again. She patted Jeff on the cheek and then joined Nick's father at the counter.
Nick began to take off Jeff's jacket to hand it back to him, but Jeff simply shook his head, "Give it back to me at school." He reached out one final time to touch Nick's shoulder, "I'm glad you're okay."
Nick nodded, "Thank you, for everything."
Jeff just smiled warmly, "See ya' Duval."
Nick half smiled in return.
The drive home passed in near silence, the Bronco bouncing along the freshly ploughed roads as his father drove confidently towards the farmhouse. Nick sat still huddled in Jeff's jacket still aware of the smell of cologne and sweat that hung to it. Memories of his experience still fresh in his mind while he struggled to find a meaning to it.
Why had Jeff been so nice to him throughout the whole time? Why had Jeff even stopped to offer him a lift home? How did Jeff even know his name? And most importantly: How will Jeff act when they get back to school?
When the Bronco turned into the drive his father pulled to a stop and looked at his son, "Why were you in a car last night, and where is your jacket?"
Nick glanced up at his father and shrugged, "I missed my bus, Jeff offered to give me a lift home, we hit a snowdrift and lost control. The reason I was late was because someone stole my jacket."
"You were being picked on." The Major rolled the words out with a vehemence that spoke of his disgust.
Nick shook his head, "They had no way of knowing whose locker they broke into, I tried to report it but everyone had already left. So I decided to walk to Aunt Leanne's."
The Major considered this for a moment, "You were walking in a storm without a coat on?"
Nick shrugged, "I figured it was only a short walk to Leanne's and from there I would be fine."
His father flipped open the door and got out of the truck, slamming it closed as Nick got out the other side. He studied his son again, "You're lucky that other boy came along when he did." Nick nodded silently as his father continued, "Its probably a good thing you have a friend like him, you could learn something about responsibility." He stepped into the kitchen and pulled off his boots, already crossing to the coffee pot.
Nick followed him inside, shrugging off the jacket, "Your right, I probably could, he's the Captain of the Hockey team."
The Major snorted as he poured himself a cup of the strong coffee he always seemed to have on hand, "Hockey," he returned to the kitchen table and sat down, "I suppose its better than nothing, go get showered and changed and report back here, your mother will make breakfast soon."
Nick's stomach tightened; as if that woman was his mother, she hated him, but Nick remained silent. He knew better then to argue with the Major. Nick inclined his head and slipped away. He was thankful to be away for a short period of time his father was in a strange mood, and Nick was glad to finally have a chance to get cleaned up.
Refreshed and changed he returned to the kitchen and the chaos that reigned there. Jackie was already rattling pots, smoking heavily as she angrily slammed a heavy pot onto the range. He could sense her hostility as he sat down at the table. She was obviously angered at being awoken so early in the day just to make Nick breakfast. He decided it best to simply stay out of her way that morning.
Lucy burbled at him, happily looking up from her high chair as she played with her spoon. He smiled down at her and, when no one was looking gave her a wink. She burbled again and beamed at him, reaching out to take his finger.
"Nicky" she burbled again.
"Leave her alone." Jackie commented as she threw some oats into the pot of boiling water. It was oatmeal again, the true breakfast of champions. His stomach constricted inside, but he said nothing and returned to looking at Lucy.
She was beautiful to him, the only thing about that house that had any life left. She was only his half sister, and the reason he felt as though he didn't belong there. But that wasn't her fault, she was completely innocent and totally deserving of his attention. In fact he felt closer to her than with his father or his wife Jackie. And in a way she was closer to him than she was to either of them.
'Nicky' had been her first word. Much to Jackie's annoyance, something he hadn't deliberately taught her either, it had just happened and when it had come time for her to take her first hesitant steps. They had been towards him, away from her mother. It only seemed to reinforce the resentment Jackie felt towards him, she did her best to limit their time together, but there was always Sunday nights, when she went with the Major to the legion. On those nights Nick was left to care for Lucy, and he craved those nights, when he would simply sit on the edge of her bed reading her story after story. In a way he was able to give her some of the attention he had never had.
"I said leave her alone." Jackie stated forcefully as she slammed the steaming bowl of porridge oats down in front of him.
He hid his shallow smile as he set into the vile concoction, stirring it about as he stared out of the window at the cold day beyond.
I wasn't going to put this up till tomorrow but it's going to take a little longer then usual to get up the next chapter as it hasn't already been pre-written like the previous chapters. Also, my beta is going on holiday so your going to have to bare with me if I make any major mistakes; I apologize in advance for that.
As usual I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review! x