Wow. Honestly, I didn't think that anyone was even interested in my idea, but I guess I was wrong. I don't really have anything really made for this concept, so updates may be slow. But now that I know that at least two people are interested, I'll try not to disappoint in making this idea I had into a story. I do plan on trying to include all the quotes from the previous chapter into this story eventually. By the way, this story will most likely be all from Skipper's perspective.
I hope that sijiji, Guest, and everyone else enjoys reading this first chapter!
Cold. I was so cold. And scared. I couldn't see, and I felt alone. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be alone or cold. Not with my brothers.
Where are my brothers? I want my brothers!
I put my arms around my small body. It ached and hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. What had happened? I didn't like this at all. I just wanted to go home.
Then I heard the footsteps. They were loud and heavy, and they were getting louder. My breath quickened and my heart raced. I didn't know who was coming, but it filled me with raw terror. The footsteps suddenly stopped. A loud bang echoed around me, and blinding light flowed in, outlining a person standing in the doorway. They took a heavy step forward, and I screamed.
I awoke with a gasp. I was lying in my bed in the HQ, and all was quiet. My paranoia was on high alert, but I could sense no real danger. I slumped back down into my bed, still tiered, for the clock on the bedside table read 3:11 a.m. It would still be another three hours before I got up, and another half hour before I woke up the rest of the team. I wanted to go back to sleep, but my gut was telling me something was wrong. Then it hit me.
What I had just experienced wasn't my own nightmare.
I heave a sigh, but got up either way, for I knew what I had to do. Over the years, being Bonded had many strange side effects. One of them was sharing dreams if we were experiencing strong emotions. I could still sense the fear coming from the Bond, and I had a good guess in where it was coming from. I quietly got out of my bed and made my way to the door and opened it, going out into the hallway. I knew that the bedroom to the right of mine was Private's. Across the hall, I could see in the dim light that Rico and Kowalski were also coming out of their rooms.
We silently nodded to each other in silent agreement, and I cracked open the door to the boy's room. We had all heard the scream in the air and resounding from the Bond, but we could now hear muffled sobbing coming from the bed in the middle of the room.
We all shuffled into our youngest brother's room. Even though he was fourteen now instead of five like he had been in the nightmare, I still went over to the bed and carefully lifted the whimpering child into my arms. As I did this, both Rico and Kowalski gathered blankets and pillows, laying them onto the floor. None of us spoke, for we had no need to. This was not the first time that this had happened.
I slowly lowered the boy into the makeshift nest that we had created. Though none of us were related by blood, and there was nearly a decade separating Private from us, we still were the closest thing that any of us had for family. So, as a family and a team, we all laid down in the nest with Private in the middle.
Though we were going to fall asleep in a pile, I knew that we would always wake up in the morning in the same positions as always. Private would stay in the middle, protected from anything that could harm him. Rico and Kowalski would be on either side of him, keeping him close and safe. And I would always end up in the front, my face towards the door, in the position of most danger. For no matter what, even in my sleep, I would protect those that I had claimed as my brothers with my life.
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