Chapter Thirteen: Home Safe
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'All right, so let me get this straight, you dreamt all that stuff, and then it happened,' Gordon said, still not being able to believe what he had been told.
'That's right,' Virgil confirmed, 'Scott had previews of Grandma's sewing machine, Alan's flu, and your trip into a hole in his sleep.'
'That explains a lot,' Gordon said, remembering in particular the night he had been woken up by Scott. The four brothers were sitting in Gordon's room whilst he was in bed, meant to be recuperating after his ordeal. He had suffered whiplash from the car accident, as well as smoke inhalation, and his father had insisted that he stay in bed for at least a couple of days.
'At least Giovanni was okay,' he said, 'poor kid was just being led on by his brother, but at least now he's free to make a fresh start.'
'Gordon, I'd just like to say I'm really sorry I yelled at you,' Scott said for what seemed to be the hundredth time since his brother had regained consciousness.
'If you say you're sorry one more time, I'll give you a real reason to be sorry,' Gordon said in a comically threatening voice.
'Sorry...' Scott said, before clapping his hand over his mouth, causing his brothers to erupt into laughter.
Jeff appeared in the doorway as the mirth died down. 'All right, boys, leave him to get some rest now,' he said, ever thankful that he was given the chance to see those wicked eyes and cheeky smile once again.
The boys began to leave, but after a quick word from his father, John remained behind. 'Dad has something for you,' he said, presenting Gordon with an envelope.
'Tsk, he's been my Dad for twenty years and he still gets my birthday wrong,' Gordon joked as he opened the envelope. Inside was a piece of paper with arrangement to stay at a hotel in Boston for the night of 21st May, in a week's time. The date cut Gordon like a knife.
'What's this for?' Gordon said hoarsely, his throat suddenly dry.
'Only Dad and I know about this, by the way,' John said. 'I remember that you told me you had a problem, and the last thing you said as that you got a letter, so I found it.'
'Sherlock Tracy, it seems,' Gordon said distractedly.
'Only when I'm given a clue,' John said, 'why didn't you say anything, Squirt?'
'I was going to tell you, when you came down from the Space Station,' Gordon said, 'But until then, I tried not to let it get to me, I mean, I haven't seen her for years. But it did.'
'I'd be worried if it didn't bother you. You've got all those memories of the years before you grew apart,' John said, squeezing Gordon's shoulder, 'You don't have to go if...'
'I'll go,' Gordon interrupted, 'She was a great friend, and I owe her that much.'
John nodded, and got up from the side of the bed that he had perched on, saying, 'I'll leave you to rest,' he said, heading for the door.
'Thanks, John,' Gordon said, glad to know that he could tell his brother anything.
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Scott was laying on the beach, the golden sun beaming down on him and the splashing of the sea in the background, in his pale-blue shorts and reflecting sunglasses. This is the life, he thought to himself, as he sighed in contentment.
He felt himself grow cooler as something blocked the sun. He opened his eyes to find a young woman of five-feet-nine standing over him, with irises of the ocean, and wavy hair the colour of the evening sun. She was dressed in an aqua-coloured string bikini, revealing well-tanned legs that seemed to go on forever.
'Excuse me,' she said in a voice as smooth as the surface of a mirror, 'could you tell me where they would sell drinks?'
'I'll do better than that, let me buy you one,' Scott said, getting up and escorting her to the nearby bar. They were sipping tropical drinks and making conversation when an alarm sounded.
'Oh, don't worry about that,' Scott said, looking up, as chaos reigned in the bar around them.
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The klaxon signalling an emergency sounded, abruptly drawing Scott from his sleep. As he ambled down the hallway he mumbled, 'Please come true... Please come true...'
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The End
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A/N: I'm not much on endings, as you've probably gathered from this, but I'm learning. Thanks to everyone who reviewed this, all feedback is appreciated. Have fun, everyone!
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'All right, so let me get this straight, you dreamt all that stuff, and then it happened,' Gordon said, still not being able to believe what he had been told.
'That's right,' Virgil confirmed, 'Scott had previews of Grandma's sewing machine, Alan's flu, and your trip into a hole in his sleep.'
'That explains a lot,' Gordon said, remembering in particular the night he had been woken up by Scott. The four brothers were sitting in Gordon's room whilst he was in bed, meant to be recuperating after his ordeal. He had suffered whiplash from the car accident, as well as smoke inhalation, and his father had insisted that he stay in bed for at least a couple of days.
'At least Giovanni was okay,' he said, 'poor kid was just being led on by his brother, but at least now he's free to make a fresh start.'
'Gordon, I'd just like to say I'm really sorry I yelled at you,' Scott said for what seemed to be the hundredth time since his brother had regained consciousness.
'If you say you're sorry one more time, I'll give you a real reason to be sorry,' Gordon said in a comically threatening voice.
'Sorry...' Scott said, before clapping his hand over his mouth, causing his brothers to erupt into laughter.
Jeff appeared in the doorway as the mirth died down. 'All right, boys, leave him to get some rest now,' he said, ever thankful that he was given the chance to see those wicked eyes and cheeky smile once again.
The boys began to leave, but after a quick word from his father, John remained behind. 'Dad has something for you,' he said, presenting Gordon with an envelope.
'Tsk, he's been my Dad for twenty years and he still gets my birthday wrong,' Gordon joked as he opened the envelope. Inside was a piece of paper with arrangement to stay at a hotel in Boston for the night of 21st May, in a week's time. The date cut Gordon like a knife.
'What's this for?' Gordon said hoarsely, his throat suddenly dry.
'Only Dad and I know about this, by the way,' John said. 'I remember that you told me you had a problem, and the last thing you said as that you got a letter, so I found it.'
'Sherlock Tracy, it seems,' Gordon said distractedly.
'Only when I'm given a clue,' John said, 'why didn't you say anything, Squirt?'
'I was going to tell you, when you came down from the Space Station,' Gordon said, 'But until then, I tried not to let it get to me, I mean, I haven't seen her for years. But it did.'
'I'd be worried if it didn't bother you. You've got all those memories of the years before you grew apart,' John said, squeezing Gordon's shoulder, 'You don't have to go if...'
'I'll go,' Gordon interrupted, 'She was a great friend, and I owe her that much.'
John nodded, and got up from the side of the bed that he had perched on, saying, 'I'll leave you to rest,' he said, heading for the door.
'Thanks, John,' Gordon said, glad to know that he could tell his brother anything.
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Scott was laying on the beach, the golden sun beaming down on him and the splashing of the sea in the background, in his pale-blue shorts and reflecting sunglasses. This is the life, he thought to himself, as he sighed in contentment.
He felt himself grow cooler as something blocked the sun. He opened his eyes to find a young woman of five-feet-nine standing over him, with irises of the ocean, and wavy hair the colour of the evening sun. She was dressed in an aqua-coloured string bikini, revealing well-tanned legs that seemed to go on forever.
'Excuse me,' she said in a voice as smooth as the surface of a mirror, 'could you tell me where they would sell drinks?'
'I'll do better than that, let me buy you one,' Scott said, getting up and escorting her to the nearby bar. They were sipping tropical drinks and making conversation when an alarm sounded.
'Oh, don't worry about that,' Scott said, looking up, as chaos reigned in the bar around them.
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The klaxon signalling an emergency sounded, abruptly drawing Scott from his sleep. As he ambled down the hallway he mumbled, 'Please come true... Please come true...'
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The End
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A/N: I'm not much on endings, as you've probably gathered from this, but I'm learning. Thanks to everyone who reviewed this, all feedback is appreciated. Have fun, everyone!