We Will Make It Though This
Chapter 6: Coming Home
Pairing: Nick/ Luke
Rating: PG-13
The night was restless, Luke could hardly get a wink of sleep. Ever time he closed his eyes, he could Nick in pain, broken. Even if Nick was fine now, that was all he could see. Somewhere during the night Nick slipped and his head rested on Luke's shoulder. Luke was startled by it, but was grateful. Nick was fine, Luke just had to tell himself that. Luke rested his hand on Nick's hand. It was silly but that little bit of comfort, lure him to sleep.
The mourning came and they were greeted with a down pour. The rain kept them asleep until the late afternoon. But their day had to start someday, so Luke finally was able to coax Nick to get up. The rain was pouring lightly, but even so the ground was muddy. Nick just simply wanted to go back to sleep and try again the next day. But Luke kept it up, even going so far as to threaten to drag Nick though the mud, which worked better than coaxing him. The walk was silent, since the car was beyond repair, they had to. Which was far from great, since it was his car. His baby! Then the one time Nick drives it he crashes it! It was his own fault for letting him drive in the first place. Nick promise that he and Pete will fix it. But Luke knew the truth. It would be Pete doing all the work in the end, after the two of them fight about it all day. That's how it always was and that's how it always will be. He was guessing that Nick wouldn't be much use with a broken arm. In fact, with this whole situation Nick would be saver indoors until he healed. The streets were empty, besides the occasion zombie here and there, which they switched their pathway. It was a nice change of pace every so often, almost felt like a game, if the reality of it all wasn't so grave. Luke hopped up over a wooden fence and then it was Nick's turn. He was never one for physical activities and a broken arm didn't make things any better. Luke had to pull Nick over the obstacles, but they managed.
They were getting closer to Nick's home, at least Nick would be safe. Luke will have to see his family tomorrow. "Hey! How are you doing back there?" Luke turned and look at Nick, who seemed to struggle the longer they walked. "For the 100th million time. I'm fine. Just my legs want to gave out on me. Do we have any water left?" Luke handed over the last water bottle they had. Nick wasted no time in drinking it all down in one big gulp. "Well good news, Princess." Luke smirked as Nick rolled his eyes, looking all irritated. "We are not that far away." "Yeah noticed. Not going to lie looking forward to my bed." "Aren't we all?" Luke nudged Nick along. They kept a good pace, Nick had a skip to his step as they got closer. A warm meal and bed helps. Time slipped by and they arrive to the small two story cottage, that was Nick's home. Nick hurried inside and the first to greet him was a gun. Nick stepped back, his good arm in the air. Luke hurried after him. The gun shifted towards him. "What the hell are you boys doing rushing inside a place without knocking first?" "Tony!" Pete took the gun away from him. "I swear it was a terrible idea to give you a gun. You're going to shot someone." "Son!" Rebecka ran forward and embraced Nick. "What happened to my baby?" She lend him into the kitchen, his father follow them. Pete waved Luke into the dining room. "So Luke, it's great to see you boys finally and in one piece. Tony was filling her head with these ideas that her son was dead. She broke down and begin to cry, saying that her baby was hurt and dieing without anyone to help him. Remind her about you and it calmed her down. So umm what happened out there?" "We crashed…well he crashed. I did the best I could do in patching him up. He should be fine now that he's home, safe and sound." Pete nodded as he rested his hand on Luke's shoulder. "Thanks for taking care of him. I know he can be a handful." "Oh no! He was more than fine." Luke and Pete headed into the kitchen as Rebecka fusing over her son, holding his head tightly to her chest.
"My baby!" "Beck! You're suffocating him." Pete called into the room. She let go of him, Nick began to cough, failing about. "She's always baby him." Tony was flipping though the paper. "He needs to grow up." Nick glared at him and then push his way in between Luke and Pete. "I will reheat dinner for you boys in a little bit." "Thanks Mrs. Stephans." Luke called out as he follows after Nick.