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Frankie chuckled and stumbled back, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Can't a guy visit his family once in a while?"
Jessica pulled away from him and playfully scowled. "Don't give me that; it's been over thirty years, you show-off!" She scolded and punched his arm gently.
He just grinned and rolled his eyes at his older sister. "You seriously still remember the 'show-off' thing? You haven't called me that since we were kids."
Jessica giggled remembering why she even called her brother that in the first place. If her memory served her right, Martha or Walter made a remark about him showing off to the visitors and it just stuck. He was always known to be a little show-off in the family. As he grew older, he hated it, but that didn't stop him from exerting his talents in front of new people or pretty girls.
Jessica suddenly remembered her sleeping husband when he grunted in his sleep and rubbed his face. Of course, he was still out cold. She wasn't sure if he was even going to end up moving. She rolled her eyes at him and focused on her brother. "Seriously, what brings you here? Like I said, it's been thirty plus years and now you decide to visit?"
Frankie closed the door softly, for Roy's sake, and removed his cap. "Ever since you told me about Mom in our last phone call, I've been…worried about everyone. Before, I thought she'd come fighting out of this, but when you told me how serious it was getting…I'll admit, I got scared. David also mentioned visiting Dad when I get the chance….I don't know….Jess, I also came to ask you something. You and Michael, if he wanted or any of 'em." He finally explained almost guiltily, like a child admitting disobedience. He looked up at her through his eyelashes innocently and watched her response.
Jessica furrowed her brow and leaned back against the wall. "What?"
Frankie seemed hesitant about it as he wrung his hands and cap nervously. "Jessi, will you come with me to visit Dad? I…I just can't do it alone. It's been so long and…we didn't exactly leave off too well. You know how it is. I need you there with me this time." He asked innocently. She was honestly shocked by his question and the fact that he called her "Jessi". He hadn't referred to her as that since he was a toddler.
Jessica let out a deep breath and hid her face behind her hands, thinking this through. "Frankie, you know I can't just up and leave. I have Roy and-and Eli and Emma to think about. I can't just up and leave them for a couple of weeks. I also have Mom and Michael. I have Sierra this Tuesday also." She explained her busy schedule as it came to mind.
It was Frankie's turn to let out a breath. "Jess, stop. Roy's a grown man; he has been for a long time, trust me. Eli and Emma are adults now and starting their own lives. Emma's not even in the U.S. right now! I'm not trying to be mean, but Mom doesn't even know who you are. Please, don't take offense to that, I'm just trying to make a point. I know I can't say much 'cause I haven't been around, but you need to stop trying to fix everybody and their lives. You're too much like Mom. She tried so hard to make everything right herself and it stressed her out. It even made her sick once. I just…I just want you to relax for a little while. You told me the last time how much you wanted to see Dad. I'm giving you that chance; I'll pay for your ticket and your nights, wherever you choose. Jessi, please…Say yes." Frankie pressed on, taking a step towards her and placing his hands on her shoulders forcing her to look at him and pay attention to what he was saying.
Jessica sighed and gently pushed his hands off her shoulders. "No, Frankie, I can't take your money like that. I can't just leave Mom either. What if something happened to her while I was gone? Good or bad. I want to be here for her while I still can. So would Michael. Also, Eli and Emma depend on me! They're maintaining their own jobs and keeping up their grades in college –top of the class, even– and I help them out financially, that was our deal. It'd just be too complicated to move off. You know how Roy is, too. A tornado could blow right through the house and he'd still be in there snoring. I'm his alarm clock. I help him get up and I fix his breakfast and pack his lunch while he gets ready. He can't afford to be late for work and me leaving would risk that…Frankie, please, I just can't, okay?"
Frankie stepped away from her and crossed his arms. "Jess, this is what I'm talkin' about. You can't serve everyone."
Jessica ignored him and walked off into the living room and poked at her sleeping husband. Frankie realized that his mother and "adopted" grandparents were right; Jessica was just as stubborn as their father.
"Roy, c'mon, you don't need to be sleepin' on the couch again. I don't wanna deal with you complaining about it all day either." She said as she pulled on him and turned on the lamp beside him.
Roy stirred and grunted, swatting at her hand, until he realized that it was actually his wife and not something from his dream. Frankie watched as his brother-in-law rubbed the sleep from his eyes and searched the house for some kind of clock to tell him the time.
Jessica looked over at Frankie and grinned, excited to see Roy's reaction to his visit. She completely ignored the fact that they had just been arguing moments ago. Roy looked over at his wife and sleepily grinned, greeting her and pulled himself off the couch.
"Hey, hun. Thanks for wakin' me," he paused as he finally stood up and trudged towards his bedroom. He noticed someone else in the room and glanced over at him. There was a moment of subconscious remembrance and he waved at him lazily. "Oh, hey, Frankie."
Frankie just chuckled at him. "Hey, Roy."
Roy grinned and waved at him again and was nearing the doorframe when he suddenly stopped and spun back around on his heel. "Frankie? What the hell are you doing here, man?" He exclaimed, fully awake, and came over to briefly hug his neck.
Frankie chuckled again and hugged him back. "Came back to give your wife some hell, like usual. Figured it's been way too long since I've seen everybody." He answered him.
"Now, that's something worthy to take a trip for." Roy laughed as Jessica rolled her eyes and left the two to talk amongst themselves.
Roy offered Frankie a seat back on the couch even though he knew he needed to get to bed. "Okay, seriously, what's been going on? I haven't seen you since you were a teenager." He questioned and made himself comfortable on the couch.
Frankie sank back into the cushions and folded his hands behind his head. "Jess had been telling me about Mom's condition and I just felt like I needed to be here. I realized that it had been way too long since I've seen my parents and all my siblings. No telling how many nieces and nephews I have now." He answered. He was honestly excited now that he was here to see all his new, extended family. Jessica had briefed him about everything and everyone lately, but he wanted to meet them all himself.
Roy nodded as if he was answering some unspoken question. "Yeah, you and Jess got an army of family members. I had a big family, but there's no telling how many there are when you get them all together. Especially ours and Melody's bunch. That is, if we can get our remaining two out here. Eli has been so busy with his college work that he never even speaks with any other human being let alone family. Emma….I'm worried about her. Jess tries to act like there's nothing wrong, but I don't know. Sometimes, I think fathers are born with an extra sense when it comes to their little girls. Especially if they only have the one." Roy explained as sorrow danced around his words when it came to his daughter.
Frankie gulped and balled his hands into tight fists, knuckles turning white. He remembered his own father being suspicious of Melanie and Benjamin's marriage before they split. He went on and on that there was something going on in that household that she and his son-in-law were keeping from everyone. It first started with their daughter, Melody, pretty much running in fear when her parents, especially her father, came to pick her up from her grandparents. Then, his father was one hundred percent positive that something was happening when he saw Melanie try to cover a bruise on her arm. It was soon after that that Melanie announced their separation.
"I understand, but she's about nineteen now, right? I don't want her hurt, but she's an adult now. There's not much anyone can really do but Emaley herself." Frankie replied as he thought about his niece.
Roy sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just wish she'd come home. We're her parents; that's what we're here for! I…I just don't want to lose another of my kids. I can't take another funeral."
Frankie looked up at Roy from under his lashes. He hadn't been there for Micah and Matthew's funeral and it still disturbed him. He should've been there, especially for his sister. She was almost alone in it all as she and Roy dealt with it differently. He was sure that their siblings and even her other children were there, but he was the only one who seemed not to be there.
"Roy, if you don't come in here and get to bed I will find a way to drug you." Jessica interrupted as she returned to the two, now in her sleepwear.
They both turned to her and grinned. Roy said his good-bye, kissed his wife on the cheek, and stumbled off to bed. That left Jessica and Frankie alone again. "Where are you staying at?" Jessica asked as she leaned against the doorframe. She recalled that he hadn't brought a single bag with him to the door.
Frankie sighed and relaxed against the couch cushions. "I dunno, couch seems nice. Can see why Roy passes out all the time." He said with a wry smile, folding his hands behind his head.
Jessica grinned half-heartedly and rolled her eyes. "Well, good, 'cause that's where you're gonna sleep, unless you want one of the kids' old bedrooms. There're extra blankets and pillows in that closet over there." She pointed towards a closet door across the room in the hallway in a drowsy tone.
It was Frankie's turn to roll his eyes at his sibling as he sat up, ready to take off when he needed to. "Jess, I was kidding. I planned on staying at a motel or something for the night. It's fine."
"No, it's not. I'm not letting my brother stay in some cheap, last-minute motel. You're staying here; no more debates." She snapped back in a motherly, stern tone as Frankie readied himself to push up and off the couch.
Frankie looked up at his sister from his lashes and grinned almost mockingly. "You know, you ended up growing up to be more like Nanny Martha than you did Mom." He said jokingly as he lay back against the couch, deciding that he didn't have enough energy to fight with his sister for tonight.
Jessica chuckled. "She was a good woman, so I'll take that as a compliment. Now, shut your mouth and go to sleep."
Frankie rolled his eyes again and collapsed back on the couch cushions. Truthfully, he was hoping that his sister would allow him to stay at her house. He was too tired to roam about town and find a suitable motel. It was too much energy for one night.
Jessica rolled her eyes as she turned to join her husband in their room. She was tired from her daily stress and she was ready to call it a night.
"Oh, and Jess…"
Jessica turned back to her brother as he craned his neck and looked up at her. "Yeah?" She asked, getting a sense of déjà vu. There were so many times, when they were younger, that he stalled to keep sleep from taking over them both.
"I'll go if you go. Just remember that…" He said matter-of-factly as laid back against the couch and closed his eyes.
Jessica was momentarily confused and then remembered their negotiation. Jessica said nothing but sighed. Sometimes, she wondered why he had to make things so difficult! For now, she decided to forget about it and sleep her temporary frustration at her brother off. Yet, it did seem like a fair compromise.
"No, never mind. Sleep first, thinking later." She mumbled drowsily to herself as she threw back the sheets and comforter and collapsed beside her husband who was already snoring loudly on the other side of the bed.
January 21, 1968
Khe Sanh, Vietnam
Jesselynn Thorne, Justin Thorne, Roxanne Fischer, Alex Mason, Frank Woods, and Jason Hudson
"You hear that Alex came back with his handler or whatever he called him?" Roxanne asked as the light she was supporting glistened around her as she smiled at her friend.
Jesselynn looked over at her friend from under her glasses. One of the soldiers had broken his stitches over the night so she had spent nearly two hours cleaning his wound and stitching it all over again. It was a simple procedure, but it was a pet peeve of hers when someone tried to steer her from her work.
"Yes, Roxanne, I did, but it's not a surprise. People come back to the action all the time. Besides, what's going on with him is none of our business." Jesselynn said matter-of-factly as she observed her steady hand, and aimed to keep it that way, with sharp focus.
Roxanne arched a brow at her friend and blew wild strands from her face. "You know, you can be a real buzzkill sometimes?" She mused sarcastically as she leaned against the post supporting the light she was steadying.
Jesselynn's poker face was broken as a smile shattered her serious composure and laughed at her friend's witty statement. They were complete opposites, but somehow worked together perfectly. Normally, Jesselynn would ridicule anyone who joked about serious matters, but laughing along with Roxanne came easily. Sometimes, Jesselynn considered it a gift and a curse.
"Ding dong, the witch is dead!" Roxanne sang as she made Jesselynn laugh harder. Now, it was her time to start laughing when a little snort escaped from somewhere deep within Jesselynn.
It had been a very long, boring day for the two women since they were under full care of those in recovery and it seemed like everything and anything would send them into giggle fits. All day Roxanne would blurt random jokes or quotes and the next second they'd be doubled over in laughter.
As their laughter died down, Roxanne looked over at Jesselynn's desk and spotted an old, family photo on her desk. It was actually of her and Justin when they were much younger, but Roxanne figured it still counted as a family photo. Her smile faded from view as she thought about the two. They always seemed so happy together and got along so well, until recently. She listened to Justin murmur and complain for a straight two hours about Jesselynn, Marcus, and a combination of the two. Jesselynn refused to speak about it to anyone and all Justin wanted to do was talk about it.
Jesselynn still giggled a little and shook her head at their previous laughing fit as Roxanne looked up at her, completely serious. "You need to talk to him, Jess."
Jesselynn's smile immediately left her face the second Roxanne mentioned him. She knew exactly what and who she was talking about; she had been on her case for a week about it. She had thought that Roxanne had forgotten about it, but she was apparently wrong. "I thought we settled this, Roxanne. I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't need to be. I just wish he'd get over it." She said through a sigh; the last part more to herself.
Roxanne shifted her eyes and stared down at the young man –who Jesselynn was patching up. "Jess, you know you're my best friend and I love you like you're my own sister, but whatever is going on between you two needs to be settled. It's not some little, brother-sister disagreement. Whatever's going on between you two and this Marcus guy…it's gonna ruin your relationship with Justin. I don't like seeing y'all like this and I know you don't either. So, swallow your pride and talk to him." Roxanne commanded boldly as she brought her eyes back to Jesselynn.
Jesselynn was speechless as she chewed on the inside of her lip. She wanted to say something to prove her wrong and show her that everything was fine; that she was the overreacting to this, but she was speechless. She knew she was right, but that little voice in the back of her mind told her not to admit to it; not verbally, at least. She was right. She was pathetically gripping onto her pride when it came to this matter with Justin.
Jesselynn opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted before she could say anything when someone burst through the tent flap.
"Hey! Got another shipment here and need some extra muscles, ladies!"
Roxanne rolled her eyes at the man who hollered at them even though he knew he could spoke normally since they weren't that far away from each other. Roxanne despised the man and how much he thought he was superior over them and the other female medics in their unit.
"C'mon! Y'all deaf? Pronto, ladies!" He hollered impatiently as he stepped closer to them. The man crossed his arms as Roxanne growled at the man and gave up her position of manning the light. Roxanne bit back an insult as she watched him size her up from the corner of her eye.
"We heard you, Robbins! The whole, damn country heard you." She grumbled as she passed him, resisting the urge to "accidentally" bump into him. Robbins chuckled at her obvious disgust of him and averted his attention to the woman still working on her patient.
"You comin', sweetness?" He said suggestively as he approached Jesselynn. Dr. Robbins was known to be the flirt, but he only called Jesselynn by little pet names for one reason: to watch her tense up nervously in her obvious discomfort with him.
Jesselynn did just that as her grip on the needle tightened and she had a harder time than usual swallowing. "Yes, R-Robbins. Just give me some time to finish my job. I…I'll be right out." She whispered as she pulled her needle and thread through the skin of the injured man's stomach.
Robbins chuckled and waved her off. He considered her too boring to mess with and Jesselynn thought him to be too much like Marcus to tolerate. He might have been pulling an act on them, but he was too flirtatious and intimidating like Marcus had been to her. Jesselynn shook it off and focused on her work.
Justin leaned against a stack of crates as he carved his fingernails with the knife he always kept nearby. Normally, he'd be cheerful and finding something new to test his strength or his wits, but all he could think about was his family, Roxanne, the future, and how he could possibly combine them. He barely remembered his life outside of Jesselynn, Mr. and Mrs. Forrester, and Marcus.
He couldn't really remember his parents and the short life he had with them like Jesselynn said she did. He only had one memory of his mother and father, but he wasn't sure if that was even a real memory or just an old dream. Whatever it was, he treasured it and made a note to remember it daily out of fear of forgetting it forever. It was only thing, real or not, that he had of his old life and he never wanted to lose it.
In the memory and/or dream, it was pure peace. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of a song playing on an old record player and the occasional clinking of cups and plates and the running of water from a faucet. He could hear the occasional giggle and squeal from someone outside and a deeper-toned voice chuckle at the other's amusement. He figured it was Jesselynn and their father. The only thing he could really see was the room around him –he appeared to be laying on his tummy in what he figured was the living room. It took him a moment to realize that the faint gurgle and cooing he heard came from him. He must've been no older than a year.
His memory of the room was clouded and he couldn't comprehend the blurry images the memory gave him. He did know that something upset him. Perhaps it was the coarse blanket rubbing against his delicate skin, the shrill screams that exploded from his sister's mouth outside, or possibly the fact that he was alone and didn't feel like moving to get to Mommy. A sharp wail pierced the silence of the room as running water suddenly shut off and was replaced with shuffling feet.
His crocodile tears blurred his vision until he felt two soft hands carefully gather him in their arms and lifted him from the uncomfortable ground. He sniffled as a woman's voice spoke soothingly to him and a pair of equally soft lips pressed against his temple. A pudgy hand reached up to grab at his mother's chin as he looked up at her.
A melodious giggle chased away all the fears as his mother hugged him tight against her chest. "See, everything's alright. Mommy's here." She promised as she bent down and wrapped the blanket around his tiny body.
His mother knew that she had loads of housework to do, but she decided to procrastinate for a little while and cuddle her baby while slowly rocking him in the rocking chair that her husband had made years ago when they were expecting their first child. Baby Justin snuggled against his mother and relished in the short time of joy and contentment with his mother.
After that, Justin would find himself in the same old base in Vietnam. His heart ached for the peaceful environment he had currently been in, but he somehow managed himself to snap out of it and remember why he was there in the first place. He still wasn't sure if it was an exact memory or a dream made from a boy's homesick wishes.
Either way, Justin knew he couldn't dwell in it for long. He had heard about the situation with the Viet Cong for weeks now and knew that something big was on its way. He was, honestly, scared of what they were going to be faced with, but he also felt confident. He had trained for years for this. He knew all the steps and what it took. He even learned more from his commanders at base. He felt he was ready, but he still worried what the future would hold.
"Thorne! Will ya quit manicurin' yourself and get your ass over here?"
Justin was forced from his daydreaming as he immediately shoved his knife away and took off into a sprint. He was informed that he was going to be meeting with Woods, Mason, and his handler. Well, more like driving them from their meeting point. He knew that he wasn't really involved in whatever they were planning, but he enjoyed the fact that he was able to eavesdrop. He told no one of this, though.
The man who had been hollering at him chuckled as he went by and patted him on the back. Justin felt bad for never knowing his name even though he seemed to know all about him. They had never really sat down and had a friendly conversation before, but that's not uncommon. He barely knew half the people there. He only knew those of his squad and his commanders.
He pushed that out of his mind as he drove to Woods and Mason's meeting place. Thankfully, it wasn't too far away. He really didn't feel like being left alone to his thoughts, for they were too many and too heavy a burden for him right now. He needed to focus on the fight at hand instead of family and personal matters. That could be saved for another day.
As Justin slipped in smoothly beside the men, Woods looked over and chuckled at who had arrived. All three of them exchanged a glance and made their way to the vehicle.
"So, you're our chauffeur, huh? They figure you ain't got nothin' else good to do?" Woods chuckled as he climbed into the seat beside him. Mason chuckled warmly and patted Justin on the back as his greeting while his handler, Hudson, sat silently and listened to the two.
"Yup, here to watch over your hot date, Sergeant." Justin teased as Woods gave him a brotherly smack on the back of the head.
"I've already briefed Mason broadly about the situation." Hudson interrupted the two in his deep, business-as-usual tone. Thorne glanced back and immediately caught side of the man's shades that covered his eyes from everyone. He arched a brow and shifted his eyes to the road. He sarcastically wondered if his face would break with any human emotions.
Woods glanced over at Justin and displayed his obvious annoyance of the man and rolled his eyes. Justin chuckled as he started the Jeep and went on their way. Woods didn't play too nice with authority.
"Well, then let me fill in the blanks for you," Woods paused as he averted his eyes and focused on Mason. He'd much rather talk to Mason then have to face Mr. Shades back there. "Back in '64, the CIA gave up control of Covert operations in Southeast Asia; handed it over to the US Military." He paused again as he glanced around the base and Justin who was obviously eavesdropping. Woods knew it because Justin hadn't mastered the art of poker face.
"From that, MACV-SOG was born. Now, aside from being a base for the Marine Corps, Khe Sanh is also our launching port for all cross-border activities." He paused again as Justin turned onto the airplane runway and copied Woods' words in his head. He had to admit to memorizing history. He really needed something better to do around here.
"Mostly Laos and Cambodia…" Woods arched a brow when he saw Justin's lips moving, mimicking his words. Sometimes, Woods wondered if the kid was…special. "Justin, what are the missions?" He said smacking the back of his head again to interrupt his wordless lips and force him into the conversation.
Justin's skin burned with embarrassment that he had been caught, but he gulped that back and answered his commander. "Missions are S&D, Sabotage, Black Propaganda, Strategic Recon, POW Rescue…" He listed off as though he was reading from a book.
"Clear the runway! Clear the runway!" A US Marine shouted, interrupting Justin's train of thought.
Woods grinned at the boy and glanced over at Mason. The same thought popped into their head; he was turning into his sister. Which Mason and Woods both thought was a bad thing. Woods chuckled at him and said, "You know, usual shit."
Justin grinned at Woods completion of his sentence. That moment of humor was cut-off suddenly when the wing of a C-130 –that had just exploded right in front of them— flew towards them.
Justin panicked and stared at the wing rapidly approaching them as Woods took initiative for them both. Woods smacked the back of his head for a third time and forced him to duck. Justin cursed himself when he suddenly felt a body lurch behind him and force command over the steering wheel.
Mason leaned over the seat and Justin and grabbed the steering wheel, hurling them from the disastrous wreck in front of them. The force of the turn and the resistance from the Jeep were against them as they were all flung from their seats and crashed into the hard-packed mud underneath them.
Justin wailed in pain for a split second as his body rolled and crashed into a pillar of crates –the same kind he had been leaning on just moments ago. Mason shook off his fall and immediately ran to Hudson's side –who was lying sprawled across the dirt. Woods sprinted off ahead of them, not bothering to check up on Justin, as Mason took on the burden of carrying Hudson to safety.
Justin verbally cursed himself this time and forced himself to his feet. What was he doing laying around moaning in pain that was already dismissing while everyone around him was on full alert? He should be in action minutes ago with the others, but he was lying on the job and watching everyone else take command of the situation at hand.
Justin grabbed a gun that had been knocked out of a fallen comrade's hand and sprang into action. He chased after Mason and Woods. At the same time, he wondered about Roxanne and his sister. Where were they at this time? Khe Sanh was brutally attacked by NVA soldiers and he had no idea if his family, one by blood and the other by heart, was even alive.
"No, knock it off, Private. You've got bigger things to worry about than your sister and you-wanna-be girlfriend! Woods needs you and Mason needs you! Hell, everyone needs you right now! Get your ass in action!" He ordered himself as he jumped down in the ditch where Woods and Mason had disappeared from his sight in.
Justin lived off his mental command as he joined in the fight. All the while, he couldn't help but think how his gut was right. The NVA soldiers had attacked and things were getting serious. He had been feeling this attack would happen for weeks now and it actually had. He wasn't the only one thought, numerous men all bet on the day of this attack. His gut had told him that something big and life-changing was going to happen today.
He hated it, sometimes, when his gut was right.
Okay, now the chapter's over! I really do hope you guys liked it! I'm a little nervous, actually, of what I'll end up writing for the rest of the story. I know what I want, but I get nervous easily. I'm scared of ruining it :P
Please, everyone, review and make me a little less nervous! Constructive criticism or any kind of help would definitely be appreciated!
So, I think I have a CQ for you this time. I hope to see something from you! :D
Creative Question: What do you think will happen in Justin's future? He's obviously nervous about fighting. How do you think he will mature and grow in this? Will this benefit or ruin the relationships he has with Jesselynn and Roxanne? Basically, what do you think will happen to Justin during this story?