Who: JR and Tommy Where: Sully house What: Brothers together again When: Late Saturday night/early Sunday morning Rating: Medium for language, could go to high depending on topics discussed but I have no idea yet Open: No (all the other good little Sullys ought to be asleep!) Status: Threaded scene, in progress
"Fuck." JR sat up in bed abruptly, chest heaving as if he'd just been running for his life and drenched in sweat. A glance at the clock by his bedside showed after 2AM, and he fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling bleakly. Another nightmare, fuck. He'd thought he'd gotten past it, hadn't had one in weeks, now they were back. Guadalcanal, Glochester, Peleliu, hell he'd even had nightmares about the goddamn sand crabs on Pavuvu.
It was probably just the stress of abruptly being tossed back on the Island and being surrounded by family again, and talking about his experiences with people who just wouldn't understand. The other combat vets on the island might, Uncle Jake, Gatsby, Aaron, but even they wouldn't really get it because they hadn't lived through the exact same experience. There had never been anything quite like it before or since. He just had to adapt to being a civilian again, no more war to fight or train others to fight. Pick up his guitar and make music again.
Suddenly needing a cigarette in the worst way, JR pulled on a pair of sweatpants and threw a hoody over his shirt before heading for the back door. His mother had forbidden smoking in the house and he would honor that rule. A few minutes later found him standing outside, and he soon had a cigarette between his lips, lighter flicking open to put flame to the rolled tobacco.