Home again

Luke grins and pulls Angel down in the chair next to him, giving her a kiss. “Yep, I did sleep well, thanks.” He locks his arms around her waist. “So….what are you plans for today?”

Clint ambles into the mess hall, his hair still wet from a shower, but he looks none-too awake. He groggily scans the room and finds Wendy, plopping down into a chair next to her. “Mornin’.”


Austin’s truck slowly pulls into the drive with its three passengers. A light rain falls, putting a damper on the weather, but not spirits. Parking near Jason’s bunk, they get out, Austin and Con each taking a side, and helping Jason up the porch steps. Requested to leave him alone, Austin and Con leave, parking in a better place, and heading into the mess hall.

They wave their greetings, and head for the coffee. “Jason’s in his bunk,” Austin announces to anyone who cares. “He’ll be up in a few minutes.”

Con rolls his eyes. “Stubborn brute didn’t want any more help from us than a point in the right direction.”


Jason slowly enters his bunk, barely able to bend his injured knee, and leaning on the wall and table for support. His eyes widen as he sees the welcome sign and the other things on the table. Grinning, he picks up the card, realizing everything is from Katie. He shakes his head and enjoys the scene for several moments before turning back around. Throwing on his denim jacket and a baseball cap, Jason grabs his crutches and heads back outside.
He makes his way slowly across the driveway, gritting his teeth against the pain that the movement creates.
Finally making it to the mess hall, he hobbles up the steps and knocks on the door, deciding it might be best to have some help with the door rather than make a fool of himself.