Each Other by Mary B

Word Count 420

His son sat bolt upright in bed. “No!”

“John, it’s okay…” He put a hand out to comfort him, but the frightened boy in the bed jerked away. “Johnny, it’s me. It’s Murdoch.”

The boy blinked and became a man as he recognized the figure beside him. “Murdoch?”

“Yes, son. It’s okay.”

Johnny sank back against the pillows and rubbed a hand wearily over his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s not a problem.” He looked at his son, sadness etched on his face. “Seemed like a bad one.”

“It’s over,” Johnny stated. “Sorry I woke you.”

“Do you want to…?”

“No.” He rubbed his face again. “What time is it?”

“Almost dawn.”

A sigh. “Okay. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Murdoch paused a moment more, then quietly went out and shut the door. He placed his hand on the wood and closed his eyes in grief. He occasionally had a bad dream. But nothing like the horrors that plagued both of his sons.

Last night it had been Scott, crying out for someone to hold their fire. Tonight it was Johnny apparently reliving someone’s violent death.

How could he help them? What more could he do? The had a home now. They were safe. They had security. And a future. And…

“Are you alright, Sir?”

Murdoch started at the voice, then turned to his oldest son. “I will be when my boys are.”

Scott looked at the door. “I imagine you got more sleep before we came.”

His father shook his head. “No, son. Just different things kept me up.” He put a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “I want to help. I want to fix these damn things.”

Scott gave him a small smile. “Mine are lessening with time. They were much worse in Boston. I think you are helping.” He nodded at the door again, and his brother beyond it. “His troubles are more recent. Maybe he just needs time.”

Murdoch ran a hand through his hair. “I wish there was something more…”

Scott’s smile was bigger now. “You gave us Lancer. And you gave us each other. I can’t think of anything more or better that you could do.” He stepped past his father to rap quietly on the door. At a mumbled, “C’min”, he disappeared into Johnny’s room.

Each other. ‘You gave us each other.’

Safety, a future. And each other. A dose of those things everyday just might do the trick.

With a hopeful smile, he went to his room to get ready for the day.

~ end ~


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2 thoughts on “Each Other by Mary B

  1. Love stories where the family is supportive of each other. Nice too how scott gave murdock the reassurance he needed.


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