FIC: American hero, Part 4 (Colby, OFC, various OMCs, PG-13)
Title: American hero, Part 4
Characters: Colby, OFC, various OMCs.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: GEN.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Colby doesn't understand the family men at all.
Written for: savecolby 's September Challenge (Colby's birthday) and numb3rs100 , prompt #140 - Generations.
Beta: The adorable mitfordgal.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
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Why wasn’t his father there? He had said he’d come today. But it was Colby’s twelfth birthday and once again, he was seated at the front door, beside his little brother Sean, waiting for Captain Granger to come home.
He rubbed his palms, trying to calm down; in a moment he even closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, he would find his father, smiling and waiting for his son to pull him into a hug. But, of course, nothing remotely like that happened - it was a silly dream.
The familiar Idaho roads were open; open, yet empty.
Damn army; damn wars. Damn people who didn’t let his father visit his family on his son’s special day.
Colby would never do that. He’d never let his children spend their birthdays without him. It just wasn’t fair.
He had never understood why so many generations of Grangers had chosen that path. Fighting for the country sounded very nice, like his grandfather always said - but what about the things soldiers missed? What about the people who wondered every single minute if their loved ones were still alive?
From Colby’s view, it seemed that when it came to duty, no man in the family dared to break the circle of lonely kids and wives.
Colby sighed when his mother leaned on the doorframe and watched the still empty roads. He hated to see that sad, worried expression on her beautiful face.
Even if she had tried to hide it for years, Colby knew that she always cried on his birthday because her children spent hours waiting for someone who wasn’t going to come.
Angry, the boy wondered why everything had to be like this. He’d never understand why people got involved in wars.
Or that’s what he thought back then.
Characters: Colby, OFC, various OMCs.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: GEN.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Colby doesn't understand the family men at all.
Written for: savecolby 's September Challenge (Colby's birthday) and numb3rs100 , prompt #140 - Generations.
Beta: The adorable mitfordgal.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
American hero
Part 4
Why wasn’t his father there? He had said he’d come today. But it was Colby’s twelfth birthday and once again, he was seated at the front door, beside his little brother Sean, waiting for Captain Granger to come home.
He rubbed his palms, trying to calm down; in a moment he even closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, he would find his father, smiling and waiting for his son to pull him into a hug. But, of course, nothing remotely like that happened - it was a silly dream.
The familiar Idaho roads were open; open, yet empty.
Damn army; damn wars. Damn people who didn’t let his father visit his family on his son’s special day.
Colby would never do that. He’d never let his children spend their birthdays without him. It just wasn’t fair.
He had never understood why so many generations of Grangers had chosen that path. Fighting for the country sounded very nice, like his grandfather always said - but what about the things soldiers missed? What about the people who wondered every single minute if their loved ones were still alive?
From Colby’s view, it seemed that when it came to duty, no man in the family dared to break the circle of lonely kids and wives.
Colby sighed when his mother leaned on the doorframe and watched the still empty roads. He hated to see that sad, worried expression on her beautiful face.
Even if she had tried to hide it for years, Colby knew that she always cried on his birthday because her children spent hours waiting for someone who wasn’t going to come.
Angry, the boy wondered why everything had to be like this. He’d never understand why people got involved in wars.
Or that’s what he thought back then.