Solovey {COMPLETED}

Part 8

Quantico, 2024.

I sat in the meeting room, the voices of the arguing sergeants boring me out.

˝What do you say Captain Winchester?˝ One of them turns to me.

I wasn't listening to you and I have no intentions of joining your silly little fights.˝ I said leaning back in my chair.

˝I have to agree. Decorations for the ceremony do not need to be discussed. Now, if you would leave, I would be very thankful.˝ As the general said, they all got up saluted and left.

We sat in silence, until i decided to talk.

˝General, I wanted to ask you something.˝ I said, looking down on my hands.

˝Anything.˝ He said with a smile.

˝Is the time machine still working?˝ I quietly asked.

˝Yes, it is. Why are you asking?˝ He turned towards me.

˝You know... Listen, I'm tired. Tired of this world.˝ I said truthfully.
˝I want to go back.˝

˝You miss him, don't you?˝ He asked. I nodded.
˝I'll tell someone to prepare it. You go pack.˝ He said and stood.

˝What about the ceremony?˝ I asked, turning in my seat.

˝Fuck. You know what? We'll prepare it and you'll go after. Ok?˝ He asked and I nodded again. He left and I sat there for a few more minutes. I thought about what could happen when I go back.

AFTER THE CEREMONY

˝Well then, MAJOR Winchester. I think it's your time to leave. We had your things dropped off. As well as some other things we thought would be help full.˝ He said with a wink. I laughed.

˝Thank you, general. It was an honor serving by your side.˝ I said with a salute. I walked through the metal doors that I once hesitated before.

Birmingham 1920.

I stood in the muddy street, my cap in my hand. The doors next to me had my surname on them. I lifted the key given to me and unlocked the door. It was warm inside. My suitcases were lined up in the hallway, and a stack of papers was present as well. I turned right into the living room, my guitar and my notes placed next to a large bookcase. The bookcase was filled to the brim with books. Some older, some modern. I placed my cap on the small coffee table next to the sofa and walked to the kitchen. A tea cattle was already boiling and the pantry was filled with everything I would need. Next stop was the office upstairs, which had a cabinet filled with different alcohols. Whiskey, rum, gin... My pictures were placed on the walls, as well as some of my own works. Some paperwork was placed on the work-desk, alongside some pens and pencils.
My bedroom was just across from the office, with a king sized bed and a vanity. I had a small bathroom attached to it, with a bathtub, a sink and a fireplace.
I walked back downstairs, and across from the living room was a large room that appeared to be for meetings. Another cabinet filled with various alcohols and a wall filled with books. A table and chairs were placed on one end, a small table and sofas on the other.

Behind the house were parked my two babies, my Harley and my Impala. I smiled and ran up to them. I checked both of their reservoirs. Full. I opened the drivers door and saw the latter placed in my seat.

˝Monica, they will be filled up every night, don't worry.

General˝

I smiled and closed the door. I walked back inside and took my clothes. Time to go and get a drink.

I parked my Harley in front of the glowing door, stepping off. Lifting my helmet, my hair fell out. The red glowed golden on my strands. I was given weird stares, but they didn't bother me. I walked in and straight to the bar. I placed my helmet on the bar and unzipped my leather jacket.

˝Whiskey. Irish.˝ She says to the bartender, running a hand through her hair.

˝Here you go, lass. But, uh, I don't recommend you come here often. Men...˝ He started

˝Are vicious being and they only want one thing. Don't worry, I had that talk far too many times. And besides, I trained a lot.˝ I said to him, taking a sip.
˝This is some good whiskey.˝ I said looking at him.

˝I'm glad ya like it.˝ He said and turned to a small window.
˝Coming right away, Mr. Shelby.˝ He said and I turned to the small window. I saw nothing and turned back to my drink.

˝Hey! Could I get another one?˝ I said to him and he smiled back.

˝Of, course.˝ He said, sliding me the glass. I raised it to him and shot it back. I left the money on the bar, took my things and left, but not before saying.

˝Hey, bartender!˝ He turned to me.
˝Tell the Shelby's the Lieutenant said hi.˝ With that, I walked out, mounted my Harley and drove away.

I come to my home and walked in. Taking all of my things from my hallway and walking to my bedroom, I had the intention of just leaving it there, but ended up changing and unpacking completely. I organized my clothes and ironed my suits. I filled up my toiletries and cleaned the house. I walked over to the kitchen, made coffee and pulled out the things i needed for a cake. But once everything was out and ready, I stopped.

˝Fuck! What am I doing?!˝ I asked myself. I am nervous. I know I am. I always bake when I'm nervous. Was it the mention of his surname? I leaned on the kitchen counter and breathed deep. I stood up and continued to make cake. I decorated the cake with buttercream making delicate flowers and leaves. I put the cake on a glass stand and stepped back.

˝Looks good. Good job, Monica!˝ I praised my self. I went to my office and pulled out my camera. I took the picture and left it to develop. I cut a piece, took my coffee and walked to my office. I sat down and pulled out my papers and begun to write.

Arthur POV

Tommy, John and I walked out of the booth in the Garrison fully intending to leave without a word, but were stopped by Harrys voice.

˝Mr. Shelby!˝ He called out.
˝Lieutenant said hi. Don't ask me questions, I won't know the answers.˝ He added. We stood in the doorway without a word, confused by the sudden statement. I pondered over the word ˝Lieutenant˝ for a moment, my only association being her. But it couldn't be her, she's years away. We looked between ourselves and left.

As I sat in the car my mind wondered to our time on the platform. Her tear stained face and hands gripping me. Once I got home, I walked over to my room and went to bed.