The Platform

Johnny's POV

As usual with trains arriving and departing, the platform was crawling with people. I didn't have any baggage to worry about, or anyone meeting me, so I decided to head straight for the cabstand. However, before I could put that plan into action, I was stopped in my tracks.

I dropped my duffel at the sight of Mike Stoker standing in my path, his arms crossed, his eyebrow lifted slightly. He said nothing for a long moment. Finally, he hitched his thumb over his shoulder. "I got my truck out in the lot if you need a ride."

I nodded. "Thanks. That'd be good."

Neither of us said a word all the way back to the station. I hadn't known what to say, and Mike, well, he was just bein' Mike. I hadn't realized we were headed to the station till we were most of the way there. He must have realized I was uncomfortable, because we pulled over just before we got there. He turned to look at me. "Look, John. It happened. Nothing can change that. We're family. Nothing changes that, either." He put his hand on my shoulder. "We're good."

And he put the truck back in gear and headed on into the station….and home.

~The End~