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Thunderstorms. They never used to bother you, but these days, nothing in your life seemed to be the way it once was. Heck, you’d finally gotten the shot at getting one step closer to your dream of flying, being stationed at Quonset Point, back in your home state of Rhode Island. It had come as a surprise and a relief; it was good to be back in familiar territory. Shrugging that thought aside, you jump slightly as another rumble of thunder rolls through your trembling figure, the newspaper you’d been flipping through previously being set aside. He’d said he’d be quick - wanting to do one last final gear check before tomorrow. And then… footsteps. You hadn’t even heard him come in. But yet, the ever increasingly familiar figure of Tom Hudner is making his way towards you, a tired grin being passed your way, illuminated by the warm glow of the lamp at your bedside. A wordless exchange is made with your mingling gazes as he silently bundles a set of sleep clothes in his arms and disappears, reappearing moments later and joining you at your side, his weight and warmth a welcome sensation that sets you at ease slightly. “Y’know, after all this time, you never once told me how you managed to end up here, of all places,” You muse softly, rolling onto your side to face him, a humored yet bittersweet look in his gaze that quickly holds yours. “I applied to the Academy right after Pearl Harbor, I wanted to help, as we all did. But yeah, show up to find the heroes were made, the fleet’s mothballed…” Tom trails off, huffing a light chuckle. “The war ended a month before I graduated.” Now it’s your turn to laugh softly, inching closer to his handsome features. “Surely your family is happy you didn’t go,” You suggest to which the man at your side merely offers a small smile. “I heard they’re around here?” “Across the Bay in Fall River.” “They must be happy - having you back around and all.” At this, Tom shakes his head, a slight frown creasing his brow. “I think they’d be a bit happier if I were coming back to work for the family. Supposed to take over my old man’s grocery stores… But I was called to adventure.” There’s a certain excited glimmer in his gaze as he reaches for you, pulling you close. And you don’t argue, melting into his strong embrace, a certain unknown fear nagging at you - and not about the weather. “You land that plane in one piece tomorrow, okay?” Tom Hudner nods wordlessly, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead before settling back against the mattress, a soft “okay,” falling from his lips. And as the storm continues to rage outside, you somehow feel a sense of ease fill you as you carefully pry yourself from your boyfriend’s arms, making your way to your feet and towards the radio, tuning it and settling back into his arms once more… The gentle hands of sleep finally grabbing at you. 

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