The 39 steps
August 20, 2008
It’s 39 days to go until the start of season 3 in America.
There are 39 episodes for season 1 and 2. (Not taking the unaired episode in account or the original pilot, as not everybody can see those)
I started to watch the episodes again. One episode a day.
And then I got the plan to write a small scene for every episode. (Never more than 1 page long)
1.09 Mistakes were Made, part 2
Disclaimer: B&S doesn’t belong to me. Written with love, not for money.
Summary: The night is long…...
“What do you think we will find tomorrow?” Sarah asks in the dark. Tommy opens his eyes. They are both on thin mattresses on the floor and he wonders secretly if sleeping on the wooden floor wouldn’t be softer and… he would appreciate it if the walls had been a bit thicker, so he doesn’t hear the soft noises coming from the room, where Kevin and his soldier are sharing a bed. At the same time, he’s grateful that Kevin made an impression on some lonely soldier, because if he hadn’t, they’d be sleeping with three adults in one car, which would be worse. He thinks.
“I don’t know. I hope some never explored goldmine. But we might as well discover that dad robbed a bank once and hit the loot there somewhere.” Sarah cannot help but laugh.
“Tommy, I know we do not see eye to eye on this. I would love to have faith in dad, but I can’t. I’m so disappointed in him.”
“I know. But I cannot let go of my faith in him. I just can’t.” comes Tommy whisper in the dark.
Sarah pulls the sleeping bag closer around her. She’s cold. Tommy doesn’t know yet, about Rebecca. She kept it a secret. Would Tommy still hang on to his faith in William if he finds out about Rebecca? He’ll have to, she knows. He’s daddy’s boy. Dad had it both ways. Tommy, who was a perfect copy of him, minus the infidelity. And Justin, who was exactly the opposite and everything that William might have dreamed of being. Carefree, his own man.
Where that leaves Kevin, she doesn’t know…. She’s about to try and analyze this, when the noises in the next room become too loud to be ignored. The bed squeaks faster, a voice, not Kevin’s, saying something she can’t understand. She can’t help but curiously listening to what she can hear. A moan, oh, definitely Kevin, the squeaking gets even louder. The bed softly bangs against wall and she can only imagine Kevin’s face tomorrow, when she tells him. There is one last loud thud, a loud howl, God, she hopes that that wasn’t Kevin’s howl or she’ll be the one mortified in the morning.
Next to her, she can hear Tommy exhale, apparently he’s been holding his breath for ‘the grand finale’ or something and the thought of that makes her giggle. The immediate reply is a little snort from Tommy. She snuggles up closer to her brother for some extra warmth and with her head against his shoulder she softly sighs:
“Well, at least Kevin is having fun…”
“I do hope he remembered that he’s the one driving tomorrow and that he will be in his car.. behind the wheel… for several hours…in a seated position…” Tommy grins in the dark and then they both laugh softly.