[J1W] Revolt
[Sam is thentheres_me and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Flack ‘n’ Sam sibling snuggle.]
Sam was sixteen the first time she got arrested.
Don didn’t know why she had called him of all people-usually the parents were the ones that got called when kids got arrested, but when he walked in the door of the precinct and almost every cop knew him by name, he was starting to see why. Having their legend cop of a father come in to pick up his underage daughter who was brought in on a trespassing charge-it wasn’t exactly the best move.
He made his way back to the cages and sighed when he saw his sister. She looked like she was drunk-or at least, recovering from being drunk. Sam ran a hand through her hair as she got up and made her way to the bars, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. It was a look she knew that Don hated, because it usually came right before she asked for a favor, and he was starting to get a little tired of her asking him for favors.
But she was also his sister. And if his mother had taught them nothing else, it was that family was everything.
“Don’t give me that look,” she sighed softly.
“What look?” he said. “I’m not givin’ you a look.”
“Yes, you are, Donnie,” she said, giving him a look that could have almost been a sulk. “You’re givin’ me that ‘you’re a disappointment’ look. If I wanted someone ta give me that look, I woulda called Dad.”
Don sighed slightly, before relaxing his face and looking back at her. “What the hell were you thinkin’ huh? Trespassing?”
“If I wanted the lecture I woulda called Dad too.”
“Samantha,” Don said, the look returning as the door to the holding cell opened and Sam stepped out. “You’re lucky the officer knew you and managed to talk the guy outta pressing serious charges. What were you doin’ on that end of town anyway?”
“Havin’ a little fun. Not that you’d know what that was,” Sam sighed as she walked past him. “Can we just go, please?”
“No, hey,” Don reached forward, grabbing her arm as he tried to get her attention again. “I get the whole teenage rebellion thing, but you could have gotten into some serious trouble-don’t you get that?”
“Yeah, I get that, Don,” Sam said, the look turning into more of a glare. “I get it. I get it that no one in this family expects much of me, that they don’t have my back, that they all want me to be more like my big brother Donnie. But we all can’t be Mr. Perfect, now can we?” She watched him for a moment, challenging him to say otherwise, before moving a hand up to rub her forehead lightly. “Can we just go home, please?”
Don was quiet for a moment, before nodding, “Yeah, c’mon-let’s grab a cab.”
A few minutes later they were in the cab, riding silently back to the Flack family home. Don knew that he had to say something to her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Sam was sitting closer to the door, resting her elbow on the armrest, and her chin in her hand. He was quiet for a moment, before reaching for her arm and pulling her over on the seat.
“What?” Sam said, giving him a look as his arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. She didn’t fight him much, but she didn’t exactly seem pleased either. Don didn’t care, he just held her close and let his chin rest on top of her head lightly.
“You always got me, alright?” he whispered, just sitting there with his sister for a while. “No matter what Dad or Ma does-you’ve always got me.”
Sam was quiet, before she relaxed against him, letting her head come to rest on her brother’s shoulder. “Thanks, Donnie.”
“Anytime.”
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Sam was sixteen the first time she got arrested.
Don didn’t know why she had called him of all people-usually the parents were the ones that got called when kids got arrested, but when he walked in the door of the precinct and almost every cop knew him by name, he was starting to see why. Having their legend cop of a father come in to pick up his underage daughter who was brought in on a trespassing charge-it wasn’t exactly the best move.
He made his way back to the cages and sighed when he saw his sister. She looked like she was drunk-or at least, recovering from being drunk. Sam ran a hand through her hair as she got up and made her way to the bars, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. It was a look she knew that Don hated, because it usually came right before she asked for a favor, and he was starting to get a little tired of her asking him for favors.
But she was also his sister. And if his mother had taught them nothing else, it was that family was everything.
“Don’t give me that look,” she sighed softly.
“What look?” he said. “I’m not givin’ you a look.”
“Yes, you are, Donnie,” she said, giving him a look that could have almost been a sulk. “You’re givin’ me that ‘you’re a disappointment’ look. If I wanted someone ta give me that look, I woulda called Dad.”
Don sighed slightly, before relaxing his face and looking back at her. “What the hell were you thinkin’ huh? Trespassing?”
“If I wanted the lecture I woulda called Dad too.”
“Samantha,” Don said, the look returning as the door to the holding cell opened and Sam stepped out. “You’re lucky the officer knew you and managed to talk the guy outta pressing serious charges. What were you doin’ on that end of town anyway?”
“Havin’ a little fun. Not that you’d know what that was,” Sam sighed as she walked past him. “Can we just go, please?”
“No, hey,” Don reached forward, grabbing her arm as he tried to get her attention again. “I get the whole teenage rebellion thing, but you could have gotten into some serious trouble-don’t you get that?”
“Yeah, I get that, Don,” Sam said, the look turning into more of a glare. “I get it. I get it that no one in this family expects much of me, that they don’t have my back, that they all want me to be more like my big brother Donnie. But we all can’t be Mr. Perfect, now can we?” She watched him for a moment, challenging him to say otherwise, before moving a hand up to rub her forehead lightly. “Can we just go home, please?”
Don was quiet for a moment, before nodding, “Yeah, c’mon-let’s grab a cab.”
A few minutes later they were in the cab, riding silently back to the Flack family home. Don knew that he had to say something to her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Sam was sitting closer to the door, resting her elbow on the armrest, and her chin in her hand. He was quiet for a moment, before reaching for her arm and pulling her over on the seat.
“What?” Sam said, giving him a look as his arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. She didn’t fight him much, but she didn’t exactly seem pleased either. Don didn’t care, he just held her close and let his chin rest on top of her head lightly.
“You always got me, alright?” he whispered, just sitting there with his sister for a while. “No matter what Dad or Ma does-you’ve always got me.”
Sam was quiet, before she relaxed against him, letting her head come to rest on her brother’s shoulder. “Thanks, Donnie.”
“Anytime.”
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