Meaning (Pts One and Two), Sam, Rated M
(Haha a twofie, Hope you enjoy)
Title: Meaning (Part one)
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, OC
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #67 Ring
Rating: M
Warnings: Hmm, basic angsty Sam.
Spoilers: none
Summary: “Hey Samtasic, you’ve got a visitor.”
Disclaimer: One day I will sell my soul and buy Flashpoint from its creators. But it is not this day, This day… it’s still theirs.
“Hey Samtasic you’ve got a visitor.”
If Sam ever heard Spike say those words again he was going to hurt him. But because he never knew how horrible those words could be Sam had followed him unwittingly out of the locker room, and now he stood, slack jawed at the man in front of him, shifting restlessly in his spot beside Winnie’s desk.
Oh Crap. His stomach twisted painfully as the older man looked up to meet his eyes. Oh hell, what was he supposed to do? Shake his hand? Salute him… say hello like everything was normal?
Behind him Spike raised an eyebrow at the sudden pale colour Sam’s face had taken. Just as he was about to reach out to his team-mate, Jules came around the corner stopping beside him, confusion written on her face as she glanced at the blonde too.
Sam swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped towards the brown -gray haired man. How he had aged in a year. “Mr. Evans.” His voice was a mere shaky breath.
The visitor stepped forward and raised his fisted hand. The blonde sniper stiffened, but didn’t flinch away. If the man had come here to hit him then he’d feel it without complaint. It was no less then he deserved after all. But instead of landing his fist anywhere on Sam’s body the older gentleman held his hand out, fingers uncurling until his palm faced the ceiling.
Oh.
Oh. Blue eyes were torn away from the glistening object the man was holding out to him but Sam didn’t reach out to take it. “I-I…”
“Take it.” The man, Mr. Evans muttered low enough for only Sam to hear him. “Marilyn and I both agreed. It’s what he wanted and I’m not going to deny my sons final wishes, and neither are you.” Hard brown eyes glared affectionately down at him. Brown eyes that were so familiar but belonged to such a completely different person so long ago. “We talked, after you came to see us you know… For a long time we hated you. But you were all of us. So much pain… and you came to tell us. Personally. Knowing exactly what we’d want to happen to you.”
Sam’s throat closed in on its self rendering him mute. Images of that horrible November evening flashed in his mind. But the man just continued.
“But we agreed. We forgive you,” Horrified blue eyes shot to his face and Mr. Evans smiled. “Yes, we forgive you; now it’s time for you to do the same.” Reaching out he took Sam’s hand in his and dropped the shining object into the calloused palm. A blood stained palm that the other man… forgave? The ring in his hand reflected the light from above their heads the few opal stones glittering like mad against the gold setting.
“He forgives you too. He never blamed you Sam. Matthew was never that kind of man.”
Fuck. Matt’s ring. No, HIS ring.
Title: Meaning (Part two)
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Jules
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #11 Forgiveness
Rating: K
Warnings: None, just more angst. : D
Spoilers: Mentions SamxJules, Matt
Summary: “Just don’t take too long.”
Disclaimer: “I want it, gimme, gimme!” “No.”
He had fled the room so quickly Jules had a hard time trying to follow him and still remain inconspicuous. But Damnit, she was worried. Sam hadn’t said a thing after the man had finished speaking and silence had reigned until the visitor clapped him on the shoulder drawing Sams gaze upwards finally.
Then he had turned and left leaving the sniper standing there feeling like he had been punched in the gut. Honestly he would have felt better if he had been. Physical violence, pain he could handle, but forgiveness. Feeling the bile rise in the back of his throat the sniper whipped around heading for the stairs. He needed air.
Spike and Jules had exchanged a quick glance, immediately parting ways; Jules going after the blonde and Spike quickly running off to find Greg.
Silently catching the door to the roof before it closed Jules slipped out after her team mate and secret boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, she had to remind herself. She watched, her brown eyes narrowing as the blonde paced back and forth rapidly before he slid up against the thing metal rail leaning against it heavily. The female sniper just watched him carefully, saw his back tense and his hand clench on the railing the sharp metal digging into his skin. Moments later however his shoulders sagged then fell into a position a bit more…rigid…rigid but more comfortable then before.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay.” He snapped suddenly his breathing ragged as she approached his side.
“I wasn’t going to.” She stated softly letting her own hand land on his back just under his shoulder blade where she knew he would feel it the most. And sure enough his breath slowly evened out, his heart stopped pounding against his ribcage. Sam cast her a grateful look before letting his eyes drop to his hand.
Jules followed the blondes line of sight taking in the breathtaking golden band. “It’s beautiful.”
“I know.”
They stood in silence for a while, the wind sweeping by them a slight bite to its movement. Sams gaze never left the ring and Jules hand never left his back.
“He forgave me?” His voice was a little more broken then Jules ever remembered hearing it, even after she had gotten shot. “He forgave me. ME, Jules.”
She just tilted her head not understanding. He never spoke of himself, of who he was before the SRU, and pictures in his locker and apartment only told so many stories.
“Jules, can you do me a favour?” Sam watched her nod unsure. “Could you look after this for me? Even if he…if they can forgive me, I can’t forgive myself. Not yet. So,” He held the ring over her hand that had been on his back. “Will you hold onto this until I can?”
Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the ring hanging from the silver chain in Sam’s hand. “As long as you don’t wait to long to take it back.”
Title: Meaning (Part one)
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, OC
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #67 Ring
Rating: M
Warnings: Hmm, basic angsty Sam.
Spoilers: none
Summary: “Hey Samtasic, you’ve got a visitor.”
Disclaimer: One day I will sell my soul and buy Flashpoint from its creators. But it is not this day, This day… it’s still theirs.
“Hey Samtasic you’ve got a visitor.”
If Sam ever heard Spike say those words again he was going to hurt him. But because he never knew how horrible those words could be Sam had followed him unwittingly out of the locker room, and now he stood, slack jawed at the man in front of him, shifting restlessly in his spot beside Winnie’s desk.
Oh Crap. His stomach twisted painfully as the older man looked up to meet his eyes. Oh hell, what was he supposed to do? Shake his hand? Salute him… say hello like everything was normal?
Behind him Spike raised an eyebrow at the sudden pale colour Sam’s face had taken. Just as he was about to reach out to his team-mate, Jules came around the corner stopping beside him, confusion written on her face as she glanced at the blonde too.
Sam swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped towards the brown -gray haired man. How he had aged in a year. “Mr. Evans.” His voice was a mere shaky breath.
The visitor stepped forward and raised his fisted hand. The blonde sniper stiffened, but didn’t flinch away. If the man had come here to hit him then he’d feel it without complaint. It was no less then he deserved after all. But instead of landing his fist anywhere on Sam’s body the older gentleman held his hand out, fingers uncurling until his palm faced the ceiling.
Oh.
Oh. Blue eyes were torn away from the glistening object the man was holding out to him but Sam didn’t reach out to take it. “I-I…”
“Take it.” The man, Mr. Evans muttered low enough for only Sam to hear him. “Marilyn and I both agreed. It’s what he wanted and I’m not going to deny my sons final wishes, and neither are you.” Hard brown eyes glared affectionately down at him. Brown eyes that were so familiar but belonged to such a completely different person so long ago. “We talked, after you came to see us you know… For a long time we hated you. But you were all of us. So much pain… and you came to tell us. Personally. Knowing exactly what we’d want to happen to you.”
Sam’s throat closed in on its self rendering him mute. Images of that horrible November evening flashed in his mind. But the man just continued.
“But we agreed. We forgive you,” Horrified blue eyes shot to his face and Mr. Evans smiled. “Yes, we forgive you; now it’s time for you to do the same.” Reaching out he took Sam’s hand in his and dropped the shining object into the calloused palm. A blood stained palm that the other man… forgave? The ring in his hand reflected the light from above their heads the few opal stones glittering like mad against the gold setting.
“He forgives you too. He never blamed you Sam. Matthew was never that kind of man.”
Fuck. Matt’s ring. No, HIS ring.
Title: Meaning (Part two)
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Jules
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #11 Forgiveness
Rating: K
Warnings: None, just more angst. : D
Spoilers: Mentions SamxJules, Matt
Summary: “Just don’t take too long.”
Disclaimer: “I want it, gimme, gimme!” “No.”
He had fled the room so quickly Jules had a hard time trying to follow him and still remain inconspicuous. But Damnit, she was worried. Sam hadn’t said a thing after the man had finished speaking and silence had reigned until the visitor clapped him on the shoulder drawing Sams gaze upwards finally.
Then he had turned and left leaving the sniper standing there feeling like he had been punched in the gut. Honestly he would have felt better if he had been. Physical violence, pain he could handle, but forgiveness. Feeling the bile rise in the back of his throat the sniper whipped around heading for the stairs. He needed air.
Spike and Jules had exchanged a quick glance, immediately parting ways; Jules going after the blonde and Spike quickly running off to find Greg.
Silently catching the door to the roof before it closed Jules slipped out after her team mate and secret boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, she had to remind herself. She watched, her brown eyes narrowing as the blonde paced back and forth rapidly before he slid up against the thing metal rail leaning against it heavily. The female sniper just watched him carefully, saw his back tense and his hand clench on the railing the sharp metal digging into his skin. Moments later however his shoulders sagged then fell into a position a bit more…rigid…rigid but more comfortable then before.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay.” He snapped suddenly his breathing ragged as she approached his side.
“I wasn’t going to.” She stated softly letting her own hand land on his back just under his shoulder blade where she knew he would feel it the most. And sure enough his breath slowly evened out, his heart stopped pounding against his ribcage. Sam cast her a grateful look before letting his eyes drop to his hand.
Jules followed the blondes line of sight taking in the breathtaking golden band. “It’s beautiful.”
“I know.”
They stood in silence for a while, the wind sweeping by them a slight bite to its movement. Sams gaze never left the ring and Jules hand never left his back.
“He forgave me?” His voice was a little more broken then Jules ever remembered hearing it, even after she had gotten shot. “He forgave me. ME, Jules.”
She just tilted her head not understanding. He never spoke of himself, of who he was before the SRU, and pictures in his locker and apartment only told so many stories.
“Jules, can you do me a favour?” Sam watched her nod unsure. “Could you look after this for me? Even if he…if they can forgive me, I can’t forgive myself. Not yet. So,” He held the ring over her hand that had been on his back. “Will you hold onto this until I can?”
Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the ring hanging from the silver chain in Sam’s hand. “As long as you don’t wait to long to take it back.”