Ginger Snaps - Haunted : Chapter 5 - Fight
Chapter Five - Fight
Summary: Brigitte leaves the cupboard first, which results in both her and Sam’s survival. The story continues with Brigitte and Sam’s relationship, and the strain that Ginger’s ghost puts on it.
Warnings: Character death…DUH! Brigitte/Sam romance, references to suicide
Rating: PG13
Brigitte stared at Sam for one long second, completely expressionless, before she answered.
“You don’t care about me Sam,” she said, as much emotion in her voice as was on her face. Sam was shocked by her reaction. While he had come to expect little emotion from Brigitte, apart from when it came to Ginger, a complete lack of emotion was so unlike her.
“I thought you were smart Brigitte?” He said eventually. Brigitte frowned.
“Why should that matter?” she asked, her voice still cold and lacking in any emotion. Sam lit another cigarette, took a drag.
“Well Brigitte, if you were as intelligent as you claimed, then you wouldn’t be questioning how much I care about you,” he said, with a half hearted attempt at a smirk. Brigitte raised an eyebrow.
“What exactly do I have to offer you that’s made you care about me so much, huh? No one but Ginger has ever cared about me before, so obviously, I have nothing to offer you,”
“It’s not about what you have to offer Brigitte, it’s about the person that you are,” Sam cried, almost laughing at her stupidity, yet at the same time frustrated with it. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever meet. You care about people, you have this…passion about you like nothing I’ve ever seen before, you’re smart. You’re funny… Brigitte you’re amazing…”
“I don’t believe you,” Brigitte whispered, yet she was unable to meet Sam’s eye. Sam sighed and threw his cigarette to the ground. He grabbed hold of Brigitte’s shoulders, and stared into her eyes.
“Alright Brigitte I’m gonna explain this to you once, and if you don’t get it, then that’s it, I’m not going to explain it to you again. Now if I didn’t care about you, then why would I have put up with all the shit of the last few weeks? The research, finding the cure, dealing with your sister, purposely tracking you down so I could give you your things back! Why Brigitte, why?” Brigitte shrugged her shoulders out of Sam’s hands.
“Because Sam, you are a believer. You believe in Lycanthropes and god only knows what else, the chance to prove your theories right was more than you could resist,” she said in a matter of fact tone, as if this was all the evidence she needed to prove her point. Sam laughed in disbelief.
“Yeah? Okay, say that’s true. Say that I only took an interest in you because of the whole Lycanthrope thing… which I admit, to a point is true… but what about tonight Brigitte? I could have left you to fend for yourself against Ginger, I didn’t have to come with you, I could have simply gone back to the party! But no! Instead of leaving you to die, or worse, go far enough into your transformation to become a fucking wolf, I risked my own life to save yours! And possibly even your sisters, even after all she did to me!” Sam cried. He was getting emotion now, and had to fight back the tears in his eyes with all the strength he had. Why wouldn’t Brigitte believe that he cared about her? Was her mind so warped by her sister that she was incapable of seeing that people could care about her, and not just make fun of her?
“You’re a good person Sam, you would have done that for anyone,” She whispered, still not meeting his eye. Sam laughed.
“Do you know me but at all Brigitte? I don’t give a fuck about anyone! If it had been anyone else, I would have saved my own skin! If it had been anyone but you, I would have let Ginger do whatever the hell she wanted to do to me, then I would have kicked her out and been done with the situation! But it was you, so even though Ginger was fucking throwing herself at me, I said no! When I realized that I could die, or get infected, I stayed! And why, because of you!” Brigitte opened her mouth, once, twice, a third time, but no words came out. Sam smiled, finally, he was getting through. “Want me to go on Brigitte? Why would I skip town with you huh? Why would I abandon my life for you? I could have stayed in Bailey Downs! Your mother admitted to Trina’s murder, although it was obvious she didn’t do it, so that would have the police off my back! I could have just gone back to normal but no! I grabbed you, grabbed all my shit, and left my own life behind without a second thought. All for you! Because I care so much about you Brigitte!” Tears had started to pour down Brigitte’s cheeks, and Sam began to worry that he had been too harsh on her. He sighed and wiped them away, softened his voice to barely a whisper. Pulling her close, he said ‘Brigitte, all I see now is you. You and me some place new, where nobody knows our names. A place where we can make a fresh start of our lives.” Brigitte still didn’t reply. She simply began to sob. Sam wrapped his arms tight around her, kissed her hair so gently he wasn’t sure if she would even notice. “I think I’ll be needed my rubber room now, I’m fucked in the head,” he said with a laugh. To his surprise Brigitte laughed too. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “I’ve never heard you laugh before…barely even seen you smile…its beautiful,”
“What is?” Brigitte asked, her voice on edge, as if she was worried the answer would bite her. Sam smiled.
“You,” he whispered, ducking his head in embarrassment. Brigitte mirrored his actions, but said nothing in return. At least, she said no words that Sam could understand. Sam found the courage inside himself to look up, to reach out and tilt her head up, and to move his face towards hers… But he was too slow, for Brigitte brought up her hand to her mouth as she heaved. Her whole body shook with the effort of not throwing up. Sam stepped back and allowed Brigitte to collapse on the ground. She threw up a thin stream of saliva and bile, but then continued to heave. Sam crouched at her side, and rubbed her back. “Just let it all up Brigitte,” he whispered. Brigitte nodded, and continued to heave. But nothing came up. Sam grew concerned. “Brigitte? Maybe we should go to a hosp-“
“NO! No I’m not going to a hospital,” Brigitte snapped. Sam frowned. Why was she so opposed to going to hospital! She needed help!
“Why not? Come on Brigitte, you need help, now!” he cried. Brigitte turned long enough to glare at him.
“I said no, okay! Just pass me your whiskey!” she demanded, holding her hand out as again her body heaved. Sam raised an eyebrow, but went and got it.
“Before I give you this, could you explain why you need it in your state?” he questioned. He was suspicious of her intentions, but he had an idea.
“It’ll make me sick. I can’t drink that stuff. Ginger gave it to me once, told me that it was a magic potion! I’ve never puked so hard in my life,” Sam handed over the bottle without another question. Brigitte downed it.
“Jesus Christ Brigitte,” Sam muttered. He watched her for a few seconds, partly out of some weird fascination, partly because he was concerned. Nothing happened. He reached out for her. “Brigitte?” he asked, but she held her hand out, warning him to back off. He stopped, just as he heaving gave way to actual vomiting. Sam crouched down beside her again, held back her hair. He could not bare to watch however, as dozens of un-dissolved pills spilled from her stomach. He took the opportunity to shed a few tears. He wiped them away quickly, not wanting Brigitte to see. Finally, after a few minutes, Brigitte spat the last of the vomit from her mouth, and leaned against Sam. She sobbed into his shoulder as he stroked her hair. “It’s okay…it’s over Brigitte, you’re fine,” he whispered. He felt Brigitte nod against him. After a few minutes, Brigitte calmed herself and pulled away from Sam enough to look into his eyes.
“I’m so sorry Sam,” She whispered, eyes wide, lip trembling. Sam reached forward, kissed her forehead, then pulled her against himself again.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I understand,” he whispered. Brigitte didn’t reply, only sniffed. She didn’t like the idea of Sam being as suicidal, or as stupid, as she had been tonight, but she also knew now was not the time to question it. “Don’t you dare do anything like that to me ever again Rabbit…never again! You hear me! You scared the shit out of me girl!” he whispered into her hair.
“No…no…I won’t, I promise…” she whispered. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at Sam, “Rabbit?” she questioned.
“Well, you won’t let me call you Bee, so, like I said I would, I came up with another nickname for you,” Sam said with a shrug of his shoulders. Brigitte smiled.
“Why Rabbit?” she asked.
“They represent everything you are. They are timid, bright eyed, intelligent….and cute…” Sam whispered the last word, but Brigitte heard it. Her smile widened, and she reached up and kissed Sam’s cheek. He beamed and placed his hand on the place her lips had brushed against his skin. It tingled. “So do I get a nickname them Miss Fitzgerald?” Brigitte pondered for a moment before she gave her reply.
“Patch,” she said. Sam laughed.
“Patch? Why Patch?” he asked. He had no idea how Brigitte could have come to such a conclusion.
“There’s a famous Sam called Samuel Patch. I can’t remember what he was famous for, but I found the name fitting, since you’re a gardener and all,” Sam smiled.
“Patch… I like it…” he said.
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