FIC: White Flag (22/35)
Title: White Flag
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Sam/Brooke...Sam/F..
Summary: This is an Futurefic in which Brooke and Sam have already been
together.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: I'm feeling pretty generous and decided to post two parts today. Anyway, a quick thanks to my beta, Karen, who gets these chapters back to me sometimes within hours...lol. Also thank you for you continued feedback. It means so much to me.
Part Twenty-two
Brooke laid in her bed that night, listening to Sam move quietly through the house. She knew that she should have just gone back to her apartment, but something inside had stopped her. The idea of going back to her lonely cold apartment and empty bed broke her heart. Not that her bed now wasn’t empty, but she slept better with the knowledge that Sam was just a few feet away. Besides, Sam hadn’t asked her to leave and she took that as a good sign.
Sam had always been such an enigma to Brooke. Just when the blonde thought she had her all figured out, the journalist would do a complete 180 and shock the hell out of her. Now Sam had been avoiding her since the night that had changed everything. Even if Sam didn’t want to admit it to herself, everything was changed forever. One thing Brooke knew for certain was that the brunette didn’t handle change very well. She never had and for that reason alone, Brooke had let her play this stupid avoidance game. But the time for games was over now. They needed to talk about it, talk about them.
The blonde sighed and turned on her side. She spied her cell phone resting on its charger. She really wished she could talk to Mac about it. She’d been avoiding involving Mac until she and Sam had had a chance to talk, but she really needed to talk to someone about it. It wasn’t like Brooke could call her friends. Mary Cherry was over in Europe, having made her mother’s failing company an international success. Who knew that someone people considered borderline retarded had such a head for business? Poppy on the other hand was a UN Ambassador for Cuba. Not that either of them were a consistent presence in her life. She hadn’t seen Mary Cherry in over a year and she knew she hadn’t seen Poppy in at least as long. They all lived very different, but equally busy lives. It didn’t help that her schedule didn’t really allot her much time for friends. When she wasn’t working, she was spending time with Cara. She would go out for the odd drink with the random co-worker after work, but if she were honest, she didn’t know some of their last names. Still she wondered if she should be worried that the two best friends she’d ever had over the past fifteen years were her ex-wife and her eighteen-year-old kid sister.
“Return of the Mack” cut through the silence of the room and Brooke smiled. She grabbed her razor thin, cell phone and open the flap. “Hey Macky…”
“I thought we agreed never to call me that,” her sister said in an exasperated tone.
“Sam agreed. I made no such promise.”
“Well, you sound like you’re in a better mood. Maybe now you’ll tell me what’s been going on with you and Sam lately.”
Brooke sighed. She wanted to tell Mac, she really did, but she wanted to talk to Sam first. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing’s going on with me and Sam. Well nothing new anyway.”
“Brooke, why do you insist on insulting my intelligence by lying to me?” Mac sounded like she was dealing with a petulant seven-year-old instead of someone that was seventeen years her senior.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh come on…now you don’t want to talk about it. First, Sam acts as if I never even asked the question. Then mom comes back and she’s all tight lipped-”
“What do you mean Mom is all tight lipped?” Brooke asked, interrupting her sister.
“Yeah, she was worried about what was going on between you two. Then Sam calls her and they go to lunch. She came back an hour later and wouldn’t tell me a thing. But I know she knows.”
So Sam had told Jane and even that hadn’t been enough to get her to talk to Brooke? Jane had been in Brooke’s life long enough for her to know that Jane wouldn’t think Sam keeping quiet was a good thing. So what was going on with Sam?
“Brooke, are you even listening to me?” Mac’s tone was annoyed.
“No, sorry I spaced. What did you say?”
“I said that if someone doesn’t tell me something soon I was going to have to resort to underhanded tactics. I’ve heard enough Legendary Brooke and Sam stories to have an arsenal full.”
Brooke smiled at that. “I suppose that’s true. Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t bring it up to Sam until she brings it up to you. I know she hasn’t told Lily or Carmen. They would have been over here by now if she had,” Brooke mused.
“Is it so big that they’d feel a need to come to your apartment?”
The question threw Brooke. “Why would they come to my apartment?”
“You said they would have been there by now…” Mac’s words trailed. She sounded equally confused.
“Oh, here at Sam’s. I’m…uh, not at my apartment.”
“You’re still at Sam’s? I thought Cara was going back to the clinic tonight.”
“She did.”
“Uh huh, and you’re still at Sam’s? Care to share with the rest of the class what’s going on?”
“I was trying to, but you haven’t stopped asking me questions,” Brooke said, rolling her eyes.
“Okay, shutting up now,” Mac replied.
I doubt that, Brooke thought but didn’t comment. She took a deep breath. “Something happened three nights ago.”
“Yeah, you discovered the McQueen vagueness gene. I swear sometimes talking to you is more frustrating than talking to Dad. Care to elaborate on what exactly you mean by ‘something happened?’”
Brooke briefly toyed with the idea of being even more cryptic, but feared that Mac might actually jump in her car and drive all the way over there just to do her bodily harm. “And you obviously discovered the McPherson impatience gene. I was hoping Sam would be the last to inherit that particular trait, but then Cara turned two and learned the words ‘mine’ and ‘now.’ Needless to say, I gave up that dream a long time ago.”
“Focus Brooke…”
“Right, there was something I was supposed to be telling you…oh yeah, I slept with Sam.” There was a loud crash on the other end of phone and a yelp of pain from Mac followed by several expletives. “Mac? Mac? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” the teenager growled. “I just missed my computer chair by a few inches and fell on my ass. Okay is not a word I would use to describe how I feel.”
Brooke couldn’t help it, she began to laugh and once she started there was no stopping it. She rolled over on her side clutching her stomach.
“Remind me to get all the big news from Sam from now on. Hearing it from you is proving to be hazardous to my health.”
The blonde wiped a few tears from her eyes before sobering up. “I’m sorry. I never thought you’d fall on the floor. That sort of stuff only happens in movies.”
“Yeah, yeah…anyway, what happened after you two…you know?”
“Had sex…come on Mac, you’re a big girl now. You can say the word sex.”
“Brooke…”
“Geez Macky, learn to take a joke.”
“Brooke!”
“Okay, okay, nothing happened after we ‘you know.’”
“What do you mean nothing happened?”
“I mean that she was gone the next morning. She left a note and has pretty much refused to talk to me about it.” Brooke sighed.
“Ah, in typical Sam fashion and let me guess, you, being typical Brooke just let her get away with that? Man, you would think that you two would have learned your lesson back in high school, but it’s clear that I got all the brains in this family.”
“This is nothing like that.”
“Correction, it’s exactly like that. You kissed Sam and she freaked. I love my sister dearly, but she does not handle change well. So what did you do? You left her alone, hoping she’d come back to you. Only when you leave Sam alone she has too much time to think. Then she begins to assume. So you ended up chasing her for three months. And don’t get me started on the disaster that was your divorce. I can’t believe that you two have practically lived together for twenty years and still don’t know how to communicate with one another.”
“Great, now I’m getting lectured by an eighteen-year-old kid,” Brooke muttered, but she had to admit Mac had a point.
“A wise eighteen-year-old…you don’t grow up Sam and Brooke’s little sister without learning a thing or two. Sometimes I wonder what the two of you would do if I hadn’t come along.”
“Well I’d still have my favorite sweater,” Brooke grumbled. “So oh wisely sage one, what do you suggest I do?”
“Well for one, let the sweater thing go. Two, you can’t let her keep running. It’s been two days already and who knows what she is thinking by now.”
“Fine, I’ll corner her first thing tomorrow.”
“Well, maybe cornering her isn’t smart, especially before she’s had her coffee. Just, you know, get her in a place she can’t easily escape.”
“How is that different than what I just said?” Brooke asked.
“It just is.”
“Right…I swear this had better work.”
“It will work.”
“I hope so, for your sake.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
“Ooo Barbie, because I’m so scared.”
“You should be. Just because you kill on the soccer field, doesn’t mean I can’t still take you down.”
“And the tennis court and the softball field…I’m not a bad volleyball player either.”
“Okay, I get it. You’re a super jock. You’d better be careful though. I have it on authority that chicks dig jocks.”
“Yeah, but I’m not into ‘chicks’ so what does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing, it’s just you’ll be going off to college soon and I know a lot of girls that weren’t ‘into chicks’ before they left home and now, well let’s just say they march proudly in the parades every June.”
“Well, I won’t be one of them.”
“I think the lady doth protest too much.” Brooke loved teasing Mac like this. She didn’t have to be in the room with her to know that her little sister’s face was beet red. After she and Sam had nearly given their parents a heart attack coming out together by announcing they were involved in a relationship, she was sure that all of their hopes were on Mac. But when Mac approached thirteen and still had no interest in boys, Brooke saw her father begin to worry. When Mac started Kennedy and began to get interested in sports, Mike McQueen grew very worried. Mac appeared to only have friends that were girls and Brooke thought that troubled their father the most. Just when Brooke thought he was ready to throw in the towel on his youngest, Mac started dating a guy at the beginning of junior year. Jane chocked the whole thing up to her being a late bloomer. None of them liked him much, but Mike seemed less troubled, almost hopeful. However, Mac dumped the guy three months later and hadn’t seemed interested in anyone else since. Brooke and Sam were sure that it had nothing to do with being a late bloomer and everything to do with an interest in girls instead. They even had a bet running on how soon after she left home it would take her to come out.
“I’m not protesting anything. I don’t care if you believe me. I know it’s not going to happen.”
“I’ll remember that the first time you call me asking for girl advice.”
“Whatever…I’m going to bed.”
Brooke looked over at the clock. It was one o’clock. “Yeah, I should be too if I’m going to try to catch Sam before she leaves.”
“Yeah you better set your alarm for four,” Mac joked. “Good night, Brookie. I love you.”
“Good night, Macky. I love you too.” Brooke flipped her phone shut and rolled over on her side with a sigh. Talking to Mac always made her feel better. Plus now she had a plan. She was going to confront Sam and make her listen. Then she’d make Sam see they belonged together.
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Sam/Brooke...Sam/F..
Summary: This is an Futurefic in which Brooke and Sam have already been
together.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: I'm feeling pretty generous and decided to post two parts today. Anyway, a quick thanks to my beta, Karen, who gets these chapters back to me sometimes within hours...lol. Also thank you for you continued feedback. It means so much to me.
Part Twenty-two
Brooke laid in her bed that night, listening to Sam move quietly through the house. She knew that she should have just gone back to her apartment, but something inside had stopped her. The idea of going back to her lonely cold apartment and empty bed broke her heart. Not that her bed now wasn’t empty, but she slept better with the knowledge that Sam was just a few feet away. Besides, Sam hadn’t asked her to leave and she took that as a good sign.
Sam had always been such an enigma to Brooke. Just when the blonde thought she had her all figured out, the journalist would do a complete 180 and shock the hell out of her. Now Sam had been avoiding her since the night that had changed everything. Even if Sam didn’t want to admit it to herself, everything was changed forever. One thing Brooke knew for certain was that the brunette didn’t handle change very well. She never had and for that reason alone, Brooke had let her play this stupid avoidance game. But the time for games was over now. They needed to talk about it, talk about them.
The blonde sighed and turned on her side. She spied her cell phone resting on its charger. She really wished she could talk to Mac about it. She’d been avoiding involving Mac until she and Sam had had a chance to talk, but she really needed to talk to someone about it. It wasn’t like Brooke could call her friends. Mary Cherry was over in Europe, having made her mother’s failing company an international success. Who knew that someone people considered borderline retarded had such a head for business? Poppy on the other hand was a UN Ambassador for Cuba. Not that either of them were a consistent presence in her life. She hadn’t seen Mary Cherry in over a year and she knew she hadn’t seen Poppy in at least as long. They all lived very different, but equally busy lives. It didn’t help that her schedule didn’t really allot her much time for friends. When she wasn’t working, she was spending time with Cara. She would go out for the odd drink with the random co-worker after work, but if she were honest, she didn’t know some of their last names. Still she wondered if she should be worried that the two best friends she’d ever had over the past fifteen years were her ex-wife and her eighteen-year-old kid sister.
“Return of the Mack” cut through the silence of the room and Brooke smiled. She grabbed her razor thin, cell phone and open the flap. “Hey Macky…”
“I thought we agreed never to call me that,” her sister said in an exasperated tone.
“Sam agreed. I made no such promise.”
“Well, you sound like you’re in a better mood. Maybe now you’ll tell me what’s been going on with you and Sam lately.”
Brooke sighed. She wanted to tell Mac, she really did, but she wanted to talk to Sam first. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing’s going on with me and Sam. Well nothing new anyway.”
“Brooke, why do you insist on insulting my intelligence by lying to me?” Mac sounded like she was dealing with a petulant seven-year-old instead of someone that was seventeen years her senior.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh come on…now you don’t want to talk about it. First, Sam acts as if I never even asked the question. Then mom comes back and she’s all tight lipped-”
“What do you mean Mom is all tight lipped?” Brooke asked, interrupting her sister.
“Yeah, she was worried about what was going on between you two. Then Sam calls her and they go to lunch. She came back an hour later and wouldn’t tell me a thing. But I know she knows.”
So Sam had told Jane and even that hadn’t been enough to get her to talk to Brooke? Jane had been in Brooke’s life long enough for her to know that Jane wouldn’t think Sam keeping quiet was a good thing. So what was going on with Sam?
“Brooke, are you even listening to me?” Mac’s tone was annoyed.
“No, sorry I spaced. What did you say?”
“I said that if someone doesn’t tell me something soon I was going to have to resort to underhanded tactics. I’ve heard enough Legendary Brooke and Sam stories to have an arsenal full.”
Brooke smiled at that. “I suppose that’s true. Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t bring it up to Sam until she brings it up to you. I know she hasn’t told Lily or Carmen. They would have been over here by now if she had,” Brooke mused.
“Is it so big that they’d feel a need to come to your apartment?”
The question threw Brooke. “Why would they come to my apartment?”
“You said they would have been there by now…” Mac’s words trailed. She sounded equally confused.
“Oh, here at Sam’s. I’m…uh, not at my apartment.”
“You’re still at Sam’s? I thought Cara was going back to the clinic tonight.”
“She did.”
“Uh huh, and you’re still at Sam’s? Care to share with the rest of the class what’s going on?”
“I was trying to, but you haven’t stopped asking me questions,” Brooke said, rolling her eyes.
“Okay, shutting up now,” Mac replied.
I doubt that, Brooke thought but didn’t comment. She took a deep breath. “Something happened three nights ago.”
“Yeah, you discovered the McQueen vagueness gene. I swear sometimes talking to you is more frustrating than talking to Dad. Care to elaborate on what exactly you mean by ‘something happened?’”
Brooke briefly toyed with the idea of being even more cryptic, but feared that Mac might actually jump in her car and drive all the way over there just to do her bodily harm. “And you obviously discovered the McPherson impatience gene. I was hoping Sam would be the last to inherit that particular trait, but then Cara turned two and learned the words ‘mine’ and ‘now.’ Needless to say, I gave up that dream a long time ago.”
“Focus Brooke…”
“Right, there was something I was supposed to be telling you…oh yeah, I slept with Sam.” There was a loud crash on the other end of phone and a yelp of pain from Mac followed by several expletives. “Mac? Mac? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” the teenager growled. “I just missed my computer chair by a few inches and fell on my ass. Okay is not a word I would use to describe how I feel.”
Brooke couldn’t help it, she began to laugh and once she started there was no stopping it. She rolled over on her side clutching her stomach.
“Remind me to get all the big news from Sam from now on. Hearing it from you is proving to be hazardous to my health.”
The blonde wiped a few tears from her eyes before sobering up. “I’m sorry. I never thought you’d fall on the floor. That sort of stuff only happens in movies.”
“Yeah, yeah…anyway, what happened after you two…you know?”
“Had sex…come on Mac, you’re a big girl now. You can say the word sex.”
“Brooke…”
“Geez Macky, learn to take a joke.”
“Brooke!”
“Okay, okay, nothing happened after we ‘you know.’”
“What do you mean nothing happened?”
“I mean that she was gone the next morning. She left a note and has pretty much refused to talk to me about it.” Brooke sighed.
“Ah, in typical Sam fashion and let me guess, you, being typical Brooke just let her get away with that? Man, you would think that you two would have learned your lesson back in high school, but it’s clear that I got all the brains in this family.”
“This is nothing like that.”
“Correction, it’s exactly like that. You kissed Sam and she freaked. I love my sister dearly, but she does not handle change well. So what did you do? You left her alone, hoping she’d come back to you. Only when you leave Sam alone she has too much time to think. Then she begins to assume. So you ended up chasing her for three months. And don’t get me started on the disaster that was your divorce. I can’t believe that you two have practically lived together for twenty years and still don’t know how to communicate with one another.”
“Great, now I’m getting lectured by an eighteen-year-old kid,” Brooke muttered, but she had to admit Mac had a point.
“A wise eighteen-year-old…you don’t grow up Sam and Brooke’s little sister without learning a thing or two. Sometimes I wonder what the two of you would do if I hadn’t come along.”
“Well I’d still have my favorite sweater,” Brooke grumbled. “So oh wisely sage one, what do you suggest I do?”
“Well for one, let the sweater thing go. Two, you can’t let her keep running. It’s been two days already and who knows what she is thinking by now.”
“Fine, I’ll corner her first thing tomorrow.”
“Well, maybe cornering her isn’t smart, especially before she’s had her coffee. Just, you know, get her in a place she can’t easily escape.”
“How is that different than what I just said?” Brooke asked.
“It just is.”
“Right…I swear this had better work.”
“It will work.”
“I hope so, for your sake.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
“Ooo Barbie, because I’m so scared.”
“You should be. Just because you kill on the soccer field, doesn’t mean I can’t still take you down.”
“And the tennis court and the softball field…I’m not a bad volleyball player either.”
“Okay, I get it. You’re a super jock. You’d better be careful though. I have it on authority that chicks dig jocks.”
“Yeah, but I’m not into ‘chicks’ so what does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing, it’s just you’ll be going off to college soon and I know a lot of girls that weren’t ‘into chicks’ before they left home and now, well let’s just say they march proudly in the parades every June.”
“Well, I won’t be one of them.”
“I think the lady doth protest too much.” Brooke loved teasing Mac like this. She didn’t have to be in the room with her to know that her little sister’s face was beet red. After she and Sam had nearly given their parents a heart attack coming out together by announcing they were involved in a relationship, she was sure that all of their hopes were on Mac. But when Mac approached thirteen and still had no interest in boys, Brooke saw her father begin to worry. When Mac started Kennedy and began to get interested in sports, Mike McQueen grew very worried. Mac appeared to only have friends that were girls and Brooke thought that troubled their father the most. Just when Brooke thought he was ready to throw in the towel on his youngest, Mac started dating a guy at the beginning of junior year. Jane chocked the whole thing up to her being a late bloomer. None of them liked him much, but Mike seemed less troubled, almost hopeful. However, Mac dumped the guy three months later and hadn’t seemed interested in anyone else since. Brooke and Sam were sure that it had nothing to do with being a late bloomer and everything to do with an interest in girls instead. They even had a bet running on how soon after she left home it would take her to come out.
“I’m not protesting anything. I don’t care if you believe me. I know it’s not going to happen.”
“I’ll remember that the first time you call me asking for girl advice.”
“Whatever…I’m going to bed.”
Brooke looked over at the clock. It was one o’clock. “Yeah, I should be too if I’m going to try to catch Sam before she leaves.”
“Yeah you better set your alarm for four,” Mac joked. “Good night, Brookie. I love you.”
“Good night, Macky. I love you too.” Brooke flipped her phone shut and rolled over on her side with a sigh. Talking to Mac always made her feel better. Plus now she had a plan. She was going to confront Sam and make her listen. Then she’d make Sam see they belonged together.