White Flag (14/?)
Title: White Flag
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Sam/Brooke...Sam/F..
Summary: This is an AU fic 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 update generous so I'm giving you guys a four part
update. Thank
sheepsus for the big update. She "asked". This fic
isn't actually based on the song. I listened to Dido's "White Flag" after
the fact and thought it would make a good title. This fic was beta'd, as
always, by my wonderful beta Karen who is really great and
encouraging. I love feedback, so feel free to send some my way.
I hope you all enjoy!
Part fourteen
“…as long as there’s breath in my body, I know that I will love you,” was the last thing Brooke heard as she awoke from her dream. She looked around not recognizing where she was. Then she remembered she was in her old room, the room that Sam had moved into when their parents had converted Sam’s old room into a room for Cara. She hadn’t wanted to go home last night. She couldn’t take the thought of going to her big empty apartment. Jane had asked her to stay the night, and Brooke morosely thought it was because the older woman was afraid she’d do something stupid like crash her car into a tree. She wouldn’t have been far off the mark.
It felt like Sam had clawed open her chest and ripped out her heart. Her stomach still burned and all she wanted to do was crawl back under the covers and spend the day in the bed. How could Sam be engaged? How could she be someone else’s wife? What about Brooke? Didn’t fifteen years mean anything to her? Hadn’t it only been three years since they’d gotten divorced? Boy, Sam sure moved on quickly. Must be a McPherson thing. But that wasn’t fair to Jane. She really loved Brooke’s father, and besides, Sam’s father had died.
She threw the covers back and walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the infamous ‘right sink’ and brushed her teeth. She and Sam had never agreed on who got that sink, but she’d had a lot of fun trying to convince the brunette to let her have it. The memory of Sam sitting atop said sink and Brooke’s face buried deep between her thighs crept into her thoughts, and she almost swooned. Get a grip, she chided herself as she headed down to the kitchen. It was thoughts like that that had led to the kiss she’d shared with Sam the previous night.
She heated up some water and searched for the tea bags for her morning cup of tea. The house was still quiet, and Brooke was surprised that no one was awake. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was six o’clock. No wonder no one is awake. She sat at the breakfast bar with her tea and a peach she’d grabbed from the fruit basket. As she sipped her tea, she thought back to the kiss. She wasn’t sure why she’d even kissed Sam. She had just needed to know that Sam still felt something. She’d only meant for it to be a quick kiss, a way to prove to herself that she still had some power over the journalist, that she could still get under her skin. What she hadn’t counted on was her own response to the kiss.
From the very first time their lips ever touched, a fire had burned deep within the blonde. Sam inspired feelings in her that no one ever had, and she’d known that she’d never find that again, which was why she’d never bothered to look. The same couldn’t be said for her ex-wife. Apparently she had found someone else that lit that flame. Or maybe not, Sam had said that trying something new was nice. Nice?! She makes it sound like they’re knitting sweaters, not burning up the sheets! And she could tell that Sam had been just as surprised by her reaction to the kiss as Brooke had been about her own.
“Morning Sis,” Mac grumbled as she walked into the kitchen. Her wavy light brown hair was all over her head and she was wearing ducky pajamas.
“Morning,” Brooke said before taking a sip from her mug.
“How are you feeling?” Mac asked as she walked over to the cabinet that held cereal.
“How would you feel?” Brooke answered quietly.
“Point taken,” Mac said as she grabbed a bowl and came and sat beside her sister. “So are you going to tell me what happened in the bathroom last night that had you brooding on the couch and Sam spooked?”
“What do you think had me brooding on the couch, MacKenzie?” Brooke asked irritated with her younger sister.
“Don’t even try it, Brookie. There was something else going on. I saw you sneaking glances at her when she wasn’t looking. So again I ask, what happened in the bathroom?” Mac asked, her green eyes probing Brooke’s hazel ones.
“Have I ever told you that when Mom was pregnant I really wanted a brother?” Brooke asked, standing up from her seat and walking over to the sink.
“Many times, especially after I ruined your favorite sweater when I put crayons in the washer. So stop avoiding the question.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brooke replied before turning back to washing her mug.
“You know, Sam was right,” Mac stated, taking a bite of cereal.
This caught Brooke’s attention. “Sam was right about what?” Had Sam already told their sister about the kiss?
“You can’t lie for shit.” Mac replied with a smirk.
“I’m not lying about any-”
“Oh Brooke give it up. You know you want to tell me,” Mac said in a singsong voice.
Mac always had this annoying way of getting people to tell her things. She’d inherited Brooke’s charm and Sam’s determination, and had a brand of confidence all her own. It was something that Brooke both admired and envied in her baby sister. It was also the same quality that told Brooke she wasn’t getting out of the kitchen until she told Mac what had happened.
Accepting her fate with a sigh, she turned off the water and turned around to lean against the sink. She gave a dramatic sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. She saw Mac roll her eyes and wait for Brooke to answer. “I kissed Sam. That’s what happened in the bathroom. We kissed.”
If she’d known it was going to make Mac choke on her cereal, she’d have told her sooner. It was worth it to wipe that smug, superior look off Mac’s face if only for a moment.
“You what?!” Mac wheezed in between gasps of air.
“I kissed her,” Brooke stated again, ignoring the little thrill that she got from saying it.
“What? How? Why?” Mac stuttered. Mac’s intelligence and quick whit rivaled that of Sam’s, and sometimes even surpassed it, which made it all the more sweet when a person knocked her off center.
“What do you mean why?”
“You’re right, dumb question. How was it?” Mac asked now that her breathing had returned to normal.
“It was amazing and surprising, but more amazing,” Brooke replied with a big smile.
“Wow, no wonder Sam was so freaked. She and I are going to have a long talk when she gets back from Oregon.”
And with those words, Brooke’s mood dampened again and the smile slid from her face. “Yeah well…”
Mac looked like she wanted to kick herself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. So what are you going to do?”
“What do you mean what am I going to do?”
“I meant, what are you going to do about Sam?”
“What can I do? She’s getting married.”
“Yes, she’s getting married. So what are you going to do? Are you going to fight for her or are you going to cut your loses and move on?”
“What choice do I have?
“Good morning, girls,” Mike McQueen said as he walked into the kitchen. He walked over and placed a kiss on the back of Mac’s head before walking over and kissing Brooke’s cheek.
“Morning, Dad.”
“Good morning, Daddy,” Brooke replied smiling up at her father.
“Look honey, I’m really sorry about last night. I wouldn’t have said…”
“It’s alright, Dad. You didn’t know. Mom explained to me last night. Don’t worry about it,” Brooke said hugging her father again.
“Good, but there is something I want to talk to you about,” he said as he grabbed a mug from behind her.
“Guess that’s my cue to leave. I have to get headed to the mall soon anyway. Yay for Black Friday,” Mac said standing from her seat and taking her bowl as she walked up to her room.
Brooke regarded her father warily. His expression had become serious, and she knew something heavy was weighing on his mind. She studied his face for a moment, surprised by how much it hadn’t changed over the years. Sure he had a few more wrinkles and he was graying, with three wild daughters, she was surprised he wasn’t completely gray, but all in all he was still just as handsome as ever.
“What do you want to talk about, Daddy?”
“Brooke, I don’t know how to begin this,” he said as he started up the coffee maker.
“How about at the beginning?”
“Do you know when you were a little younger than Cara, you went through the same change in eating habits that she did?”
“Yes, I remember,” Brooke answered in confusion.
“I didn’t really think anything of it. I was just so happy that you seemed to be adjusting to your mother not being here,” he stated slowly. Her mother was still a sore subject between them, and she was pretty sure they hadn’t spoken of her in about a year.
“I know, Daddy. I remember. But what does this have to do with-”
"Has Cara been looking a little thin to you lately?” He asked suddenly.
“Maybe, a little, but what does this have to do with Mom leaving and…” Brooke asked in confusion.
Her father looked at her intently and then she understood.
“No Dad, don’t think it. Cara’s not like that. Sam and I went to counseling for over a year after the divorce. And I haven’t abandoned her,” Brooke said defensively.
“I know you haven’t. I’m not accusing you of anything. It’s just, Brooke, she fed me the same lines that you did, and she barely ate dinner.”
“I know Dad, but Mac went through the whole healthy eating craze too. And it didn’t last. Besides she’s upset that I missed her last game, and Sam and I had a huge fight just before then. She’s just been a little depressed.”
“I’m not accusing her of anything. I’m just asking that you be cautious and observant,” her father said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
Brooke couldn’t help but bristle at his words, but she knew he was just concerned. “I know, Daddy. And I will keep an eye on her. But I’m telling you, you’re worried over nothing,” she said kissing him on the cheek, before walking out the room.
Her father was wrong. Cara wasn’t like that. She was just going through a phase. Cara wasn’t like her. She was strong, and Sam wouldn’t let that happen to her. Her father was just worrying for no reason. But she wondered why she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she’d gotten.
-tbc-
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Sam/Brooke...Sam/F..
Summary: This is an AU fic 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 update generous so I'm giving you guys a four part
update. Thank
sheepsus for the big update. She "asked". This fic
isn't actually based on the song. I listened to Dido's "White Flag" after
the fact and thought it would make a good title. This fic was beta'd, as
always, by my wonderful beta Karen who is really great and
encouraging. I love feedback, so feel free to send some my way.
I hope you all enjoy!
Part fourteen
“…as long as there’s breath in my body, I know that I will love you,” was the last thing Brooke heard as she awoke from her dream. She looked around not recognizing where she was. Then she remembered she was in her old room, the room that Sam had moved into when their parents had converted Sam’s old room into a room for Cara. She hadn’t wanted to go home last night. She couldn’t take the thought of going to her big empty apartment. Jane had asked her to stay the night, and Brooke morosely thought it was because the older woman was afraid she’d do something stupid like crash her car into a tree. She wouldn’t have been far off the mark.
It felt like Sam had clawed open her chest and ripped out her heart. Her stomach still burned and all she wanted to do was crawl back under the covers and spend the day in the bed. How could Sam be engaged? How could she be someone else’s wife? What about Brooke? Didn’t fifteen years mean anything to her? Hadn’t it only been three years since they’d gotten divorced? Boy, Sam sure moved on quickly. Must be a McPherson thing. But that wasn’t fair to Jane. She really loved Brooke’s father, and besides, Sam’s father had died.
She threw the covers back and walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the infamous ‘right sink’ and brushed her teeth. She and Sam had never agreed on who got that sink, but she’d had a lot of fun trying to convince the brunette to let her have it. The memory of Sam sitting atop said sink and Brooke’s face buried deep between her thighs crept into her thoughts, and she almost swooned. Get a grip, she chided herself as she headed down to the kitchen. It was thoughts like that that had led to the kiss she’d shared with Sam the previous night.
She heated up some water and searched for the tea bags for her morning cup of tea. The house was still quiet, and Brooke was surprised that no one was awake. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was six o’clock. No wonder no one is awake. She sat at the breakfast bar with her tea and a peach she’d grabbed from the fruit basket. As she sipped her tea, she thought back to the kiss. She wasn’t sure why she’d even kissed Sam. She had just needed to know that Sam still felt something. She’d only meant for it to be a quick kiss, a way to prove to herself that she still had some power over the journalist, that she could still get under her skin. What she hadn’t counted on was her own response to the kiss.
From the very first time their lips ever touched, a fire had burned deep within the blonde. Sam inspired feelings in her that no one ever had, and she’d known that she’d never find that again, which was why she’d never bothered to look. The same couldn’t be said for her ex-wife. Apparently she had found someone else that lit that flame. Or maybe not, Sam had said that trying something new was nice. Nice?! She makes it sound like they’re knitting sweaters, not burning up the sheets! And she could tell that Sam had been just as surprised by her reaction to the kiss as Brooke had been about her own.
“Morning Sis,” Mac grumbled as she walked into the kitchen. Her wavy light brown hair was all over her head and she was wearing ducky pajamas.
“Morning,” Brooke said before taking a sip from her mug.
“How are you feeling?” Mac asked as she walked over to the cabinet that held cereal.
“How would you feel?” Brooke answered quietly.
“Point taken,” Mac said as she grabbed a bowl and came and sat beside her sister. “So are you going to tell me what happened in the bathroom last night that had you brooding on the couch and Sam spooked?”
“What do you think had me brooding on the couch, MacKenzie?” Brooke asked irritated with her younger sister.
“Don’t even try it, Brookie. There was something else going on. I saw you sneaking glances at her when she wasn’t looking. So again I ask, what happened in the bathroom?” Mac asked, her green eyes probing Brooke’s hazel ones.
“Have I ever told you that when Mom was pregnant I really wanted a brother?” Brooke asked, standing up from her seat and walking over to the sink.
“Many times, especially after I ruined your favorite sweater when I put crayons in the washer. So stop avoiding the question.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brooke replied before turning back to washing her mug.
“You know, Sam was right,” Mac stated, taking a bite of cereal.
This caught Brooke’s attention. “Sam was right about what?” Had Sam already told their sister about the kiss?
“You can’t lie for shit.” Mac replied with a smirk.
“I’m not lying about any-”
“Oh Brooke give it up. You know you want to tell me,” Mac said in a singsong voice.
Mac always had this annoying way of getting people to tell her things. She’d inherited Brooke’s charm and Sam’s determination, and had a brand of confidence all her own. It was something that Brooke both admired and envied in her baby sister. It was also the same quality that told Brooke she wasn’t getting out of the kitchen until she told Mac what had happened.
Accepting her fate with a sigh, she turned off the water and turned around to lean against the sink. She gave a dramatic sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. She saw Mac roll her eyes and wait for Brooke to answer. “I kissed Sam. That’s what happened in the bathroom. We kissed.”
If she’d known it was going to make Mac choke on her cereal, she’d have told her sooner. It was worth it to wipe that smug, superior look off Mac’s face if only for a moment.
“You what?!” Mac wheezed in between gasps of air.
“I kissed her,” Brooke stated again, ignoring the little thrill that she got from saying it.
“What? How? Why?” Mac stuttered. Mac’s intelligence and quick whit rivaled that of Sam’s, and sometimes even surpassed it, which made it all the more sweet when a person knocked her off center.
“What do you mean why?”
“You’re right, dumb question. How was it?” Mac asked now that her breathing had returned to normal.
“It was amazing and surprising, but more amazing,” Brooke replied with a big smile.
“Wow, no wonder Sam was so freaked. She and I are going to have a long talk when she gets back from Oregon.”
And with those words, Brooke’s mood dampened again and the smile slid from her face. “Yeah well…”
Mac looked like she wanted to kick herself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. So what are you going to do?”
“What do you mean what am I going to do?”
“I meant, what are you going to do about Sam?”
“What can I do? She’s getting married.”
“Yes, she’s getting married. So what are you going to do? Are you going to fight for her or are you going to cut your loses and move on?”
“What choice do I have?
“Good morning, girls,” Mike McQueen said as he walked into the kitchen. He walked over and placed a kiss on the back of Mac’s head before walking over and kissing Brooke’s cheek.
“Morning, Dad.”
“Good morning, Daddy,” Brooke replied smiling up at her father.
“Look honey, I’m really sorry about last night. I wouldn’t have said…”
“It’s alright, Dad. You didn’t know. Mom explained to me last night. Don’t worry about it,” Brooke said hugging her father again.
“Good, but there is something I want to talk to you about,” he said as he grabbed a mug from behind her.
“Guess that’s my cue to leave. I have to get headed to the mall soon anyway. Yay for Black Friday,” Mac said standing from her seat and taking her bowl as she walked up to her room.
Brooke regarded her father warily. His expression had become serious, and she knew something heavy was weighing on his mind. She studied his face for a moment, surprised by how much it hadn’t changed over the years. Sure he had a few more wrinkles and he was graying, with three wild daughters, she was surprised he wasn’t completely gray, but all in all he was still just as handsome as ever.
“What do you want to talk about, Daddy?”
“Brooke, I don’t know how to begin this,” he said as he started up the coffee maker.
“How about at the beginning?”
“Do you know when you were a little younger than Cara, you went through the same change in eating habits that she did?”
“Yes, I remember,” Brooke answered in confusion.
“I didn’t really think anything of it. I was just so happy that you seemed to be adjusting to your mother not being here,” he stated slowly. Her mother was still a sore subject between them, and she was pretty sure they hadn’t spoken of her in about a year.
“I know, Daddy. I remember. But what does this have to do with-”
"Has Cara been looking a little thin to you lately?” He asked suddenly.
“Maybe, a little, but what does this have to do with Mom leaving and…” Brooke asked in confusion.
Her father looked at her intently and then she understood.
“No Dad, don’t think it. Cara’s not like that. Sam and I went to counseling for over a year after the divorce. And I haven’t abandoned her,” Brooke said defensively.
“I know you haven’t. I’m not accusing you of anything. It’s just, Brooke, she fed me the same lines that you did, and she barely ate dinner.”
“I know Dad, but Mac went through the whole healthy eating craze too. And it didn’t last. Besides she’s upset that I missed her last game, and Sam and I had a huge fight just before then. She’s just been a little depressed.”
“I’m not accusing her of anything. I’m just asking that you be cautious and observant,” her father said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
Brooke couldn’t help but bristle at his words, but she knew he was just concerned. “I know, Daddy. And I will keep an eye on her. But I’m telling you, you’re worried over nothing,” she said kissing him on the cheek, before walking out the room.
Her father was wrong. Cara wasn’t like that. She was just going through a phase. Cara wasn’t like her. She was strong, and Sam wouldn’t let that happen to her. Her father was just worrying for no reason. But she wondered why she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she’d gotten.
-tbc-