Snapshots (BSDF, Ian/ Sam, #5)
Title : Snapshots
Author:
mirra_mirror
Pairing: Samantha Aaron Maddox/Ian Aaron Jerrick
Fandom: The Brightest Stars Die the Fastest
Theme: #5, "Hey, you know..."
Rating: PG-13. Rated for minimal reference to adult content.
Disclaimer: BSDF is a roleplay that I created and Sam is one of my characters. Ian is
chibi0r0’s character and intellectual property. Their appearances are based upon Adam Brody and Arielle Kebbel, but this is a purely fictional work.
---
Ian barged-ass much as the young man could while wearing stilettos-into her room, not three hours after the angry bear accident. She must not have gotten the faulty lock to engage properly.
“So that’s it?”
The blonde apprentice shoved her head further under her pillow, curling in on herself so that the covers appeared to swallow her whole. “Just go away.” Her voice was more of a weepy plea than anything else, the polar opposite of Sam’s usual conviction. She should have known that she could never get rid of the transvestite so easily.
“You have one bad day and you hole yourself up in here? That isn’t the Sam I know.”
Suddenly Samantha was bolt upright in bed, giving a look that could almost kill, despite her puffy eyes. “Well that Sam had never been almost eaten by a fucking bear!” The look on his face-pity and something close to frustration-only made it worse. She’d almost died! Today was easily on of the worst days of her life: Cadence had been missing for more than three days, she couldn’t get her abilities under control at all and then an animal tried to maul her in the middle of a rehearsal! Now, to top it all off, her best friend was frustrated with her about ditching the ringmaster?
There was a moment where Ian looked set to just shake his head and leave the room, as if she just wasn’t getting something. He’d done so a few times, usually when the young woman’s hormones were so whacked that she bordered on the irrational. Instead, he shut the door behind him and settled onto the bed, his hand falling onto her ankle. Any higher, and he’d hit one of the gigantic bruises that now graced her lower body, formed when the grizzly bowled her over onto the ground and the ring’s wall. He seemed to know this, and gently stroked the spot, looking sympathetic.
With just that switch of expression, the hormonal teen felt the fight slip out of her and leave nothing but discontent. There was only a whimper as a warning, and Ian suddenly had a blond wrapped around his neck, sobbing her little brains out into his blouse. Rubbing at her back, he cuddled her closer, making little shushing sounds when she wasn’t babbling. This was more than just one bad day, he realized. This was worry over family, pressure to grow up too quickly and frustration over her own powers not fulfilling that need, all bottled together by hormones that made her whacky. She needed an outlet, but was not allowed to find the usual teen options.
“You’ll be okay, hun.” The words were muttered into her hair, but held so much conviction and faith that Sam found herself clinging to them like a life preserver.
---
She woke up, the day after her little ‘mistake,’ curled up with Ian. She’d been very very drunk and very very belligerent. For a while, that was all that she could really remember, and she spent a few confused moments in bed with her best friend, trying to figure out why she was in a strange bedroom. But, eventually, parts filtered back to her, through the fog of one killer hangover.
By the time Ian came around, Sam was just about in a fit of pain and panic. She’d done that with some random guy that she had never met before! She’d yelled at Ian and ignored Cadence and now… now she couldn’t remember if there had been a condom involved or not. Ian had found her in the bathroom-she mildly remembered the guy going back to the party, then her freaking out after her drunken mind had realized what the hell had just occurred-and must have taken her up to one of the rooms to sleep it off.
Right about now, she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. She was a slut! A slut that deserved everything that she got and sure as hell didn’t deserve the best friend that was pulling her into a hug. How could she face anyone after this? How many of them knew that she’d proved herself to be a stupid, irresponsible nitwit?
Ian, apparently understanding the sheer horror that was rushing through the girl next to him, quickly shushed her. His voice-as always-was truthful and sure as he murmured encouragement that, somehow, gave her a little bit of illogical hope. “We’ll figure it out, Sam. You’ll be okay.”
---
Sam wobbled and tipped, her feet falling out to the side in a feeble attempt at stopping the fall. The contortionist, though, had other ideas, and quickly grabbed hold of the handlebars. With a surprising amount of strength, Ian righted his friend and laughed. “I can’t believe that you’re eighteen and don’t know how to ride a bike.”
“Shut up!” Her voice was far less than sure as she tried to take the weight off her arms and settle further onto her butt. “I was born in a hilly area and raised on a train. This isn’t my fault.” She was embarrassed, but Ian’s laughter was contagious.
Still, after trying a good dozen times, the new ringmaster was ready to quit. She didn’t need to ride a bike, anyway! They had rented one while visiting Austin, mostly because it seemed to be the ‘it’ thing to do. The rest of the biking group had headed off, oblivious to the fact that Sam had dawdled behind.
Ian, as always, saw that she hadn’t even paid for the rental yet, and had broached the subject. They soon ended up with their bikes in a flat parking lot, in the middle of an impromptu bike riding lesson.
“No, come on, you can do this.” His laughter had faded by this time. “I got you, okay?” Seeing his earnestness, Samantha took a deep breath and reset herself. With a kick, the ringmaster was wobbling forward with her best friend supporting the metal monstrosity. Once she stayed up for longer than five seconds, the contortionist let go.
Sam fell-hard-but got right back up again. They’d have to go through the whole process for at least another hour before she actually got the motion, but the blond never tried to give up again.
---
The boxes were overwhelming, and Sam was buried behind a stack of them, trying to sort out the labels. How in the hell were they going to manage this? Her boyfriend owned more clothing than she did, and they needed to invest in a bed that was larger than a twin. There wasn’t any room!
Ian had to stand back and shake his head at the enormity of the task ahead of him, laughing at the entire situation. He was moving into Sam’s compartment, slowly transitioning into ‘definitely permanent.’ They weren’t ready for a double compartment-they would have to remodel an entire train car for that-but they needed their own space together. Besides, Cadence’s head was going to pop off if he kept seeing Sam sneaking back to her compartment with her hair mused and shirt inside-out.
Bringing coffee and breakfast, Ian left the doorway and shoved his way into the room, laughing at the way he could barely see his girlfriend. The girl in question groaned and jokingly banged her head against the box in front of her, labeled ‘Drawer 4-6.’ He set the offerings down on a different box and came up behind the blond, wrapping his arms around her to stop the motion. “Don’t worry, we’ll manage it.”
She knew that they could, and though he was half-joking when he said it, his comment renewed her drive. It didn’t stop her from wanting to murder him, though, when he brought in three new boxes of ‘mandatory’ shoes.
---
Where the fuck was Ian? The doctors hadn’t let her husband into the room yet, and Sam felt her terror all but triple. The birth had gone wrong and they had carted her off for an emergency cesarean. A burly nurse had shoved Ian back and told him to follow someone else.
The ringmaster had wanted to object, but had lost her voice somewhere between the sheer exhaustion, pain and utter terror. Or maybe it was all because of the drugs. Yeah, that seemed about right. She was half delusional, anyway. They had said that they had made the first incision, but she couldn’t feel it.
She could, however, feel them tugging around on her insides. Though it wasn’t painful, the feeling was making her sick and panicky and… where was Ian? They had only just started, but she wanted him there and had no idea where he was. The issue was that, with the curtain hiding her lower half and her body kept in an exact position, the blond couldn’t really see anything that was going on. Eventually, she just screwed her eyes shut and tried not to hurl.
It could have been hours later-it was really only a minute or so-when she suddenly felt lips brushing at her forehead, smoothing back sweaty bangs. He looked as shaky as a leaf, still utterly terrified from the initial panic-their baby boy had crushed his umbilical cord somehow, and his vitals quickly degraded-that had sent her into surgery. With a shuddering sort of murmur, he kept talking into her hair. “You can do this, babe. We’ll be okay.” Sam found herself nodding along, despite her fear.
---
Sam used up her week’s ‘kid free time’ by redoing her old corkboard. It had been cluttered over the years and was in dire need of attention. So, as her son and daughter played with the other second-generation circus members, the ringmaster pulled down all of the photos and redecorated.
Older members that were no longer around remained, but they were quickly outnumbered by pictures of the circus’ current crew. There were family members posing together, mass holiday snapshots and kid pictures. She pinned them all up sporadically, using ribbon boarders, key chains and other trinkets to make it feel more like a scrapbook. There was a peacock-feather fan from their wedding, pinned near one of the pictures from the event. Other wedding photos dotted around the board, mixed with birthdays and delivery rooms. There was one of Meeky riding an elephant, just overlapping a corner of Anissa and Willow, holding their new-very blond-baby girl. That one was the newest of them all.
The last photo was going up-a shot of Sam, Ian and Cadence with the previous ringmaster-when the blonde’s husband wandered into their double compartment, the clack of heels giving away his identity. The contortionist grinned and wrapped his arms around Sam from behind, surveying her handiwork. Ian reached out to touch a photo from the night of his proposal, then snorted with laughter as he noticed a picture of Erla, throwing water balloons at Joseph. That one had been Willow’s doing, the clown wanting to prove that-for once-he hadn’t been the one to do it.
“It looks good.” There was a smile in his voice as her husband rested his chin on her shoulder. He then tapped one particular photo-next to Canton and Scarlet’s smiling faces-that stopped any sort of retort. “Look at how little we were! And my hair! I can’t believe you all let me run around with it like that!”It was a picture of Sam and Ian, next to the grizzly bear that had knocked the then-apprentice onto the ground with a mean spirited charge.
The ringmaster had, upon the young teen’s return after storming off, made the day a lesson in brushing off the unexpected. He then proceeded in forcing Sam to sit with the bear and have her photo taken, while he took an exceedingly long time trying to figure out how the camera actually worked. Ian had jumped in for moral support only a few moments before the actual photo was taken.
At that time, Sam had been absolutely miserable. But the photo still sparked a realization: if Ian hadn’t encouraged her, she would have never returned for that lesson. He didn’t have to be in that picture with a pissed-off bear, either. Actually, now that she really thought about it, Ian did a lot of things that he didn’t need to do for her. Had she ever thanked him for it? She didn’t remember doing so, and that was something that needed serious correction.
“Hey, you know…” The blond stopped, fingering a photo-a Halloween shot of an older blond boy dressed as a princess and a curly haired brunette girl dressed as a dragon-with a little smile on her face as she thought of what she needed to say. He gave her middle a little squeeze, wondering why she seemed to be stuck on her own words. “You know that I couldn’t have done any of this without you, right?”
Author:
mirra_mirror
Pairing: Samantha Aaron Maddox/Ian Aaron Jerrick
Fandom: The Brightest Stars Die the Fastest
Theme: #5, "Hey, you know..."
Rating: PG-13. Rated for minimal reference to adult content.
Disclaimer: BSDF is a roleplay that I created and Sam is one of my characters. Ian is
chibi0r0’s character and intellectual property. Their appearances are based upon Adam Brody and Arielle Kebbel, but this is a purely fictional work.
---
Ian barged-ass much as the young man could while wearing stilettos-into her room, not three hours after the angry bear accident. She must not have gotten the faulty lock to engage properly.
“So that’s it?”
The blonde apprentice shoved her head further under her pillow, curling in on herself so that the covers appeared to swallow her whole. “Just go away.” Her voice was more of a weepy plea than anything else, the polar opposite of Sam’s usual conviction. She should have known that she could never get rid of the transvestite so easily.
“You have one bad day and you hole yourself up in here? That isn’t the Sam I know.”
Suddenly Samantha was bolt upright in bed, giving a look that could almost kill, despite her puffy eyes. “Well that Sam had never been almost eaten by a fucking bear!” The look on his face-pity and something close to frustration-only made it worse. She’d almost died! Today was easily on of the worst days of her life: Cadence had been missing for more than three days, she couldn’t get her abilities under control at all and then an animal tried to maul her in the middle of a rehearsal! Now, to top it all off, her best friend was frustrated with her about ditching the ringmaster?
There was a moment where Ian looked set to just shake his head and leave the room, as if she just wasn’t getting something. He’d done so a few times, usually when the young woman’s hormones were so whacked that she bordered on the irrational. Instead, he shut the door behind him and settled onto the bed, his hand falling onto her ankle. Any higher, and he’d hit one of the gigantic bruises that now graced her lower body, formed when the grizzly bowled her over onto the ground and the ring’s wall. He seemed to know this, and gently stroked the spot, looking sympathetic.
With just that switch of expression, the hormonal teen felt the fight slip out of her and leave nothing but discontent. There was only a whimper as a warning, and Ian suddenly had a blond wrapped around his neck, sobbing her little brains out into his blouse. Rubbing at her back, he cuddled her closer, making little shushing sounds when she wasn’t babbling. This was more than just one bad day, he realized. This was worry over family, pressure to grow up too quickly and frustration over her own powers not fulfilling that need, all bottled together by hormones that made her whacky. She needed an outlet, but was not allowed to find the usual teen options.
“You’ll be okay, hun.” The words were muttered into her hair, but held so much conviction and faith that Sam found herself clinging to them like a life preserver.
---
She woke up, the day after her little ‘mistake,’ curled up with Ian. She’d been very very drunk and very very belligerent. For a while, that was all that she could really remember, and she spent a few confused moments in bed with her best friend, trying to figure out why she was in a strange bedroom. But, eventually, parts filtered back to her, through the fog of one killer hangover.
By the time Ian came around, Sam was just about in a fit of pain and panic. She’d done that with some random guy that she had never met before! She’d yelled at Ian and ignored Cadence and now… now she couldn’t remember if there had been a condom involved or not. Ian had found her in the bathroom-she mildly remembered the guy going back to the party, then her freaking out after her drunken mind had realized what the hell had just occurred-and must have taken her up to one of the rooms to sleep it off.
Right about now, she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. She was a slut! A slut that deserved everything that she got and sure as hell didn’t deserve the best friend that was pulling her into a hug. How could she face anyone after this? How many of them knew that she’d proved herself to be a stupid, irresponsible nitwit?
Ian, apparently understanding the sheer horror that was rushing through the girl next to him, quickly shushed her. His voice-as always-was truthful and sure as he murmured encouragement that, somehow, gave her a little bit of illogical hope. “We’ll figure it out, Sam. You’ll be okay.”
---
Sam wobbled and tipped, her feet falling out to the side in a feeble attempt at stopping the fall. The contortionist, though, had other ideas, and quickly grabbed hold of the handlebars. With a surprising amount of strength, Ian righted his friend and laughed. “I can’t believe that you’re eighteen and don’t know how to ride a bike.”
“Shut up!” Her voice was far less than sure as she tried to take the weight off her arms and settle further onto her butt. “I was born in a hilly area and raised on a train. This isn’t my fault.” She was embarrassed, but Ian’s laughter was contagious.
Still, after trying a good dozen times, the new ringmaster was ready to quit. She didn’t need to ride a bike, anyway! They had rented one while visiting Austin, mostly because it seemed to be the ‘it’ thing to do. The rest of the biking group had headed off, oblivious to the fact that Sam had dawdled behind.
Ian, as always, saw that she hadn’t even paid for the rental yet, and had broached the subject. They soon ended up with their bikes in a flat parking lot, in the middle of an impromptu bike riding lesson.
“No, come on, you can do this.” His laughter had faded by this time. “I got you, okay?” Seeing his earnestness, Samantha took a deep breath and reset herself. With a kick, the ringmaster was wobbling forward with her best friend supporting the metal monstrosity. Once she stayed up for longer than five seconds, the contortionist let go.
Sam fell-hard-but got right back up again. They’d have to go through the whole process for at least another hour before she actually got the motion, but the blond never tried to give up again.
---
The boxes were overwhelming, and Sam was buried behind a stack of them, trying to sort out the labels. How in the hell were they going to manage this? Her boyfriend owned more clothing than she did, and they needed to invest in a bed that was larger than a twin. There wasn’t any room!
Ian had to stand back and shake his head at the enormity of the task ahead of him, laughing at the entire situation. He was moving into Sam’s compartment, slowly transitioning into ‘definitely permanent.’ They weren’t ready for a double compartment-they would have to remodel an entire train car for that-but they needed their own space together. Besides, Cadence’s head was going to pop off if he kept seeing Sam sneaking back to her compartment with her hair mused and shirt inside-out.
Bringing coffee and breakfast, Ian left the doorway and shoved his way into the room, laughing at the way he could barely see his girlfriend. The girl in question groaned and jokingly banged her head against the box in front of her, labeled ‘Drawer 4-6.’ He set the offerings down on a different box and came up behind the blond, wrapping his arms around her to stop the motion. “Don’t worry, we’ll manage it.”
She knew that they could, and though he was half-joking when he said it, his comment renewed her drive. It didn’t stop her from wanting to murder him, though, when he brought in three new boxes of ‘mandatory’ shoes.
---
Where the fuck was Ian? The doctors hadn’t let her husband into the room yet, and Sam felt her terror all but triple. The birth had gone wrong and they had carted her off for an emergency cesarean. A burly nurse had shoved Ian back and told him to follow someone else.
The ringmaster had wanted to object, but had lost her voice somewhere between the sheer exhaustion, pain and utter terror. Or maybe it was all because of the drugs. Yeah, that seemed about right. She was half delusional, anyway. They had said that they had made the first incision, but she couldn’t feel it.
She could, however, feel them tugging around on her insides. Though it wasn’t painful, the feeling was making her sick and panicky and… where was Ian? They had only just started, but she wanted him there and had no idea where he was. The issue was that, with the curtain hiding her lower half and her body kept in an exact position, the blond couldn’t really see anything that was going on. Eventually, she just screwed her eyes shut and tried not to hurl.
It could have been hours later-it was really only a minute or so-when she suddenly felt lips brushing at her forehead, smoothing back sweaty bangs. He looked as shaky as a leaf, still utterly terrified from the initial panic-their baby boy had crushed his umbilical cord somehow, and his vitals quickly degraded-that had sent her into surgery. With a shuddering sort of murmur, he kept talking into her hair. “You can do this, babe. We’ll be okay.” Sam found herself nodding along, despite her fear.
---
Sam used up her week’s ‘kid free time’ by redoing her old corkboard. It had been cluttered over the years and was in dire need of attention. So, as her son and daughter played with the other second-generation circus members, the ringmaster pulled down all of the photos and redecorated.
Older members that were no longer around remained, but they were quickly outnumbered by pictures of the circus’ current crew. There were family members posing together, mass holiday snapshots and kid pictures. She pinned them all up sporadically, using ribbon boarders, key chains and other trinkets to make it feel more like a scrapbook. There was a peacock-feather fan from their wedding, pinned near one of the pictures from the event. Other wedding photos dotted around the board, mixed with birthdays and delivery rooms. There was one of Meeky riding an elephant, just overlapping a corner of Anissa and Willow, holding their new-very blond-baby girl. That one was the newest of them all.
The last photo was going up-a shot of Sam, Ian and Cadence with the previous ringmaster-when the blonde’s husband wandered into their double compartment, the clack of heels giving away his identity. The contortionist grinned and wrapped his arms around Sam from behind, surveying her handiwork. Ian reached out to touch a photo from the night of his proposal, then snorted with laughter as he noticed a picture of Erla, throwing water balloons at Joseph. That one had been Willow’s doing, the clown wanting to prove that-for once-he hadn’t been the one to do it.
“It looks good.” There was a smile in his voice as her husband rested his chin on her shoulder. He then tapped one particular photo-next to Canton and Scarlet’s smiling faces-that stopped any sort of retort. “Look at how little we were! And my hair! I can’t believe you all let me run around with it like that!”It was a picture of Sam and Ian, next to the grizzly bear that had knocked the then-apprentice onto the ground with a mean spirited charge.
The ringmaster had, upon the young teen’s return after storming off, made the day a lesson in brushing off the unexpected. He then proceeded in forcing Sam to sit with the bear and have her photo taken, while he took an exceedingly long time trying to figure out how the camera actually worked. Ian had jumped in for moral support only a few moments before the actual photo was taken.
At that time, Sam had been absolutely miserable. But the photo still sparked a realization: if Ian hadn’t encouraged her, she would have never returned for that lesson. He didn’t have to be in that picture with a pissed-off bear, either. Actually, now that she really thought about it, Ian did a lot of things that he didn’t need to do for her. Had she ever thanked him for it? She didn’t remember doing so, and that was something that needed serious correction.
“Hey, you know…” The blond stopped, fingering a photo-a Halloween shot of an older blond boy dressed as a princess and a curly haired brunette girl dressed as a dragon-with a little smile on her face as she thought of what she needed to say. He gave her middle a little squeeze, wondering why she seemed to be stuck on her own words. “You know that I couldn’t have done any of this without you, right?”