Normally, when Sam unpacked, he didn't have any trouble focusing on what he was doing. After all, the only way to make sure that everything was in its exact proper place was to pay attention to where everything was going ( Read more... )

While everyone else had been preparing for a week in the Bahamas, Sam had been getting ready for something else entirely. It was one thing to let himself get distracted with classes, and clubs, and the play - those were his responsibilities, and Peter had always liked that Sam was a responsible person. But spring break was a different story. There ( Read more... )

As much as Sam hated to admit it, he was starting to think that Zoe might have been right while he was wrong. He couldn't stop thinking about how she'd sounded when she said she knew he wasn't all right; he thought he'd been managing to keep himself together better than that, well enough that Zoe and his dad wouldn't worry ( Read more... )

Sam had been worried about Peter all week, and his concern had only gotten worse when he'd learned how Peter and Sylar had met. Today, Sam felt worse than ever, and it was all he could do to keep from packing his things and heading straight for New York. Peter had promised he'd call Sam if he needed help though, and the fact that he hadn't done ( Read more... )

Wednesdays were definitely turning into Sam's most interesting day of classes. He'd been thinking about what Professor Lupin had said at the end of Defense Against the Dark Arts about boggarts, and for a second, he'd been tempted to ask to bow out of the assignment. But really, he was going to have to face his clown problem someday, so it might as ( Read more... )

As much as Sam had teased Dean about finals being easy, it didn't mean he wasn't going to spend as much time preparing for Thursday as he could. He had his notes piled up around him on his bed, and was going through them with a highlighter, one class at a time.

[Door is open!]