Fever [2/3]
Title: Fever [2/3]
Author:
sevenbee
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Alan/Sam
Spoilers: None... I think.
Warnings: Again, no idea.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it's something I have to work on.
Summary: Post Legacy. Sam begins to notice slight similarities between Tron and Alan, so much so, that he becomes slightly obsessed
Word Count: 2,723
Notes: Written for
blackiesdungeon who asked so very nicely and gave me a mega plot bunnie I could not turn down. Also she feed my muses and kept them Trickster happy. There is also a pre-series accompanying this story, but I will upload that when I finish this story first.
His heart races in his chest.
His eyes are wide and his mouth is an open flap.
His suit pants… are becoming way too tight.
Sam can’t believe what his bearing witness to, anyone in this situation, watching this certain man, doing something that a man his age really shouldn’t would not believe it. Alan Bradley, chairman of ENCOM, father figure (and half a dozen other formal titles) is standing in the middle of the car park, holding one of his aggressors by the lapels of the aggressor’s jacket. The older man doesn’t seem at all shaken by this experience, instead his seems… angry. Nothing new, but still.
What Alan does next has Sam rubbing at his eyes. Maybe his in the Grid, watching Tron fight and his obsession has just clouded his vision. That has to be it, because his Alan would never be caught dead doing this. After years of trying to get the young Flynn to stray away from violence, he would never do this himself.
Sam takes to rubbing at his eyes again just to make himself sure that he really is seeing the older man. Well, his vision doesn’t fail him when the aggressor’s nose breaks and he shouts with pain, falling to his knees in front of Alan, holding the broken bone with his hand. Alan’s towering over him, leaning down close like he’s going to bite the man’s face off.
Instead, his speaking, or rather snarling a demand with the undercurrent of a growl. And in his voice… Sam really wish he had been wearing lose pants at this stage.
“Should I ask what this is about?” The chairman asked the aggressor. Obvious the man in his clutches is frightened because he hesitates in his action before answering the question.
“D-Dillinger.” Sam hears him stutter out. And now, his getting angry which reflects in Alan’s face, he can see it plain as day, but there’s something else. Something that hurts the young Flynn. It looks like betrayal. It makes him want to come out of his hiding place, wrap his arms around Alan and tell him that everything’s going to be fine. They could make a phone call to the police, get Dillinger arrested on attempted murder by organisation.
He can’t, he can’t possibly let Alan know his been spying, because then he’d have to tell Alan everything else that he’s been doing. Comparing and stalking that even the Chairman might call the cops on him. He just can’t risk it. And for someone whose middle name became ‘risk’, this is one he can’t do.
Alan shoves the attacker down, still wearing a glare of anger. “Tell Dillinger, his plan didn’t work.” Those were Alan Bradley’s last words before he walked towards his car, got in and drove away. Sam would be impressed by the skid marks he left behind if it weren’t for the situation.
{----}
The next day at work was quiet. Alan refused to see anyone, including Sam which didn’t settle well with the Flynn. But Alan knew that which is why he had sent a note to Sam’s office.
‘Sam,
I know how hard it is for you to follow rules or any of my requests, but this one I want you to follow. Please, do not come see me today. I’m feeling ill and as much as I would love you to cook me your burnt chicken-noodle soup and sit through another marathon of Transformers, your cure isn’t going to work this time.
Alan.’
It was utter bullshit, Sam read it over and over again finding some left out minor detail that could send him straight to the chairman’s office. From studying it, there’s nothing. Alan had made it short on purpose so he couldn’t find anything wrong with it. And better yet, Alan had dumped all the clients on him; after all, he was CEO.
That meant, Sam worked for a full day without messing around for the first time in his life.
Of course, that was how is day was meant to be spent until he ran into Ed Dillinger, Jr. in the hall. He was standing outside of Alan’s office, arguing with Alan’s assistant. By the way his tone is, his angry that Alan refuses to see anyone and that for Sam, well he couldn’t really help himself, now could he?
“Fuck off, Junior!” Sam shouted, not really using an inside voice and it made the business men and women all look at him with shocked eyes. Really, shocked? They should expect something like this, after all, he was a Flynn.
“Oh, Flynn, please do go away, none of this concerns you.” Junior replied, rolling his head to the side to look at him.
“Really? Because your screaming at Ellie here like she did something wrong personally against you. What happened? She didn’t want to touch your herbies?” That earned a growl from Junior, and finally he swung his entire body to face Sam. He looked like a puffed out pigeon.
“Not after I told her that I got it from you because we shared the same cubicle.”
Sam laughs, bitterly and loud. “That’s the best you got? Man, I am going to enjoy breaking your nose. Especially after what you planned to do to Alan last night.”
“And what was that, Sam? Enlighten us.” Junior opens his arms out in a clear invitation. A challenge that his not going to back down from.
“Those guys you sent to beat up Alan in the car park. Don’t look so fucking innocent. You know Alan is always the last one to leave, that’s why you chose to do it when he was the only one in the car park. I’m guessing you being a bitch is because Alan surprised us all and broke one of their noses. The thing is, you honestly don’t know how screwed you are. Alan actually thought you could make it in this business and not just because of your father. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he does hate you. But he actually trusted you on some level.
And look what you did, just because he disagreed with you in the board meeting last week, you’re really going to ship is ass off? I knew there was a reason why I was trying to get Alan to fire you!” At this point, Sam doesn’t realise his beginning to shout, Alan’s right on the other side of the door, possibly listening to every word. Right now, he couldn’t care less.
“Alan should have called the cops after that shit, but I know why he didn’t. His going to give you a choice, and I fucking hate that his going to do it! But you know what? I hate your fucking guts more than he does and I’m going to agree with him if he gives you another choice. As much as I hate you, I love Alan more too not disappointment him. It took me a whole week to realise that I’ll stand by whatever choice he makes and that includes you!”
Junior’s just staring at him, mouth open and frozen in place. That is until he darts forward, tackling Sam to the ground and attempting to connect his knuckles with Sam’s face. There both yelling in coherent words, even to Sam he can’t understand what either of them are saying. Cussing with screams of pain as each blow connects to their faces.
Who knows how long their rolling on the floor, trying to rip each other to shreds before there’s a low tumbling voice that breaks them both apart. “Flynn! Dillinger!” It’s Alan, Sam knows before he looks up and sees the anger on the man’s face. There’s no undercurrent of betrayal, instead, disappointment. He knows who that is directed out.
“Before I call security to kick you both out, want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Alan’s got his hands on his hips, eyes darting between both of them. Junior’s not going to answer and neither is Sam. They get to their feet and stare, shameful at Alan, begging for forgiveness.
“Sam?” Alan questions and why does he always have to ask him first.
“Just a misunderstanding.” He replies with a muttering tone.
Alan doesn’t buy a jar of it, it’s clear in the way the man survey’s him. “Both of you pack your things for the day and leave.”
Before either one have a chance to question, Alan returns to his office, slamming the door shut behind him. Junior and Sam are left staring at each other, quietly moving away from the scene where the workers have gathered to watch and stare. Sam goes back to his office, packs his things up for the day and goes home. Guilt stricken in his gut.
{----}
He gets home; he puts in a microwave dinner in the microwave and crashes to his couch. The TV blaring in the background without him really caring for whats happened. He just can’t help feel like he fucked up somewhere. But another half doesn’t care. He stuck up for Alan and if the older man was going to be pissed, so be it. Like he really could care.
The problem is though, he does. The stupid obsession that had him stalking the his surrogate father had forced feelings that he has never felt for Alan before. There new and not unpleasant, but they make him horny every five seconds when Alan’s around. He hasn’t been that aroused since he was a teenager and he was finally with a girl that he knew was more than willing to put-out.
“Alan, it’s rude to stare.” Sam mumbles, feeling the chairman’s presence behind him.
“I wouldn’t, but I’m afraid if I look at you funny you’d turn into an ape from the zoo.” Alan moved from the doorway, stepping into the kitchen and taking the burning microwave dinner out and then walking over to the couch. “You know I want a proper answer on what happened before.” He said, dropping the dinner to the coffee table in front of Sam.
He stretched in front of him, taking it and ripping the paper off the top before he shoved a fork full into his mouth. “Do I ‘ave to?” He said around his food. Alan’s look was enough of an answer. With a hard swallow, he opened his mouth to answer. “Junior was being dick.”
“That’s normal for him, but I heard what you said to him… more like, yelled at him. You saw what happened in the garage?”
“Yeah, I did. Fuck, Alan, you should have rang the cops, not just left one of them with a broken nose.” Sam complained.
“Sam,” Alan sighed. “I don’t want any trouble with ENCOM, I took care of it.”
“You did, yeah, but still. I know you; you’re going to give Dillinger a chance to correct his wrong. That guy deserves his ass handed to him.”
“Look, I understand and know how you feel about Junior. But I heard what you said, the way you said it. There was something there that’s been bugging me. I… you said you would stand by me through anything. You also said that it took you a week?” Alan finally sits down on a garden chair that was behind him, running his hand through his white hair. Like his trying to force more words at.
“I’ve pretended not to notice, but you’ve been looking at me, really looking at me. And the way you look at me it’s like you’re trying to figure something out. But then it changes to something darker, something I’ve only ever seen in Lora’s eyes before our problems. And… it frightens me, because this… Sam, whatever you’re trying to get our relationship to be. It… can’t happen.”
Author:
sevenbee
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Alan/Sam
Spoilers: None... I think.
Warnings: Again, no idea.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it's something I have to work on.
Summary: Post Legacy. Sam begins to notice slight similarities between Tron and Alan, so much so, that he becomes slightly obsessed
Word Count: 2,723
Notes: Written for
blackiesdungeon who asked so very nicely and gave me a mega plot bunnie I could not turn down. Also she feed my muses and kept them Trickster happy. There is also a pre-series accompanying this story, but I will upload that when I finish this story first.
His heart races in his chest.
His eyes are wide and his mouth is an open flap.
His suit pants… are becoming way too tight.
Sam can’t believe what his bearing witness to, anyone in this situation, watching this certain man, doing something that a man his age really shouldn’t would not believe it. Alan Bradley, chairman of ENCOM, father figure (and half a dozen other formal titles) is standing in the middle of the car park, holding one of his aggressors by the lapels of the aggressor’s jacket. The older man doesn’t seem at all shaken by this experience, instead his seems… angry. Nothing new, but still.
What Alan does next has Sam rubbing at his eyes. Maybe his in the Grid, watching Tron fight and his obsession has just clouded his vision. That has to be it, because his Alan would never be caught dead doing this. After years of trying to get the young Flynn to stray away from violence, he would never do this himself.
Sam takes to rubbing at his eyes again just to make himself sure that he really is seeing the older man. Well, his vision doesn’t fail him when the aggressor’s nose breaks and he shouts with pain, falling to his knees in front of Alan, holding the broken bone with his hand. Alan’s towering over him, leaning down close like he’s going to bite the man’s face off.
Instead, his speaking, or rather snarling a demand with the undercurrent of a growl. And in his voice… Sam really wish he had been wearing lose pants at this stage.
“Should I ask what this is about?” The chairman asked the aggressor. Obvious the man in his clutches is frightened because he hesitates in his action before answering the question.
“D-Dillinger.” Sam hears him stutter out. And now, his getting angry which reflects in Alan’s face, he can see it plain as day, but there’s something else. Something that hurts the young Flynn. It looks like betrayal. It makes him want to come out of his hiding place, wrap his arms around Alan and tell him that everything’s going to be fine. They could make a phone call to the police, get Dillinger arrested on attempted murder by organisation.
He can’t, he can’t possibly let Alan know his been spying, because then he’d have to tell Alan everything else that he’s been doing. Comparing and stalking that even the Chairman might call the cops on him. He just can’t risk it. And for someone whose middle name became ‘risk’, this is one he can’t do.
Alan shoves the attacker down, still wearing a glare of anger. “Tell Dillinger, his plan didn’t work.” Those were Alan Bradley’s last words before he walked towards his car, got in and drove away. Sam would be impressed by the skid marks he left behind if it weren’t for the situation.
{----}
The next day at work was quiet. Alan refused to see anyone, including Sam which didn’t settle well with the Flynn. But Alan knew that which is why he had sent a note to Sam’s office.
‘Sam,
I know how hard it is for you to follow rules or any of my requests, but this one I want you to follow. Please, do not come see me today. I’m feeling ill and as much as I would love you to cook me your burnt chicken-noodle soup and sit through another marathon of Transformers, your cure isn’t going to work this time.
Alan.’
It was utter bullshit, Sam read it over and over again finding some left out minor detail that could send him straight to the chairman’s office. From studying it, there’s nothing. Alan had made it short on purpose so he couldn’t find anything wrong with it. And better yet, Alan had dumped all the clients on him; after all, he was CEO.
That meant, Sam worked for a full day without messing around for the first time in his life.
Of course, that was how is day was meant to be spent until he ran into Ed Dillinger, Jr. in the hall. He was standing outside of Alan’s office, arguing with Alan’s assistant. By the way his tone is, his angry that Alan refuses to see anyone and that for Sam, well he couldn’t really help himself, now could he?
“Fuck off, Junior!” Sam shouted, not really using an inside voice and it made the business men and women all look at him with shocked eyes. Really, shocked? They should expect something like this, after all, he was a Flynn.
“Oh, Flynn, please do go away, none of this concerns you.” Junior replied, rolling his head to the side to look at him.
“Really? Because your screaming at Ellie here like she did something wrong personally against you. What happened? She didn’t want to touch your herbies?” That earned a growl from Junior, and finally he swung his entire body to face Sam. He looked like a puffed out pigeon.
“Not after I told her that I got it from you because we shared the same cubicle.”
Sam laughs, bitterly and loud. “That’s the best you got? Man, I am going to enjoy breaking your nose. Especially after what you planned to do to Alan last night.”
“And what was that, Sam? Enlighten us.” Junior opens his arms out in a clear invitation. A challenge that his not going to back down from.
“Those guys you sent to beat up Alan in the car park. Don’t look so fucking innocent. You know Alan is always the last one to leave, that’s why you chose to do it when he was the only one in the car park. I’m guessing you being a bitch is because Alan surprised us all and broke one of their noses. The thing is, you honestly don’t know how screwed you are. Alan actually thought you could make it in this business and not just because of your father. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he does hate you. But he actually trusted you on some level.
And look what you did, just because he disagreed with you in the board meeting last week, you’re really going to ship is ass off? I knew there was a reason why I was trying to get Alan to fire you!” At this point, Sam doesn’t realise his beginning to shout, Alan’s right on the other side of the door, possibly listening to every word. Right now, he couldn’t care less.
“Alan should have called the cops after that shit, but I know why he didn’t. His going to give you a choice, and I fucking hate that his going to do it! But you know what? I hate your fucking guts more than he does and I’m going to agree with him if he gives you another choice. As much as I hate you, I love Alan more too not disappointment him. It took me a whole week to realise that I’ll stand by whatever choice he makes and that includes you!”
Junior’s just staring at him, mouth open and frozen in place. That is until he darts forward, tackling Sam to the ground and attempting to connect his knuckles with Sam’s face. There both yelling in coherent words, even to Sam he can’t understand what either of them are saying. Cussing with screams of pain as each blow connects to their faces.
Who knows how long their rolling on the floor, trying to rip each other to shreds before there’s a low tumbling voice that breaks them both apart. “Flynn! Dillinger!” It’s Alan, Sam knows before he looks up and sees the anger on the man’s face. There’s no undercurrent of betrayal, instead, disappointment. He knows who that is directed out.
“Before I call security to kick you both out, want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Alan’s got his hands on his hips, eyes darting between both of them. Junior’s not going to answer and neither is Sam. They get to their feet and stare, shameful at Alan, begging for forgiveness.
“Sam?” Alan questions and why does he always have to ask him first.
“Just a misunderstanding.” He replies with a muttering tone.
Alan doesn’t buy a jar of it, it’s clear in the way the man survey’s him. “Both of you pack your things for the day and leave.”
Before either one have a chance to question, Alan returns to his office, slamming the door shut behind him. Junior and Sam are left staring at each other, quietly moving away from the scene where the workers have gathered to watch and stare. Sam goes back to his office, packs his things up for the day and goes home. Guilt stricken in his gut.
{----}
He gets home; he puts in a microwave dinner in the microwave and crashes to his couch. The TV blaring in the background without him really caring for whats happened. He just can’t help feel like he fucked up somewhere. But another half doesn’t care. He stuck up for Alan and if the older man was going to be pissed, so be it. Like he really could care.
The problem is though, he does. The stupid obsession that had him stalking the his surrogate father had forced feelings that he has never felt for Alan before. There new and not unpleasant, but they make him horny every five seconds when Alan’s around. He hasn’t been that aroused since he was a teenager and he was finally with a girl that he knew was more than willing to put-out.
“Alan, it’s rude to stare.” Sam mumbles, feeling the chairman’s presence behind him.
“I wouldn’t, but I’m afraid if I look at you funny you’d turn into an ape from the zoo.” Alan moved from the doorway, stepping into the kitchen and taking the burning microwave dinner out and then walking over to the couch. “You know I want a proper answer on what happened before.” He said, dropping the dinner to the coffee table in front of Sam.
He stretched in front of him, taking it and ripping the paper off the top before he shoved a fork full into his mouth. “Do I ‘ave to?” He said around his food. Alan’s look was enough of an answer. With a hard swallow, he opened his mouth to answer. “Junior was being dick.”
“That’s normal for him, but I heard what you said to him… more like, yelled at him. You saw what happened in the garage?”
“Yeah, I did. Fuck, Alan, you should have rang the cops, not just left one of them with a broken nose.” Sam complained.
“Sam,” Alan sighed. “I don’t want any trouble with ENCOM, I took care of it.”
“You did, yeah, but still. I know you; you’re going to give Dillinger a chance to correct his wrong. That guy deserves his ass handed to him.”
“Look, I understand and know how you feel about Junior. But I heard what you said, the way you said it. There was something there that’s been bugging me. I… you said you would stand by me through anything. You also said that it took you a week?” Alan finally sits down on a garden chair that was behind him, running his hand through his white hair. Like his trying to force more words at.
“I’ve pretended not to notice, but you’ve been looking at me, really looking at me. And the way you look at me it’s like you’re trying to figure something out. But then it changes to something darker, something I’ve only ever seen in Lora’s eyes before our problems. And… it frightens me, because this… Sam, whatever you’re trying to get our relationship to be. It… can’t happen.”