Truth (/Dysfunctional series)
Title: Truth
Characters: Ryan, Sam West (my OC)
Pairings: Ryan/Stephen implied
Rating: PG
Word Count: 634
Summary: Sam wants answers, Ryan knows better than to hope he can keep the truth from her.
Truth
She’s watching. Golden spots glowing in with her wild dark brown eyes almost as bright as the shimmering light of her cigarette. The bitter smell that seems to cling to everything that is in her close proximity for too long still disturbs Ryan but he’s long past complaining about it. He pretends to be reading the paper but Sam’s inquisitive look just won’t let him concentrate on the words. It means she will force him to talk about things he’s determined to keep to himself, while avoiding the one thing they really should be talking about.
She takes one last drag from her cigarette before putting it on an ashtray without extinguishing it, as usual, as if she was enjoying driving everyone insane with the smoke - no wonder Lester banned her from his office. Ryan steels himself for the inevitable question, hoping it won’t be the one he’s not prepared to answer.
“Why did you want me on the team?”
Shit.
“I know your worth.”
It’s the answer that’s supposed to be true. And in a way it is, but it’s just as much a lie too. And she knows it, he can see it in her slightly annoyed smile.
“You knew that 5 years ago.”
“5 years ago you were barely 17. And we didn’t know about the anomalies yet.”
She rolls her eyes and pounces on the couch, sprawling on him, her chin resting on his chest.
“That’s not the point, Tommy,” she purrs and suddenly looks very much like the 12 year-old girl she was when they first met, who really shouldn’t like him but does anyway. Her huge, eager eyes make her look like a tiny kitten, one with claws and teeth sharp as a sabertooth’s, but a kitten nonetheless.
“For years you’ve been trying to keep me away from what you do.”
“You know I’m not allowed to talk ab-“
“And your friends.”
“A bunch of callous soldiers is no proper company for a 14 year-old girl.”
“Why? That night at the bar was fun.”
“Christ, don’t remind me…,” he lets out a frustrated growl.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Lyle never let me live that down.”
She chuckles in amusement.
“Don’t laugh, you… it’s not funny. You’re as bad as that crazy sod.”
“Well, thank you.”
“Wasn’t meant as a compliment.”
“We do make a good team, though, don’t we? If I was-“
“No.”
“But-“
“Sam, no arguments. You know my opinion on that.”
“God, you’re worse than Gran,” she moans, poking him in the chest.
“The SF is not for…“
“What?”
“For you.”
“You mean women?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“What about Lacey then?”
“That’s different.”
“No it’s not.”
“Sam, being a soldier is dangerous.”
“And chasing dinosaurs isn’t?” she laughs.
“We’ve been through this a million times before,” he protests weakly.
“Exactly. So why did you break your own sodding rule and call me on the team?”
Ryan’s not quite sure what to say. The sudden silence after their heated ping pong with words hurts his ears. The way she’s smiling at him tells him she knows exactly where to poke to get what she wants and only years of experience in perilous situations help him to stand the glimmer of truth in her eyes without blinking.
“There’s only one reason you’d want me here now. There’s something you’re even more scared of than putting me in danger.”
Cold shivers are running down Ryan’s spine at her words. He doesn’t want to hear her say it, it’s bad enough to hear it in his own mind over and over again. But Sam’s smiling lips are moving and true words are rolling off her tongue, heavy like a death sentence, yet sweet like a warm summer breeze.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”
Characters: Ryan, Sam West (my OC)
Pairings: Ryan/Stephen implied
Rating: PG
Word Count: 634
Summary: Sam wants answers, Ryan knows better than to hope he can keep the truth from her.
Truth
She’s watching. Golden spots glowing in with her wild dark brown eyes almost as bright as the shimmering light of her cigarette. The bitter smell that seems to cling to everything that is in her close proximity for too long still disturbs Ryan but he’s long past complaining about it. He pretends to be reading the paper but Sam’s inquisitive look just won’t let him concentrate on the words. It means she will force him to talk about things he’s determined to keep to himself, while avoiding the one thing they really should be talking about.
She takes one last drag from her cigarette before putting it on an ashtray without extinguishing it, as usual, as if she was enjoying driving everyone insane with the smoke - no wonder Lester banned her from his office. Ryan steels himself for the inevitable question, hoping it won’t be the one he’s not prepared to answer.
“Why did you want me on the team?”
Shit.
“I know your worth.”
It’s the answer that’s supposed to be true. And in a way it is, but it’s just as much a lie too. And she knows it, he can see it in her slightly annoyed smile.
“You knew that 5 years ago.”
“5 years ago you were barely 17. And we didn’t know about the anomalies yet.”
She rolls her eyes and pounces on the couch, sprawling on him, her chin resting on his chest.
“That’s not the point, Tommy,” she purrs and suddenly looks very much like the 12 year-old girl she was when they first met, who really shouldn’t like him but does anyway. Her huge, eager eyes make her look like a tiny kitten, one with claws and teeth sharp as a sabertooth’s, but a kitten nonetheless.
“For years you’ve been trying to keep me away from what you do.”
“You know I’m not allowed to talk ab-“
“And your friends.”
“A bunch of callous soldiers is no proper company for a 14 year-old girl.”
“Why? That night at the bar was fun.”
“Christ, don’t remind me…,” he lets out a frustrated growl.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Lyle never let me live that down.”
She chuckles in amusement.
“Don’t laugh, you… it’s not funny. You’re as bad as that crazy sod.”
“Well, thank you.”
“Wasn’t meant as a compliment.”
“We do make a good team, though, don’t we? If I was-“
“No.”
“But-“
“Sam, no arguments. You know my opinion on that.”
“God, you’re worse than Gran,” she moans, poking him in the chest.
“The SF is not for…“
“What?”
“For you.”
“You mean women?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“What about Lacey then?”
“That’s different.”
“No it’s not.”
“Sam, being a soldier is dangerous.”
“And chasing dinosaurs isn’t?” she laughs.
“We’ve been through this a million times before,” he protests weakly.
“Exactly. So why did you break your own sodding rule and call me on the team?”
Ryan’s not quite sure what to say. The sudden silence after their heated ping pong with words hurts his ears. The way she’s smiling at him tells him she knows exactly where to poke to get what she wants and only years of experience in perilous situations help him to stand the glimmer of truth in her eyes without blinking.
“There’s only one reason you’d want me here now. There’s something you’re even more scared of than putting me in danger.”
Cold shivers are running down Ryan’s spine at her words. He doesn’t want to hear her say it, it’s bad enough to hear it in his own mind over and over again. But Sam’s smiling lips are moving and true words are rolling off her tongue, heavy like a death sentence, yet sweet like a warm summer breeze.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”