Fic: Perfect Soldier (17/?)
Title: Perfect Soldier - Chapter Seventeen
Genre: Crossover (Dark Angel) / Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Kurt.
Summary: Sam Evans, X4-471, decided that Lima, Ohio was a safe, innocent and unassuming place to start a new life. One moment changed that assumption.
Sam returned to the house the way he left. He grabbed Kurt from behind, pressed a firm kiss to his lips and looked into those gorgeous eyes of his. God, he loved Kurt’s eyes. He was exhilarated but exhausted, needing some rest from the trip. He pulled away from the kiss and gave Kurt a sly smirk. “Miss me?” he asked gently.
He watched the emotions pass through Kurt’s eyes. Kurt was shocked, surprised, excited and full of some kind of anxiety that Sam did not quite understand. “Sam!” he yelled, looking at Sam with big eyes. “You’re home, you’re here, and you’re with me. I can’t believe it! How?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer but before words even left him, Kurt noticed his injuries and immediately started fussing, running his hands over Sam’s shoulder. “You’re hurt, it’s bleeding,” he said, frantically. “What happened Sam?”
“It’s just a graze wound,” Sam said, shaking it off. “Some Manticore people were shooting at us.”
“Shooting? Us?” Kurt asked, frantically.
“Me and Jondy,” he said. “I met the kid as soon as I got to New York. She was a huge help and very skilled at what she did. She patched me back up and maybe I should have stayed longer but she got me thinking about myself, about my life and about what mattered.”
‘What?” Kurt asked.
Sam leaned down and kissed him once again. “I realized that you’re kind of what matters,” he mumbled. “I can’t say that they’ll ever stop looking for me but I can be here with you and do my best to make sure that you’re safe. You’re what matters.”
Kurt’s eyes watered up a little and for a minute Sam was afraid that he was going to start crying. “I’m so happy to see you alive and mostly unhurt, Sam,” he mumbled softly. “C’mon let’s go down to the basement for a bit, or else Carole will fuss in the worst way when she sees that your hurt.”
Kurt quickly led Sam down to the basement but Sam immediately picked up that someone was following them. By the clunky nature of the footsteps, he was sure that they belonged to Finn. “Hey Finn,” he said, glancing backwards.
Finn looked suspicious of him, to say the very least. His eyes were narrowed and he looked at Sam like he was some kind of animal. “Sam, you’re back,” he said, stating the obvious.
“I am,” Sam said tensely, catching the tension from Finn. He didn’t like it one bit.
Finn kept trying to shoot Kurt looks that Kurt was purposely avoiding. Sam looked from one boy to the other, trying to catch what was being said without words. “What happened when you were gone, Sam?” Finn asked.
Sam tried to explain, despite the fact that he felt like suspect number one on some America’s Most Wanted List. “I went to New York,” he said. “I stayed in a motel for a couple of days and let people spy a little superhuman action.”
The tension was bothering Sam. There was something going on here that he didn’t understand. Finn kept looking at him like he was going to eat his head off if he so much as touched Kurt’s hand.
“What’s wrong guys?” he asked, confused.
Finn and Kurt exchanged a long, lingering glance. “Nothing’s wrong,” Kurt said, his voice revealing that he was lying. Sam was an expert at picking up when people were lying and this was kind of idiotic.
“Kurt,” he said, reaching for Kurt.
Finn got between the two of them.
“Guys, I really just want to know what’s wrong.”
Kurt hesitated again but then walked over to his bed, sitting down on the end of the mattress. “While you were gone,” he said quietly, “we were approached by a woman. She was a former Manticore officer.”
“There’s no such thing as a former Manticore officer,” Sam said immediately. “Their employees are in it for life, or they die. I’ve been ordered to carry out some of those murders myself. There is no way that this person could have escaped their clutches.”
Kurt spoke slowly. “I don’t know what she was then,” he said. “But she told us about you and how you were dangerous. She showed us pictures of you, covered in blood and said that the X4s weren’t exactly stable creatures. She said that we couldn’t trust you because you’re not and never will be human.”
He was so overwhelmed that he forgot about the ludicrous nature of what they were saying. There couldn’t be a former Manticore officer, could there? It didn’t really matter to Sam if she was a former Manticore or not, honestly.
It hurt him that Finn and Kurt were suspicious of his stability. “You think that I’m a killer?” he asked softly. “Do you guys really think that I’m unstable and could snap and kill you in an instant? Manticore trained us. We were trained to be fast and efficient killing machines. I’m not going to lie to either of you and say that I didn’t kill. I killed. I would have to put my kill count somewhere in the twenty-to-thirty range, honestly. Yet, I killed on order. I wasn’t okay with what I was doing but I didn’t know any other way.”
He approached Kurt and frowned, heavily.
“The things that I had to do blindly weighed on me,” he said, touching his chest. “They hurt. I realized after awhile that I was probably feeling morality. I was feeling wrong because of the things that I did. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, so I had to stop. I escaped. As far as I know, the only Manticore soldiers to ever escape include me and a team of X5s.”
Kurt stood in front of him speechless.
“I have to think for a little bit,” he told Kurt, climbing up the stairs. “I missed you.”
Genre: Crossover (Dark Angel) / Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Kurt.
Summary: Sam Evans, X4-471, decided that Lima, Ohio was a safe, innocent and unassuming place to start a new life. One moment changed that assumption.
Sam returned to the house the way he left. He grabbed Kurt from behind, pressed a firm kiss to his lips and looked into those gorgeous eyes of his. God, he loved Kurt’s eyes. He was exhilarated but exhausted, needing some rest from the trip. He pulled away from the kiss and gave Kurt a sly smirk. “Miss me?” he asked gently.
He watched the emotions pass through Kurt’s eyes. Kurt was shocked, surprised, excited and full of some kind of anxiety that Sam did not quite understand. “Sam!” he yelled, looking at Sam with big eyes. “You’re home, you’re here, and you’re with me. I can’t believe it! How?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer but before words even left him, Kurt noticed his injuries and immediately started fussing, running his hands over Sam’s shoulder. “You’re hurt, it’s bleeding,” he said, frantically. “What happened Sam?”
“It’s just a graze wound,” Sam said, shaking it off. “Some Manticore people were shooting at us.”
“Shooting? Us?” Kurt asked, frantically.
“Me and Jondy,” he said. “I met the kid as soon as I got to New York. She was a huge help and very skilled at what she did. She patched me back up and maybe I should have stayed longer but she got me thinking about myself, about my life and about what mattered.”
‘What?” Kurt asked.
Sam leaned down and kissed him once again. “I realized that you’re kind of what matters,” he mumbled. “I can’t say that they’ll ever stop looking for me but I can be here with you and do my best to make sure that you’re safe. You’re what matters.”
Kurt’s eyes watered up a little and for a minute Sam was afraid that he was going to start crying. “I’m so happy to see you alive and mostly unhurt, Sam,” he mumbled softly. “C’mon let’s go down to the basement for a bit, or else Carole will fuss in the worst way when she sees that your hurt.”
Kurt quickly led Sam down to the basement but Sam immediately picked up that someone was following them. By the clunky nature of the footsteps, he was sure that they belonged to Finn. “Hey Finn,” he said, glancing backwards.
Finn looked suspicious of him, to say the very least. His eyes were narrowed and he looked at Sam like he was some kind of animal. “Sam, you’re back,” he said, stating the obvious.
“I am,” Sam said tensely, catching the tension from Finn. He didn’t like it one bit.
Finn kept trying to shoot Kurt looks that Kurt was purposely avoiding. Sam looked from one boy to the other, trying to catch what was being said without words. “What happened when you were gone, Sam?” Finn asked.
Sam tried to explain, despite the fact that he felt like suspect number one on some America’s Most Wanted List. “I went to New York,” he said. “I stayed in a motel for a couple of days and let people spy a little superhuman action.”
The tension was bothering Sam. There was something going on here that he didn’t understand. Finn kept looking at him like he was going to eat his head off if he so much as touched Kurt’s hand.
“What’s wrong guys?” he asked, confused.
Finn and Kurt exchanged a long, lingering glance. “Nothing’s wrong,” Kurt said, his voice revealing that he was lying. Sam was an expert at picking up when people were lying and this was kind of idiotic.
“Kurt,” he said, reaching for Kurt.
Finn got between the two of them.
“Guys, I really just want to know what’s wrong.”
Kurt hesitated again but then walked over to his bed, sitting down on the end of the mattress. “While you were gone,” he said quietly, “we were approached by a woman. She was a former Manticore officer.”
“There’s no such thing as a former Manticore officer,” Sam said immediately. “Their employees are in it for life, or they die. I’ve been ordered to carry out some of those murders myself. There is no way that this person could have escaped their clutches.”
Kurt spoke slowly. “I don’t know what she was then,” he said. “But she told us about you and how you were dangerous. She showed us pictures of you, covered in blood and said that the X4s weren’t exactly stable creatures. She said that we couldn’t trust you because you’re not and never will be human.”
He was so overwhelmed that he forgot about the ludicrous nature of what they were saying. There couldn’t be a former Manticore officer, could there? It didn’t really matter to Sam if she was a former Manticore or not, honestly.
It hurt him that Finn and Kurt were suspicious of his stability. “You think that I’m a killer?” he asked softly. “Do you guys really think that I’m unstable and could snap and kill you in an instant? Manticore trained us. We were trained to be fast and efficient killing machines. I’m not going to lie to either of you and say that I didn’t kill. I killed. I would have to put my kill count somewhere in the twenty-to-thirty range, honestly. Yet, I killed on order. I wasn’t okay with what I was doing but I didn’t know any other way.”
He approached Kurt and frowned, heavily.
“The things that I had to do blindly weighed on me,” he said, touching his chest. “They hurt. I realized after awhile that I was probably feeling morality. I was feeling wrong because of the things that I did. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, so I had to stop. I escaped. As far as I know, the only Manticore soldiers to ever escape include me and a team of X5s.”
Kurt stood in front of him speechless.
“I have to think for a little bit,” he told Kurt, climbing up the stairs. “I missed you.”