Sam/River- Can't Break Which Isn't Yours
Title: Can’t Break Which Isn’t Yours
Author: Liv
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Characters: Sam, River, Bela
30_shinyfics Prompt: 14. devil
30_kisses Prompt: 4. our distance and that person
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters before you. They belong to their respected creators, and not me.
Author’s Note: This is set after sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses and Repulse of The Pulse.
When Sam woke up he found River curled into his chest, her fingers gripping the front of his t-shirt as she slept. In the few days he’d been without her, Sam had missed sleeping next to her the most. He blinked his eyes open, turning over onto his back with a sigh. He untangled River’s arms from his and sat up carefully, trying not to wake her. With a heavier sigh he sat back against the wall the bed was pushed up against and stared down at her. He reached out and traced her face with his fingertips lightly.
Sam’s head shot up as something from inside the bar moved. It was too early for Ellen to be opening up and the crew were all back on Serenity until morning. Sam climbed out of bed, careful not to wake River and headed out into the bar, his bare feet padding along the floor quietly. He watched a shape sneak around the bar and sighed in irritation, bringing his hand to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Bela, what the hell are you doing?” he asked loudly, making her jump into one of the bar stools, knocking it over. She spun around to face him, clutching her chest with both her hands, staring at him wide-eyed.
“Good lord, Sam,” she said shakily, her breathing rapid. “You scared the-”
“What are you sneaking around for?” Sam asked, interrupting her. Bela let her arms drop to her sides, giving Sam a look and bending over to pick up the stool.
“It’s 4 in the morning, Sam. Don’t want to wake everyone do I?”
“Whatever,” muttered Sam. He felt a hand press against the center of his back and looked over his shoulder at River, who was staring at Bela with distaste.
“Sam who’s this?” asked Bela. “Dean’s latest one night stand?”
“River this is Bela Talbot,” said Sam, reaching behind his and wrapping his arm around River’s shoulders, pulling her into his side. “Bela this is my girlfriend River.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bela murmured under her breath. “He was telling the bloody truth.”
“Who was?” asked Sam with a frown. Bela looked slightly startled for a moment before giving him a half shrug/
“Dean. He called and told me.”
“Figures,” muttered Sam. He felt River tense against him and looked down at her. “What’s up?”
“She’s a liar,” said River, glaring in Bela’s direction. “Shoot her.”
Sam gave her a look and raised his gaze to Bela. “Any reason why I should shoot you?”
“Mmm, can’t think of one,” said Bela, rolling her eyes. “So where’s this space ship-”
“If you don’t shoot her I will,” said River pulling out of Sam’s arm and taking a step toward Bela. “She’s a tattle-tail, Sam.”
“Bela I think you should leave,” said Sam seriously. “She’s a better shot than you with her eyes closed.”
“Sam, you can’t be serious-”
“You have no idea how serious I am,” said Sam darkly. “If you want to live you’ll get out of here.”
Bela looked from Sam to River, hesitating for a minute before turning around and heading out of the bar. Sam stared after her, while River looked over her shoulder at him.
“You should have shot her,” said River softly. Sam shook his head and reached out for her, tugging on her elbow gently. She gave in and pressed herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and rising up on her toes.
“You know, we still have a few more hours ‘til everyone gets up,” said Sam softly, dripping his head a bit and pressing his mouth against the side of River’s neck, nipping against the skin there. River pulled away from him and he gave her a look.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, running his hands up her arms.
“I’m not leaving Earth without you,” she said softly. “I’m taking you home.”
“River-”
“Sam, come home with me. Before Dean dies, before the world comes to an end-”
“River, stop,” snapped Sam, frowning at her. “How do you know that? River, how do you...you just know, don’t you.”
“Sam,” started River, dropping her head. “I don’t want you to break, not like Dean did.”
Sam pulled away from her, shaking his head. “Dean’s not broken.”
River watched him turn on his heel and head back to bed, leaving her standing alone in the bar. She shook her head. “No, you’re just as broken.”
Author: Liv
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Characters: Sam, River, Bela
30_shinyfics Prompt: 14. devil
30_kisses Prompt: 4. our distance and that person
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters before you. They belong to their respected creators, and not me.
Author’s Note: This is set after sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses and Repulse of The Pulse.
When Sam woke up he found River curled into his chest, her fingers gripping the front of his t-shirt as she slept. In the few days he’d been without her, Sam had missed sleeping next to her the most. He blinked his eyes open, turning over onto his back with a sigh. He untangled River’s arms from his and sat up carefully, trying not to wake her. With a heavier sigh he sat back against the wall the bed was pushed up against and stared down at her. He reached out and traced her face with his fingertips lightly.
Sam’s head shot up as something from inside the bar moved. It was too early for Ellen to be opening up and the crew were all back on Serenity until morning. Sam climbed out of bed, careful not to wake River and headed out into the bar, his bare feet padding along the floor quietly. He watched a shape sneak around the bar and sighed in irritation, bringing his hand to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Bela, what the hell are you doing?” he asked loudly, making her jump into one of the bar stools, knocking it over. She spun around to face him, clutching her chest with both her hands, staring at him wide-eyed.
“Good lord, Sam,” she said shakily, her breathing rapid. “You scared the-”
“What are you sneaking around for?” Sam asked, interrupting her. Bela let her arms drop to her sides, giving Sam a look and bending over to pick up the stool.
“It’s 4 in the morning, Sam. Don’t want to wake everyone do I?”
“Whatever,” muttered Sam. He felt a hand press against the center of his back and looked over his shoulder at River, who was staring at Bela with distaste.
“Sam who’s this?” asked Bela. “Dean’s latest one night stand?”
“River this is Bela Talbot,” said Sam, reaching behind his and wrapping his arm around River’s shoulders, pulling her into his side. “Bela this is my girlfriend River.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bela murmured under her breath. “He was telling the bloody truth.”
“Who was?” asked Sam with a frown. Bela looked slightly startled for a moment before giving him a half shrug/
“Dean. He called and told me.”
“Figures,” muttered Sam. He felt River tense against him and looked down at her. “What’s up?”
“She’s a liar,” said River, glaring in Bela’s direction. “Shoot her.”
Sam gave her a look and raised his gaze to Bela. “Any reason why I should shoot you?”
“Mmm, can’t think of one,” said Bela, rolling her eyes. “So where’s this space ship-”
“If you don’t shoot her I will,” said River pulling out of Sam’s arm and taking a step toward Bela. “She’s a tattle-tail, Sam.”
“Bela I think you should leave,” said Sam seriously. “She’s a better shot than you with her eyes closed.”
“Sam, you can’t be serious-”
“You have no idea how serious I am,” said Sam darkly. “If you want to live you’ll get out of here.”
Bela looked from Sam to River, hesitating for a minute before turning around and heading out of the bar. Sam stared after her, while River looked over her shoulder at him.
“You should have shot her,” said River softly. Sam shook his head and reached out for her, tugging on her elbow gently. She gave in and pressed herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and rising up on her toes.
“You know, we still have a few more hours ‘til everyone gets up,” said Sam softly, dripping his head a bit and pressing his mouth against the side of River’s neck, nipping against the skin there. River pulled away from him and he gave her a look.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, running his hands up her arms.
“I’m not leaving Earth without you,” she said softly. “I’m taking you home.”
“River-”
“Sam, come home with me. Before Dean dies, before the world comes to an end-”
“River, stop,” snapped Sam, frowning at her. “How do you know that? River, how do you...you just know, don’t you.”
“Sam,” started River, dropping her head. “I don’t want you to break, not like Dean did.”
Sam pulled away from her, shaking his head. “Dean’s not broken.”
River watched him turn on his heel and head back to bed, leaving her standing alone in the bar. She shook her head. “No, you’re just as broken.”