Leaving (Drabble Series) Sam, Team, slight SxJ , PG-13
Title: Leaving (Drabble Series)
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Team, slight SamxJules
Word Count: 100 - 500(as long as you don’t look too closely)
Prompts: Family, Words, Secret, Outfit, Revelation, Tonight, Boss, Decision, Seeking, Tears.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sadness ensues from this point on.
Summary: ‘By no fault of his, He was running out of time in Toronto.’
A/N: I realize I probably posted this wrong, but I'm in the middle of a plane ride and don't really feel like fixing it (Sorry, do it later?) And no, this probably would never happen but ^_^ had to have some fun torturing Sam.
Family:
He liked being in the SRU.
He’d go so far to say he truly loved it.
He had made friends. Made a home for himself here.
But not now.
Now, it was all being torn apart.
He had left for a reason.
He didn’t want to go back.
And now, he didn’t have a choice.
His real ‘family’ was making him leave the one he loved.
Holleran looked over the blonde in front of him, the stiff shoulders and cold blue eyes. “Sam-”
The sniper looked up into the commanders face shaking his head. “Took more time then I thought...”
Words:
‘The orders cannot be revoked, Samuel…You know the consequences if you don’t follow them.’
Sam’s grip on the darts in his hand tightened. Ed had agreed to take them all out for drinks after the successful negation of a suicidal teen and everyone had jumped at the idea. He, however, just wanted to go home. The brief phone call he had with his father about the paper Holleran had delivered to him that morning had not gone quiet as planned.
Angry, hateful words had run through his brain, and much to his disappointment, had been unable to make it past his lips.
Thud, thud, thud.
The rest of the team sat lost for words, as all of Sam’s darts hit dead centre of the board. Cocking his head to one side the blonde looked at the scores. Whoops… he had actually meant to let Jules win. Oh well, that’s what he got for losing his concentration.
Downing what was left of his glass of tequila, Sam strode forwards reclaiming his darts before coming back to the table. Stabbing each of the metal needles into the wooden table the sniper grabbed his jacket, ignoring the looks. “I’m out, see you tomorrow.”
Secret:
It was cleaning out his locker without the others noticing; that was going to be the tricky part. But he was good at being quiet.
He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he stared out the window overlooking the city.
He had given up trying to find a way around the orders.
And he had tried.
With no luck.
But it was his business. Not his teams. They didn’t need to know.
They wouldn’t know.
He’d have to do it at night after they had left.
And he’d have to do it soon.
He was running out of time in Toronto.
Outfit:
He was staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Blue eyes looked over the gray uniform as if trying to commit it to memory.
He doubted he’d ever get the chance to wear it again.
Sam liked gray; mostly because it wasn’t beige. Shutting his eyes with a sigh, the blonde didn’t hear the door to the locker room open, and he didn’t hear Leah calling him.
If he had, he probably wouldn’t have been halfway through removing his shirt as she stepped further into the room. And she wouldn’t have seen the dog tags hanging around his neck either.
Revelation:
She hadn’t really asked him, so much as dragged him out by the collar of his jacket to the closest diner they could find. Leah wasn’t stupid; she knew what those dog tags could mean.
The new rookie slid into the booth of the restaurant leaving Sam to stand by the table.
“You’re not going to let this go are you?” he asked looking down at her with his arms crossed.
“I could always ask Jules why you’re wearing them.” Brown eyes smirked up at blue.
It was a low blow and Sam found himself quickly sitting down across from the woman.
‘So Jules doesn’t know,’ Leah thought to herself as she watched Sams’ hesitant manner. “Tell me?”
The sniper let his gaze travel over his team mate before he sighed. “It’s a long story.”
“Shorten it.”
Sam glared at her. She wasn’t going to let this go. Okay, she wanted short…
“I’m leaving.”
Leah hadn’t been expecting something that short; and the lack of anger in his words surprised her. He had just sounded defeated. “Why?”
“Because I have to.” He sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I have orders, and I have to follow them.”
“You’re not in the military anymore.” She countered.
Sam shook his head. “The day I joined the JTF, I sold my soul to a higher power. And now… now I can’t say no.”
Leah grimaced. “What happens if you do?”
The blonde took a drink of the coffee the waitress had just set down in front of them. “I get arrested.” He saw the woman’s eyes go wide.
Silence encompassed the two for a moment before Leah spoke again. “When do you go?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t say anything to the others and you’ll have no reason to be sorry.”
Tonight:
Well, it was time.
His last night here. No more hot calls. No more negotiating.
The wretched feeling that had settled over him earlier that day, hadn’t gone away.
His nerves were killing him.
It was now or never, he had to tell them.
Shutting the door to his empty locker, Sam slung his bag over his shoulder and headed to the briefing room where Greg was sitting, writing out a report.
The older man looked up with a smile. “Sam, you’re still here?”
“Yeah…” Sam smiled a bit. “C-could I talk to you for a second?”
Time to leave.
Boss:
The two men stood on the roof of the SRU building. It was one of the colder spring nights that had hit Toronto and the dampness seemed to settle into their bones. Looking out over the city he had come to love and protect, Sam inhaled deeply. He would tell him exactly how he told Leah. Short and Sweet. Only when he opened his mouth the words that came out were a bit different then the ones he intended.
“Thank you.”
Greg looked over at the blonde man beside him with a frown. “What for?”
“Everything.” He replied turning around to lean his back against the brick rail. “Everything you taught me, putting up with me, all that.” Sam clasped his hands together putting them between his knees. “And because… you were the best boss I ever had.”
‘Had?’ The sergeant’s frown deepened as he turned bodily towards the younger man. “Sam-”
“I’m leaving,”
There… that had been what he had told Leah. And Greg certainly wasn’t wearing the confused-what-in-the-world-are-you-talking-about-look the woman had worn either. No. His was more of the confused, kicked-in-the-stomach-look.
“Tonight. Holleran has my resignation letter; he’s setting up interviews for a new recruit sometime next week-”
“Why?”
Sam looked up as Greg cut him off and with a resigned sort of smile he pushed himself off of the wall. “Because I don’t get to make the rules; I just get to follow them.” The sniper held out a hand to his boss. “My plane leaves in a little while, but I just wanted to thank you, in person.”
Numbly Greg reached out taking the outstretched hand in his. Sam was leaving…because he had to? It didn’t make sense, and as the blondes hand fell away Greg watched the young man walk away for the last time.
Decision:
She debated wither to tell Jules the truth; thought about it left and right, up and down for maybe all of two minutes. There was no question about it. Leah had to tell her. Sam only had a few hours left before he flew out and Leah wanted them to have enough time to say good-bye. And that was why she was standing outside the brunette’s house so late at night.
So when Jules finally opened her door the rookie didn’t think twice about barging past her, grabbing the other woman’s jacket and tossing it to her. “Come on.”
“Uh, Leah?” Jules blinked the sleep out of her eyes to follow after her friend who was heading towards her room. “What are you doing?”
“We have to hurry and get to the airport.” The ex-firefighter muttered throwing a random pair of jeans from the floor at her. When the brunette opened her mouth to object Leah just held up a hand and continued. “Sam’s leaving in about-” She glanced down at her watch, “two hours, and-”
“Whoa, Wait!” Jules froze, jeans halfway up her legs as she stared at her team mate. “Sam’s doing what? Where’s he going?” her heart defiantly hadn’t just leapt into her throat.
Leah gave her a sympathetic look. “He’s being shipped out to Afghanistan, Jules.”
It took the female sniper about two seconds to have the rest of her clothes on before she was running out of her house, Leah behind her and Jules was sure that if it wasn’t for the fact she could feel her it beating frantically against her chest, her heart had just shattered into a hundred small pieces. She was running on instinct now, anger and confusion clouded the logical idea of calling him. No, she had to see him.
Seeking:
The airport was packed. Full of families saying goodbye to their loved ones.
Full of men and women in beige uniforms.
A uniform Sam had no more business wearing.
Panting heavily, Jules whipped her head around looking for the familiar mop of blonde hair that would always stick up in every direction. But she couldn’t find him. Elbowing a particularly large woman out of her way Jules strode forward, brown eyes going from one face to the next.
Suddenly the female sniper froze. There he was; standing next to a white haired man just a few feet from her.
“SAM!”
Tears:
It was a safe bet that after four years in the JTF-2 and almost two in the SRU not a lot could surprise him anymore. But, as the voice of the woman he loved shouted his name behind him, Sam whipped around in shock just as Jules swung a fist towards his cheek.
Catching it easily Sam stared at the brunette wide eyed. What shocked him wasn’t the fact that she was there; he had fully expected Leah to tell her. What he didn’t expect to see was the tears brimming in the corner of her eye. “Jules?” he started but a swift kick to his shin had him moving away from the female sniper. “Ow, Jules! What the hell?”
The white haired man he had been talking to was doubled over laughing behind him, and several others had turned to see the source of his amusement.
Jules glared down at Sam, anger flowing freely through her veins. It was one of the quirks about her. She didn’t handle emotions well…or at all, except anger. She liked that one. “So, you were going to just walk away hm?” she snapped as Sam got back to feet. “Without as much as a goodbye? Do we mean so little to you that you thought this would be okay?!”
“Jules-”
“You let me finish!” she snapped and out of the corner of her eye she saw Leah come to stand at the edge of the crowd surrounding them. “You are family to us Sam, we care about you- I care about you! And the next thing we know, you’re hopping a plane the first chance you can get to go back to-”
Sam reached forward clamping a hand over the brunettes mouth, his eyes flashing as dangerously as hers. “Stop, Jules…” his voice dropped to a mere whisper. “I love you, and I love the SRU, so trust me when I say I’m not doing this because I want to.” He dropped his hand altogether, grateful when the brunette didn’t try and hit him again. Steeling what was left of his nerves he leant forward pressing a swift kiss to her lips.
And like that he was gone, taking all her anger away with him as he grabbed his bag and disappeared onto the plane. Leah stepped up beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Wow, that’s harsh.”
Both of the woman looked at the white haired man who was staring after Sam. “What?”
Gray eyes looked over the brunette. “You, those were some pretty hard words girl, especially to him.”
Jules glared at the strange man who felt compelled to judge her. “Well, he deserves them. Running away like that the coward.”
“He didn’t have much of a choice.”
Whipping around at the sound of Greg’s voice, Jules jumped seeing the rest of Team one, looking like they had just crawled out of bed, behind her. “Sarge?”
“I just finished speaking with Holleran.” The lead negotiator muttered. “Sam didn’t have a choice wither he wanted to stay or go. The military was making him go on this mission, if he didn’t…they would have arrested him for treason.”
Jules looked back to the man she had come to love as a father. “Is that true?”
Greg nodded solemnly. “It is.” He stated watching the woman’s face lose colour. The bald man looked over at the Sam’s friend with a smile. “Hey, when you see Sam, tell him his spot will be waiting for him when he gets back, alright?”
The man shrugged. “If we make it back alive, he’ll know.”
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Team, slight SamxJules
Word Count: 100 - 500(as long as you don’t look too closely)
Prompts: Family, Words, Secret, Outfit, Revelation, Tonight, Boss, Decision, Seeking, Tears.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sadness ensues from this point on.
Summary: ‘By no fault of his, He was running out of time in Toronto.’
A/N: I realize I probably posted this wrong, but I'm in the middle of a plane ride and don't really feel like fixing it (Sorry, do it later?) And no, this probably would never happen but ^_^ had to have some fun torturing Sam.
Family:
He liked being in the SRU.
He’d go so far to say he truly loved it.
He had made friends. Made a home for himself here.
But not now.
Now, it was all being torn apart.
He had left for a reason.
He didn’t want to go back.
And now, he didn’t have a choice.
His real ‘family’ was making him leave the one he loved.
Holleran looked over the blonde in front of him, the stiff shoulders and cold blue eyes. “Sam-”
The sniper looked up into the commanders face shaking his head. “Took more time then I thought...”
Words:
‘The orders cannot be revoked, Samuel…You know the consequences if you don’t follow them.’
Sam’s grip on the darts in his hand tightened. Ed had agreed to take them all out for drinks after the successful negation of a suicidal teen and everyone had jumped at the idea. He, however, just wanted to go home. The brief phone call he had with his father about the paper Holleran had delivered to him that morning had not gone quiet as planned.
Angry, hateful words had run through his brain, and much to his disappointment, had been unable to make it past his lips.
Thud, thud, thud.
The rest of the team sat lost for words, as all of Sam’s darts hit dead centre of the board. Cocking his head to one side the blonde looked at the scores. Whoops… he had actually meant to let Jules win. Oh well, that’s what he got for losing his concentration.
Downing what was left of his glass of tequila, Sam strode forwards reclaiming his darts before coming back to the table. Stabbing each of the metal needles into the wooden table the sniper grabbed his jacket, ignoring the looks. “I’m out, see you tomorrow.”
Secret:
It was cleaning out his locker without the others noticing; that was going to be the tricky part. But he was good at being quiet.
He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he stared out the window overlooking the city.
He had given up trying to find a way around the orders.
And he had tried.
With no luck.
But it was his business. Not his teams. They didn’t need to know.
They wouldn’t know.
He’d have to do it at night after they had left.
And he’d have to do it soon.
He was running out of time in Toronto.
Outfit:
He was staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Blue eyes looked over the gray uniform as if trying to commit it to memory.
He doubted he’d ever get the chance to wear it again.
Sam liked gray; mostly because it wasn’t beige. Shutting his eyes with a sigh, the blonde didn’t hear the door to the locker room open, and he didn’t hear Leah calling him.
If he had, he probably wouldn’t have been halfway through removing his shirt as she stepped further into the room. And she wouldn’t have seen the dog tags hanging around his neck either.
Revelation:
She hadn’t really asked him, so much as dragged him out by the collar of his jacket to the closest diner they could find. Leah wasn’t stupid; she knew what those dog tags could mean.
The new rookie slid into the booth of the restaurant leaving Sam to stand by the table.
“You’re not going to let this go are you?” he asked looking down at her with his arms crossed.
“I could always ask Jules why you’re wearing them.” Brown eyes smirked up at blue.
It was a low blow and Sam found himself quickly sitting down across from the woman.
‘So Jules doesn’t know,’ Leah thought to herself as she watched Sams’ hesitant manner. “Tell me?”
The sniper let his gaze travel over his team mate before he sighed. “It’s a long story.”
“Shorten it.”
Sam glared at her. She wasn’t going to let this go. Okay, she wanted short…
“I’m leaving.”
Leah hadn’t been expecting something that short; and the lack of anger in his words surprised her. He had just sounded defeated. “Why?”
“Because I have to.” He sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I have orders, and I have to follow them.”
“You’re not in the military anymore.” She countered.
Sam shook his head. “The day I joined the JTF, I sold my soul to a higher power. And now… now I can’t say no.”
Leah grimaced. “What happens if you do?”
The blonde took a drink of the coffee the waitress had just set down in front of them. “I get arrested.” He saw the woman’s eyes go wide.
Silence encompassed the two for a moment before Leah spoke again. “When do you go?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t say anything to the others and you’ll have no reason to be sorry.”
Tonight:
Well, it was time.
His last night here. No more hot calls. No more negotiating.
The wretched feeling that had settled over him earlier that day, hadn’t gone away.
His nerves were killing him.
It was now or never, he had to tell them.
Shutting the door to his empty locker, Sam slung his bag over his shoulder and headed to the briefing room where Greg was sitting, writing out a report.
The older man looked up with a smile. “Sam, you’re still here?”
“Yeah…” Sam smiled a bit. “C-could I talk to you for a second?”
Time to leave.
Boss:
The two men stood on the roof of the SRU building. It was one of the colder spring nights that had hit Toronto and the dampness seemed to settle into their bones. Looking out over the city he had come to love and protect, Sam inhaled deeply. He would tell him exactly how he told Leah. Short and Sweet. Only when he opened his mouth the words that came out were a bit different then the ones he intended.
“Thank you.”
Greg looked over at the blonde man beside him with a frown. “What for?”
“Everything.” He replied turning around to lean his back against the brick rail. “Everything you taught me, putting up with me, all that.” Sam clasped his hands together putting them between his knees. “And because… you were the best boss I ever had.”
‘Had?’ The sergeant’s frown deepened as he turned bodily towards the younger man. “Sam-”
“I’m leaving,”
There… that had been what he had told Leah. And Greg certainly wasn’t wearing the confused-what-in-the-world-are-you-talking-about-look the woman had worn either. No. His was more of the confused, kicked-in-the-stomach-look.
“Tonight. Holleran has my resignation letter; he’s setting up interviews for a new recruit sometime next week-”
“Why?”
Sam looked up as Greg cut him off and with a resigned sort of smile he pushed himself off of the wall. “Because I don’t get to make the rules; I just get to follow them.” The sniper held out a hand to his boss. “My plane leaves in a little while, but I just wanted to thank you, in person.”
Numbly Greg reached out taking the outstretched hand in his. Sam was leaving…because he had to? It didn’t make sense, and as the blondes hand fell away Greg watched the young man walk away for the last time.
Decision:
She debated wither to tell Jules the truth; thought about it left and right, up and down for maybe all of two minutes. There was no question about it. Leah had to tell her. Sam only had a few hours left before he flew out and Leah wanted them to have enough time to say good-bye. And that was why she was standing outside the brunette’s house so late at night.
So when Jules finally opened her door the rookie didn’t think twice about barging past her, grabbing the other woman’s jacket and tossing it to her. “Come on.”
“Uh, Leah?” Jules blinked the sleep out of her eyes to follow after her friend who was heading towards her room. “What are you doing?”
“We have to hurry and get to the airport.” The ex-firefighter muttered throwing a random pair of jeans from the floor at her. When the brunette opened her mouth to object Leah just held up a hand and continued. “Sam’s leaving in about-” She glanced down at her watch, “two hours, and-”
“Whoa, Wait!” Jules froze, jeans halfway up her legs as she stared at her team mate. “Sam’s doing what? Where’s he going?” her heart defiantly hadn’t just leapt into her throat.
Leah gave her a sympathetic look. “He’s being shipped out to Afghanistan, Jules.”
It took the female sniper about two seconds to have the rest of her clothes on before she was running out of her house, Leah behind her and Jules was sure that if it wasn’t for the fact she could feel her it beating frantically against her chest, her heart had just shattered into a hundred small pieces. She was running on instinct now, anger and confusion clouded the logical idea of calling him. No, she had to see him.
Seeking:
The airport was packed. Full of families saying goodbye to their loved ones.
Full of men and women in beige uniforms.
A uniform Sam had no more business wearing.
Panting heavily, Jules whipped her head around looking for the familiar mop of blonde hair that would always stick up in every direction. But she couldn’t find him. Elbowing a particularly large woman out of her way Jules strode forward, brown eyes going from one face to the next.
Suddenly the female sniper froze. There he was; standing next to a white haired man just a few feet from her.
“SAM!”
Tears:
It was a safe bet that after four years in the JTF-2 and almost two in the SRU not a lot could surprise him anymore. But, as the voice of the woman he loved shouted his name behind him, Sam whipped around in shock just as Jules swung a fist towards his cheek.
Catching it easily Sam stared at the brunette wide eyed. What shocked him wasn’t the fact that she was there; he had fully expected Leah to tell her. What he didn’t expect to see was the tears brimming in the corner of her eye. “Jules?” he started but a swift kick to his shin had him moving away from the female sniper. “Ow, Jules! What the hell?”
The white haired man he had been talking to was doubled over laughing behind him, and several others had turned to see the source of his amusement.
Jules glared down at Sam, anger flowing freely through her veins. It was one of the quirks about her. She didn’t handle emotions well…or at all, except anger. She liked that one. “So, you were going to just walk away hm?” she snapped as Sam got back to feet. “Without as much as a goodbye? Do we mean so little to you that you thought this would be okay?!”
“Jules-”
“You let me finish!” she snapped and out of the corner of her eye she saw Leah come to stand at the edge of the crowd surrounding them. “You are family to us Sam, we care about you- I care about you! And the next thing we know, you’re hopping a plane the first chance you can get to go back to-”
Sam reached forward clamping a hand over the brunettes mouth, his eyes flashing as dangerously as hers. “Stop, Jules…” his voice dropped to a mere whisper. “I love you, and I love the SRU, so trust me when I say I’m not doing this because I want to.” He dropped his hand altogether, grateful when the brunette didn’t try and hit him again. Steeling what was left of his nerves he leant forward pressing a swift kiss to her lips.
And like that he was gone, taking all her anger away with him as he grabbed his bag and disappeared onto the plane. Leah stepped up beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Wow, that’s harsh.”
Both of the woman looked at the white haired man who was staring after Sam. “What?”
Gray eyes looked over the brunette. “You, those were some pretty hard words girl, especially to him.”
Jules glared at the strange man who felt compelled to judge her. “Well, he deserves them. Running away like that the coward.”
“He didn’t have much of a choice.”
Whipping around at the sound of Greg’s voice, Jules jumped seeing the rest of Team one, looking like they had just crawled out of bed, behind her. “Sarge?”
“I just finished speaking with Holleran.” The lead negotiator muttered. “Sam didn’t have a choice wither he wanted to stay or go. The military was making him go on this mission, if he didn’t…they would have arrested him for treason.”
Jules looked back to the man she had come to love as a father. “Is that true?”
Greg nodded solemnly. “It is.” He stated watching the woman’s face lose colour. The bald man looked over at the Sam’s friend with a smile. “Hey, when you see Sam, tell him his spot will be waiting for him when he gets back, alright?”
The man shrugged. “If we make it back alive, he’ll know.”