Title: I Don't Want To Be Safe, I Want To Go Down With You
Fandom: Supernatural, One Tree Hill.
Pairings: Sam/Brooke.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 381.
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for season six of OTH.
Summary: The first time they meet, she's getting a cup of coffee from one of the hospital's vending machine.
Author's Note: For
skips.
The first time they meet, she's getting a cup of coffee from one of the hospital's vending machine.
He makes an off-handed comment about how horrible it'll taste and she ignores him because she's got more important things to worry about. His hand grabs her elbow before she gets too far, though, and she glances over her shoulder. The FBI badge he flashes is enough to get her to turn around and talk to him about Peyton's attack.
He asks questions about sulfur, black eyes and she thinks he's completely lost his mind. It isn't until later that night when she goes to Peyton's room to get a change of clothes for her that she sees the guy who attacked and, sure enough, his eyes are completely black.
She calls Sam as she's backing herself into a corner, ignoring the way her instincts are telling her to go the other way (she's seen enough horror movies to know how this'll end). The only thing he hears when he picks up is her screaming.
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He's at the hospital to check on Peyton, to ask her some questions when he sees Brooke again. It's two days later and her eye is still fairly swollen shut. He asks if he can speak to her outside and she suggests they go for coffee. The good stuff, her voice is still a little hoarse, not the crap from the vending machine.
They sit at Karen's Cafe and Brooke explains what happened, how he had attacked her. How he'd told her they were after Peyton but she was a bonus, then he kicked her in the stomach.
He tells her he and his brother will get to the bottom of it.
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Two days later, when she can finally open her eye again, Sam comes to tell her that they got the guy, that they sent the demon back to Hell. She still can't quite wrap her head around it, but she flings her arms around his neck and says thank you into the collar of his shirt a few hundred times.
She barely knows him, but the feel of his arms around her waist makes her feel safe somehow, like nothing bad could ever get her.
When he pulls away, she has a hard time letting go.