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likely_evil) wrote2009-05-09 10:31 pm
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justprompts Just One Simple Word - Love.
ooc: takes place after this.
The mission over, Sam slept for a good four hours on the CONTROL jet that brought him back to the states. Partially it was from exhaustion, though the drugs to numb the pain from the bullet wound on his arm were helping nicely.
Once he got back to base, he was patched up better and spent a few hours in debriefing. Somewhere along the way he also managed to catch a quick shower, though he didn't have a shaving kit at work to get rid of the scruff.
After that, he sat and talked with the Chief. He needed advice about what to do, and he would be the only one who would know Sam and Beth well enough to give good advice.
"Sam, I can't tell you what to do. You and 99 are good kids, but neither of you ever seem to know what you really want. I've been worried about you two being together for awhile. I was hoping 99 and Max would actually have worked. They were good for each other."
Sam slumped a bit in his chair. "It just feels like for all I love her, all I ever give her is heartache. And I don't want to do that anymore."
The Chief leaned forward on his desk. "I think the question you need to ask yourself, 23, is what you want. You need that first, and from there you can figure everything else out."
He thought a moment, then looked at the Chief. "I want a family. I want Beth to marry me, and raise our kid. I want her happy, and I want to be the one to make her happy."
"And to do that..."
Sam nodded. "I'm going to have to stop being an agent. I'm sorry."
"Well, I figured I was going to lose one of you with this." The Chief leaned back and laced his fingers in his lap. "Good thing I have a position open in the analysts division."
Sam sat up. "You mean..."
"I'm not going to lose my occult agent because he's fallen in love. Give you normal working hours, and only be involved on a mission if needed and when 99 is not on one."
"Thank you."
"Now go home and see your family, 23. 99's on a local thing but should be back in a few hours. Give you time to settle in and..." he motioned to Sam's face.
"Gotcha."
He got home to an empty house. Instantly, he noticed that things were different as he put his bag down at the living room. Furniture was moved, walls were painted. He hadn't been gone that long, had he?
Fear crept into his heart, thinking that Beth had given up on him and moved on. Then as he walked towards their bedroom, he stopped. There were pictures on the wall. There had never been pictures on the wall before but now there were. His finger ran along them, smiling a bit at some of them. Pictures of him and Beth mainly, some of her family and their friends. One of Sam and Bobby she had snuck once while they were sitting on the porch.
And one of Dean. She must have gotten it from Bobby because it was old, back before he had died. It was of him and Dean when Sam was seventeen, sitting on the hood of the Impala. It was Sam's first beer, well, his first one that Bobby had given him. Sam was as tall as Dean at that point, and skinny as a beanpole.
He looked in their bedroom and it was mostly the same. New bedding, cleaned up a bit. He walked over to his bedside and looked at the new books there, smiling because they were ones he didn't know had been released yet.
Next was across the hall to the spare room where he stopped and just looked around. The room had finally been decorated for the baby - something he had hoped to help with. But as he looked around, he saw how perfect it was that he wouldn't think of it being any way different.
Looking in the crib, he saw the bear and picked it up. His eyes took in the words on the shirt and he felt tears come to his eyes. He managed to stumble back to sit in the rocker, holding the bear with one hand while he cupped his chin with the other.
A boy. They were having a boy. A son.
He had to make this right. Sam loved Beth more than he had any other person. More than Jess, and he was certain of this. He needed her, and he had to show her that: show her just how much he loved her.
And hope she would believe him this time.
The mission over, Sam slept for a good four hours on the CONTROL jet that brought him back to the states. Partially it was from exhaustion, though the drugs to numb the pain from the bullet wound on his arm were helping nicely.
Once he got back to base, he was patched up better and spent a few hours in debriefing. Somewhere along the way he also managed to catch a quick shower, though he didn't have a shaving kit at work to get rid of the scruff.
After that, he sat and talked with the Chief. He needed advice about what to do, and he would be the only one who would know Sam and Beth well enough to give good advice.
"Sam, I can't tell you what to do. You and 99 are good kids, but neither of you ever seem to know what you really want. I've been worried about you two being together for awhile. I was hoping 99 and Max would actually have worked. They were good for each other."
Sam slumped a bit in his chair. "It just feels like for all I love her, all I ever give her is heartache. And I don't want to do that anymore."
The Chief leaned forward on his desk. "I think the question you need to ask yourself, 23, is what you want. You need that first, and from there you can figure everything else out."
He thought a moment, then looked at the Chief. "I want a family. I want Beth to marry me, and raise our kid. I want her happy, and I want to be the one to make her happy."
"And to do that..."
Sam nodded. "I'm going to have to stop being an agent. I'm sorry."
"Well, I figured I was going to lose one of you with this." The Chief leaned back and laced his fingers in his lap. "Good thing I have a position open in the analysts division."
Sam sat up. "You mean..."
"I'm not going to lose my occult agent because he's fallen in love. Give you normal working hours, and only be involved on a mission if needed and when 99 is not on one."
"Thank you."
"Now go home and see your family, 23. 99's on a local thing but should be back in a few hours. Give you time to settle in and..." he motioned to Sam's face.
"Gotcha."
He got home to an empty house. Instantly, he noticed that things were different as he put his bag down at the living room. Furniture was moved, walls were painted. He hadn't been gone that long, had he?
Fear crept into his heart, thinking that Beth had given up on him and moved on. Then as he walked towards their bedroom, he stopped. There were pictures on the wall. There had never been pictures on the wall before but now there were. His finger ran along them, smiling a bit at some of them. Pictures of him and Beth mainly, some of her family and their friends. One of Sam and Bobby she had snuck once while they were sitting on the porch.
And one of Dean. She must have gotten it from Bobby because it was old, back before he had died. It was of him and Dean when Sam was seventeen, sitting on the hood of the Impala. It was Sam's first beer, well, his first one that Bobby had given him. Sam was as tall as Dean at that point, and skinny as a beanpole.
He looked in their bedroom and it was mostly the same. New bedding, cleaned up a bit. He walked over to his bedside and looked at the new books there, smiling because they were ones he didn't know had been released yet.
Next was across the hall to the spare room where he stopped and just looked around. The room had finally been decorated for the baby - something he had hoped to help with. But as he looked around, he saw how perfect it was that he wouldn't think of it being any way different.
Looking in the crib, he saw the bear and picked it up. His eyes took in the words on the shirt and he felt tears come to his eyes. He managed to stumble back to sit in the rocker, holding the bear with one hand while he cupped his chin with the other.
A boy. They were having a boy. A son.
He had to make this right. Sam loved Beth more than he had any other person. More than Jess, and he was certain of this. He needed her, and he had to show her that: show her just how much he loved her.
And hope she would believe him this time.
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He squeezed her hand. "When I wake up and you're in my arms, I'm happier than I've been in a long time, Beth. Knowing that there's a piece of you and me about to come into this world fills me with it. What we have makes me happy, and I don't want to lose it. I'm never going to walk away from it, not even for Dean."
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He leaned close and kissed her gently.
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"Wow... that's really him, isn't it?" His mission had kept him away that he had missed this part.
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His hand ran along Beth's stomach and he smiled to himself. "I had a talk with the Chief in my debriefing... I'm transferring to the analyst division." He looked back up at her. "That way I can always be home, and you can still go on missions after the baby is born. I know how much you love your job..."