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”What and have you yell at me not to touch the wound?”

Sam shrugged grabbing his coffee and looking to Lenna with a shrug. ” Sam.” he pointed to himself before winking.”Mansion has a healer but if he won’t heal it there is no reason to panic.” he shook his hand free of his ice and sipped his coffee.

Looking to Ami and making eye contact with her and not looking at her in a sports bra he smirked ”Anyone else would just tell you to ice it.” He took a bite of his burrito and then took a few steps back. ”So who shot you?”

Everything was clearly not fine. In fact when women said that Sam learned that it meant they weren’t especially when they added words like ‘definitely’ or ‘totally’. The ice mutant shifted his weight and leaned against the closest thing he could lean on eyeing Cora. His body leaned forward towards her when she fell back to the floor. It seemed that was where she wanted to go but her eyes shifted to the couch.

Sam waited for a moment then asked, ”You went on a rescue and didn’t call me?” he tried to smile but the overall concern for her was clear on his face. ”Should I be offended?” he tried to joke. ”I’m glad everyone is totally fine.” he added hoping everyone indeed was. He didn’t think Cora was though.

Badger and Seven and he Ex. Those were three things he would ask about later. If he had to he’d track them all down and find out who had attacked her though from what sense she was making some had gotten worse than her. ”We can get you a new jacket.” Sam said, trying to smile. ”A better one.”

Seven, he didn’t know who that was but he’d experience an ice age or an @@@ beating. He wasn’t sure but seeing Cora’s face made it hard to control his powers. They were tied with his emotions. Sam took a deep breath. And formed some safety scissors out of ice and then offered them up to her. She could hurt herself let alone cut anything with them. He waved them for her to see and put them on the nearest counter or table. Then he took the bag and walked it over to the kitchen. Sam took another swig of the bottle in his hand then walked everything over to the kitchen and left them in there.

Walking back into the room with her he sat down next to her putting his arm around her awkwardly. He wasn’t exactly sure how to comfort people. Smile and joke that was how he handled it seeing someone like Cora like this. He needed to clean her wound but kept his mouth shut for a minute and pulled her in to a one armed hug.

”Maybe I want to stay.” he finally said in a calm voice. ”Sides someone needs to clean you up, looks like you gave them a hell of a fight though.” Sam said smirking trying to comfort her.

He had no idea the exact details of her power he couldn’t see the numerous threads people had unless Cora made them visible so when she showed him he reached out for it humoring her. She was drunk. Whisky on her breath, bottle on the counter next to a knife. She wanted a thread gone. Someone obviously important. He decided against making her scissors for now.

Moving towards the counter he determined he was not called here for the reason he first thought. He grabbed the knife and the bottle walking past some of her climbing gear and other things on the floor. ”You alright Cora?” he asked putting the knife in a random drawer hoping it was the right one. He had no idea but froze the drawer shut when he closed it. It wasn’t showy but it would be hard to open. The bottle he just took a swig of.

He turned back to her then got a good look at her face. ”You’re hurt.” it wasn’t a question. Sam formed a small block of ice in his hand that would fit between a hand and a cheek. ”Looks like you had a rough night.” he said calmly trying not to excite her more. Now he was just concerned and glad she asked him to come over. He didn’t want anything to happen to her.

Nothing happened on the hike. He held her hand for a moment but all they did was drink, talk and then she fell asleep on him, while they were both fully clothed which was new to him. Was she avoiding him? He had talked to her but every time he asked when was good she kept getting called into work. Should he had kissed her? There wasn’t a good time during their conversations and technically she did try to sneak off. Both him and Bruno noticed her leaving.

Debating on going to the danger room to get his head straight Sam was about to toss phone on the bed and leave it with Bruno. Before his phone shook in his hand. He stopped and scrolled over the message from Cora. Sam let out a happy, ‘Hell yeah” fist pump. ”Wish me luck!” he said to Bruno and Cammie before getting ready.

Shortly after texting her he was on his way to her place he wasn’t riding or driving no, he was going ice slide. Faster than both due to less traffic. Sam didn’t know why she needed scissors but he brought his arsenal of ice with him. His hands and feet iced over he sped into the city prepared to dazzle Cora with his powers.

”Yo! It’s Sam.” Sam said knocking on her door, hoping what the first text meant was what he thought it meant.

Sam didn’t like the idea of older him having to meet Cora. To him that just meant he would no longer be him. Would that mean all his time younger was a waste? Would he remember her or anyone else he met? Sam frowned in the dark and then clicked to Bruno to let him know they were on the move.

”Practice.” he summed up. ”It will be a privilege.”

Sam kept his mouth shut for most of the way focusing on the path making sure not to lead her astray. Stopping when he needed to, to turn and help Cora or let her know when a rock or branch was sticking out.

”I mean it did get cold before me right?” Sam smirked, ”I only did bring one blanket.” he smirked reaching into the back of the car and pulling one base layer so they weren’t on the cold metal and another one to drape over. Sam didn’t need one but it was more a comfort than anything else. Bruno obviously was the pillow.

Laying the base down on the bed of the truck he tapped the back for Bruno. ”Bed time.” Bruno let out a bark and hopped up and sprawled out the width of the truck leaving plenty of room. ”Still got that whiskey?” he asked offering the other blanket.

Things did indeed get hotter. FTB

Sitting back on the couch and reaching for his beer Sam gave a cheers. ”Sooo…. Ummm… we don’t like have to have a talk about…” Sam said gesturing between the two. He wasn’t sure what had exactly happened between the two but he felt like he needed to make it clear he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

”Not sure if I’ll be sticking around here for a long time and I don’t want anyone getting too attached you know.” Sam said talking more with his ego instead of actually thinking about what he was saying. ”But…” Sam let out a whistle and cracked his neck. ”That was some fun.”

A celebrity. Sam grinned, ”I am more than happy to give you autograph. Unless you want Serena’s…” he shook his head throwing shade to the blonde again for humiliating in a danger room session. He technically shouldn’t even be made at her considering he trained her, then again that power in itself was impressive. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Sam raised his glass, ”To Scout.” he shrugged again, pretending his whole situation wasn’t a big deal. He was supposed to be cool like an ice mutant. Sam sipped his glass and smirked, ”It’s a super cool mutation.” adding more to his pun base.

”Guess I do.” Sam said laughing, feeling his shirt be used for a drool rag. ”He got you closer to me right?” Sam smiled cradling the glass in his hand when she touched on her mom. He had a feeling something happened considering she never talked about her. ”Can’t imagine what that was like.” Sam took his free hand and found hers on the rocks in between them. ”No one needs drama.” Sam agreed.