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”Awww really? Took me so long to break this one in too.” Sam said eyeing the hole then taking a swig of his beer before forgetting about the hole. He could always buy other shirts maybe not as comfortable as the one he had on now but surely with less holes in them.

When she mentioned that she couldn’t have any because she had to fly home Sam had a feeling where this conversation was going. His nostrils flared and he took another swig of his drink to be even more defiant than he apparently already was. He wasn’t mad but a little irritated. He didn’t like it when people questioned if it was the right time to drink it usually was mixed in with feelings of pity. He didn’t like to be pitied.

”I just walked up from the Danger Room after a few hour cool down training session. I brought the beers because before that I put out a fire and stopped a robbery, which I was shot at more than once.” Sam emptied the contents of the first drink as he cracked open another brewski. ”Before that I haven’t slept in probably over twenty four hours.” Sam took a sip and then looked off into nothing as if he was pondering.

He was being a little rude but like he had said it was a long day, ”Think I earned a few.” Sam said as he then chimed in on the fact that this was a school as well. ”Class is still in session, I live here and the only person I think I’m distracting with my behavior at the moment is you… am I at least a good one?” Sam smirked then gave an apologetic nod, ”So I’m sorry for any trouble…”

Sam waited till she was done before he responded to anything. He wasn’t mad and understood her hesitation in working as an X-Woman. In truth she was right but that was why there was a difference between team leaders and trainees. Most full fledged X’s shouldn’t be under twenty. At least in his opinion. ”You know I didn’t just get a badge right?” Sam asked and continued before she could respond. ”You’ll have access to my records in your police files, I went through the academy, even an accelerated course for the detectives exam.”

Sam folded his arms and continued, ”I fended off dragons, assassins and volcano’s. While I might be qualified to handle some situations I know there is always someone more qualified than I.” Sam paused for a second to let the words sink in before he added, ”Trainee’s shouldn’t be handling things on their own. That’s when things go wrong.” Sam raised an eyebrow, ”I’m not saying you aren’t capable as a cop but if you wear the X, there is no reason you should be in a situation like that.”

Sam nodded his head and shrugged, ”So why the tryout then?”

This was something you couldn’t come back from. It wasn’t the first time he had thought it and it wouldn’t be the last. The frozen blade digging into leg was pulled and dropped to the floor and then shattered. A few drops of blood remained there as more red exited the self inflicted wound. His gaze shifted to his leg, which coated over instantly with ice where the wound was. He had a feeling Doc was going to yell at him again for the wound but… he looked back to Juliette who was horrified, there was a scream then she shouted something she rarely said. She was mad.

Sam looked back down to his leg then it clicked. He just stabbed himself again; his brain was playing catch up while the adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He only did that when he was starting to lose control or… his gaze followed the heat signature back to Alexandra, someone who once again should have been dead. ”Pitic” Sam said a little louder this time still not sure what he was saying. The word just came to him again.

”You were dead.” Sam said pointing to Alex, ”I looked for you….” Sam said, trying to force the words out. He was happy she was still alive; it was hard accepting she was dead. Pushing himself up from the wall.

His instincts too, told him to run. The sight of Alexandra was usually accompanied by the sound of their children’s screaming or the smell of burnt flesh. It was hard right now associating her from his other reality one where they were family.

He needed a drink… badly. He’d have to get himself. First Jorge came back then Gawain and now Alex. Sam closed his eye and tried to breath too much information was being processed. The dead never stayed dead it seemed. ”I shouldn’t have done that.” Sam said making sure not to meet Juliette’s gaze.

He was ashamed with what he had just done. This was far different than stabbing himself in front of Jorge or Gawain. He did this in front of his girlfriend and his ex. It was bad enough showing your current girlfriend how far you were from actually being ‘okay’ but he had to show it to Alexandra who was now not dead. He didn’t want either of them to see him like this. ”I’m sorry…” was all he could manage to say.

”First episodes are usually the longest… right?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow as they entered his room. Without hesitation Sam sat down in the chair next to Jules and set the popcorn down on the desk next to the beer. Sure they could have gone to the ‘man-cave’ but he was trying to be more personal than he used to be the lack of drinking was a good encouragement for new students to knock on his doors so why not watch some shows in his office.

Sam already took a sip from a newly opened beer and sighed, ”I mean… no one can get it right?” Sam asked knowing that answer wasn’t going to fly. ”I guess I can do it? Good exercise?” Sam asked not really sure if that was a good reason. He just wanted it to be clear he was going to the front door to greet someone… not because it was technically his job but because Juliette asked him too. Not that he’d admit that was the reason for him doing it either.

”Guess I can ‘ave a lil fun with this then.” Sam said adopting a faint British accent. It wasn’t the first time he had donned the accent and he was sure it would be the last, while it was sometimes fun most of his accents were taught to him during his time in T.A.T. where subtle accents were key it had a tendency to ask less questions unless it was grossly out of place.

Sam smirked and left the office and started down the hall sipping his beer. It was a woman, he felt her body heat before he had seen her, mainly because his one good eye was still closed as he took a swig of his drink he then shifted his gaze to see/feel if Juliette was going to see what kind of fun he was going to have.

”Wet afternoon to ya.” Sam said with his slight accent. He took a swig of his beer then added, ”Welcome to mutant manor.” it wasn’t the name but rather a popular nickname (one he coined when he first came to the school). When his eye locked on the female his brain didn’t register the all to familiar frame.

Sam was about to take another sip of his beer when his brain finally clicked who he was looking at his stomach dropped along with the bottle he was holding. Sam’s hand instantly went to his temple and he revealed a shaken expression. ”Can’t be… Not real… not again…” the air around him started to get cold as his brain tried to tell itself there was another person back from the dead. His ‘not-real wife and mother of his not-real children’.

With his coffee in hand he jogged after her trying his best to keep up. It had been a while since he had actually ran and while his body was familiar with it his mind wasn’t he kept focusing on the coffee and his pants chafing against his legs instead of focusing on the destination like he usually did when he ran. Maybe he should focus less on sparring and more on running?

When they got to the spot Sam unfroze the top of his coffee mug and chugged it which he found was a mistake as he was gasping for air after it. ”Obviously been a while since I ran last. Looks like you beat me.” Sam said as he put his hands on his knees and breathed heavy for a few seconds. ”I need a drink” he said more to himself than to anyone else as he tossed the mug on the soft ground then placed his hands on his head.

”Running might be a bit harder but, I’m still the king of sparring.” he said as he leaned back stretching his back. ”No holding back?”

”I like it.” Sam said with a smirk, ”You’ll have to tell me more about this great guy.” Sam said wishing her hand remained on his cheek a just a little bit longer. The second kiss was also something he wished was a bit longer but when he felt the security of the blanket leave his bare back he smirked.

”Night Jules. See you in the morning.” Sam turned back to the fire and stared at it for a bit till he started to feel his eyelid get heavy. He however pushed it off because if he did manage to sleep there’d be a chance he’d end up waking Juliette if he crawled into the sleeping bag with her. With a sniff he pushed himself up and rotated another few logs before deciding that a few hours of sleep would be a good option.

Crawling next to Juliette and the sleeping bag he laid down on the bare ground pushing back some more ice so there was less chance of her being cold. Head on his own arm he fell asleep facing Juliette.

‘Daaaaaaaddddd!’

Sam’s eye snapped open before he jumped up remembering where he was. With a low sigh he caught his breath and closed his eye again this time facing the top of the tent where the smoke was billowing out. After a few seconds he slowly rolled over and pushed himself up making sure not to wake Jules. She unlike him could sleep so there was no reason to wake her.

Sam threw a few more logs on the fire then decided to exit the tent. Looking around at the steam rising up from the ground he felt a certain kind of power here, there was an abundance of moisture in the air. Sam exhaled and started to move about throwing out blocks and strikes as ice started to coat his hands and arms. Other than alcohol, training was the only other thing that helped him get his mind off of his nightmares.