WW WIP: 5 Things - Part 1
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out_thereHmmm... Well, I figure it can't do any harm to post this, and it'll make me feel better about it. The idea itself is a lot of fun to play around with, but really, I generally avoid these type of AUs, so it's tricky.
WiP: Five Things that never happened to Sam Seaborn
Fandom: WW
California - 1973
It was dark when Sam woke up to the sound of his parents fighting.
"How long? How long has this been going on?" Mom's voice was shrill with anger, but it was the sound of his dad's voice that compelled Sam to get out of bed and find out what was happening.
"Grace!" Dad never sounded like that; defeated, out of control. It wasn't right.
"How long?"
The sounds of their voices drifted up to Sam as he opened his bedroom door and crept down the stairs.
"A month. I've known her for a month."
"And when did you start sleeping with her?"
"Two weeks ago."
The wood of the stairs was cold under Sam's bare feet, and he remembered his slippers lying neatly in his closet, but he didn't stop. Just kept walking down the dimly lit steps, one by one, and heard the voices get louder as he approached the sitting room.
"Two weeks! For two weeks you're going to throw away your family? Two weeks is… Two weeks is nothing. It shouldn't be enough to disrupt Sam's life like this."
"I don't want to disrupt Sam's life. You know I love him, you know I love both of you."
There was long pause as he crossed the hallway, finally broken his mom's voice. "You're not leaving?"
Sam stopped at the uncertain tone, and stood just outside the doorway. He could see firelight playing across the far wall. The shadows of the furniture danced monstrously in the shifting light.
"Not unless you want me to, Grace. I just… wanted you to know."
"I didn't want to know!"
"I didn't want you to find out in some hurtful way. You deserved to hear the truth from me."
"I don't want to know, David. I don't want to discuss this. I just want you to stop seeing her. And I want our family to be safe." His mom's shadow merged with the others, and then disappeared as she sat down in one of the chairs. "You will stop seeing her?"
As Sam's father let the silence stretch into something chilling and untrustworthy, Sam peered around the corner. Mom was dwarfed by the large cushioned chair and his dad stood with his back to her, facing the flames and then he finally spoke.
"Probably not." Dad always said to tell the truth, but this time the truth sound as if it hurt to say.
"Then I don't want to know about it. I'm serious David, I don't want to be embarrassed by this. I don't want Sam…" Mom's voice trailed off. She had sounded so determined, and now Sam wondered if she was like him, and just needed time to work out the words she wanted to say.
"Of course not," his dad said as he turned around, the sad expression on his face drowned in shadow as he looked away from her, and around the room. Then he spotted Sam, and Dad's face broke into a smile. "Sam, what are you doing up?"
Sam shrugged, knowing that he should have been asleep. He looked over at Mom, but she was staring at her hands.
"Come on Sam, let's get you to bed," Dad said warmly as he walked over to Sam and picked him up. He was too big these days for Mom to lift him, but Dad still could.
They went up the stairs, his dad's long legs spanning two steps at a time. Dad carried him into his room, and put him to bed, tucking the blankets snugly around Sam.
"Dad?"
"Yes, Sam?" His father replied and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Is Mom… Are you leaving?" Sam asked in a small voice, not sure if he should ask.
His dad smiled and ran a hand through Sam's bangs. "We were talking about a business trip. Don't worry about it, Sam. Your mother and I will take of it."
Sam smiled because he knew he didn't need to worry. It didn't matter what happened, whether Sam had trouble with bullies or was clumsy and broke something, if Dad said he'd take care of something, he fixed it. He always kept his word.
"Now it's time for you to get some sleep. Sweet dreams, Sam." Then Dad kissed his forehead and closed the door behind him, leaving Sam to sleep.
WiP: Five Things that never happened to Sam Seaborn
Fandom: WW
California - 1973
It was dark when Sam woke up to the sound of his parents fighting.
"How long? How long has this been going on?" Mom's voice was shrill with anger, but it was the sound of his dad's voice that compelled Sam to get out of bed and find out what was happening.
"Grace!" Dad never sounded like that; defeated, out of control. It wasn't right.
"How long?"
The sounds of their voices drifted up to Sam as he opened his bedroom door and crept down the stairs.
"A month. I've known her for a month."
"And when did you start sleeping with her?"
"Two weeks ago."
The wood of the stairs was cold under Sam's bare feet, and he remembered his slippers lying neatly in his closet, but he didn't stop. Just kept walking down the dimly lit steps, one by one, and heard the voices get louder as he approached the sitting room.
"Two weeks! For two weeks you're going to throw away your family? Two weeks is… Two weeks is nothing. It shouldn't be enough to disrupt Sam's life like this."
"I don't want to disrupt Sam's life. You know I love him, you know I love both of you."
There was long pause as he crossed the hallway, finally broken his mom's voice. "You're not leaving?"
Sam stopped at the uncertain tone, and stood just outside the doorway. He could see firelight playing across the far wall. The shadows of the furniture danced monstrously in the shifting light.
"Not unless you want me to, Grace. I just… wanted you to know."
"I didn't want to know!"
"I didn't want you to find out in some hurtful way. You deserved to hear the truth from me."
"I don't want to know, David. I don't want to discuss this. I just want you to stop seeing her. And I want our family to be safe." His mom's shadow merged with the others, and then disappeared as she sat down in one of the chairs. "You will stop seeing her?"
As Sam's father let the silence stretch into something chilling and untrustworthy, Sam peered around the corner. Mom was dwarfed by the large cushioned chair and his dad stood with his back to her, facing the flames and then he finally spoke.
"Probably not." Dad always said to tell the truth, but this time the truth sound as if it hurt to say.
"Then I don't want to know about it. I'm serious David, I don't want to be embarrassed by this. I don't want Sam…" Mom's voice trailed off. She had sounded so determined, and now Sam wondered if she was like him, and just needed time to work out the words she wanted to say.
"Of course not," his dad said as he turned around, the sad expression on his face drowned in shadow as he looked away from her, and around the room. Then he spotted Sam, and Dad's face broke into a smile. "Sam, what are you doing up?"
Sam shrugged, knowing that he should have been asleep. He looked over at Mom, but she was staring at her hands.
"Come on Sam, let's get you to bed," Dad said warmly as he walked over to Sam and picked him up. He was too big these days for Mom to lift him, but Dad still could.
They went up the stairs, his dad's long legs spanning two steps at a time. Dad carried him into his room, and put him to bed, tucking the blankets snugly around Sam.
"Dad?"
"Yes, Sam?" His father replied and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Is Mom… Are you leaving?" Sam asked in a small voice, not sure if he should ask.
His dad smiled and ran a hand through Sam's bangs. "We were talking about a business trip. Don't worry about it, Sam. Your mother and I will take of it."
Sam smiled because he knew he didn't need to worry. It didn't matter what happened, whether Sam had trouble with bullies or was clumsy and broke something, if Dad said he'd take care of something, he fixed it. He always kept his word.
"Now it's time for you to get some sleep. Sweet dreams, Sam." Then Dad kissed his forehead and closed the door behind him, leaving Sam to sleep.
