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faithinthedark ([info]faithinthedark) wrote in [info]parabolical,
@ 2009-10-18 19:36:00

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Entry tags:faith lehane, michael winchester (future plot), sam winchester

Who: Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester and Michael Winchester
What: Hugging. Lots and lots of hugging.
When: Post rescue
Where: The Winchester house
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress


The adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving Faith to start feeling the affects of days without sleep as well as quite how drained being so worried had made her. For as long as the fight had been on her mind, she had been able to push anything else aside, but now she had the gut wrenching relief that Sam was alive she was about ready to curl up and go to sleep.

After cookies. And reassuring their future son that his father was okay. And she still wanted that hot chocolate.

She was holding on tightly to Sam's hand, hadn't let go in fact since the moment her weapons had been put away, as though an irrational part of her was actually scared that if she let go of him Eve would manage to take him again. The Liaison had disappeared, much to Faith's fury. Eventually, she would track the bitch down and hurt her for hurting her family.

It seemed to take forever before they were back at the Winchester house. Just before they went in the front door, Faith paused, turning to hug Sam. "Michael was pretty worried about you," she almost spoke into his chest before she looked up with a half smile. "You up to reassuring him some that you're alright?"

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-19 01:48 am UTC (link)
He was really very okay with going home and sleeping for the next several hours. Hopefully, and by hopefully he meant more than likely, with Faith buried in his arms. Sam was grateful that she had yet to let go of her hold on his hand. He needed to be close too. He was terrified that they would get split up again. Maybe he'd be the one off in some icy winterland while Faith was being held captive by Eve and her goons. His grip on her hand tightened and he looked over at her uncertainly. She was staying with him tonight. There was no question about it. She might not have been the one put under the attention of Eve and all that blood, but Faith still looked awful. Running around in the freezing cold, no warmth or food or water or anything else to keep her going. He was lucky she was here. He was lucky that she was alive.

They hit the steps and Sam reached for the doorknob. He was interrupted as Faith bundled into his chest. Sam put his arms around her, brow creasing as he bowed his head down to kiss the top of her head.

Michael. The poor kid. He must have gone through a hell of his own these past couple days. "Yeah," Sam said, nodding, "we'll talk him down. Make him feel better." Sam reached down to brush his fingers across the side of her face. "Then we're getting in our bed." Yes, their bed. It was considered as much to him. "And I'm not letting you out of my sight."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-19 02:02 am UTC (link)
It really had been a hell of a couple of days and Faith was more than a little aware of how close they'd come to some serious badness. The idea of losing Sam was so terrifying. Walking in and seeing that much blood, not knowing if it was his, not knowing what it all meant, had been possibly one of the scariest moments of her life. And now she was just so grateful that he was here and he was okay.

"I promised him cookies and hot chocolate," she grinned crookedly, shifting more to Sam's side so he could actually finish opening the door, even as she kept her arm around his waist and leaned against his side. "And we are not putting any whiskey in his, no matter how funny Ben seems to think it would be." Even though she was sure it would actually be funny, she didn't want to deal with a drunk son, followed by a hungover one. Not tonight.

"And then definitely to bed," she smiled up at him, loving the sound of bed, their bed. Where she'd been sleeping every night for the last couple of weeks. "Which I do not plan on getting out of for a long, long while." She was still feeling the cold and the exhaustion and right then just wanted to lie in Sam's arms, feeling his warmth and falling asleep feeling safe with him again.

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-19 02:21 am UTC (link)
Cookies and hot chocolate. He could sit through that. Then they could bustle Michael off to bed before doing the same themselves. He had no doubt that Faith was exhausted - she really did look it. He had not slept himself either, so the two of them curling up in bed together with nothing to worry about beyond getting their rest and not getting kidnapped by evil law firms again sounded like a fantastic plan to him. After the parental...responsibilities. That was still new and scary, but he knew that it had to be done. He'd probably have to do the same with the rest of his family, especially Mom, before he finally crashed so Sam was more than willing to make his rounds.

They had come back for him. Against every fear that he had created in his mind about them feeling relieved about the fact that he was finally out of their hair because of what he had done, they had come back.

"Fine, whiskey scratched on the order for the kid," Sam responded, turning the doorknob. He kept his arm firmly wrapped around her shoulders. She was probably going to get annoyed by how clingy he was being right now, but he didn't really care. He was allowed to be clingy. He needed to be. "No one said anything about nixing it on ours." Because he knew he damn well needed a stiff shot before he crashed.

Sam led the way inside, tired eyes searching for the boy that had the potential to someday be their own. "Michael?"

He had been waiting for them. The sound of footsteps padding down the stairs above was answer to that.

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-19 02:43 am UTC (link)
It would have to only be one hot chocolate. As much as Faith wanted to make sure Michael, and the rest of the family for that matter, were all okay, she didn't think she would have the energy to stay awake for much longer. And she wanted that moment of still being awake for a short while in Sam's arms, in their bed. That reassurance of curling up with him, with her head on his chest and hearing his heart beat, that real feeling that he was alive and okay.

Besides, it was late and way way past Michael's bedtime anyway.

She laughed slightly, still pressed against his side and with no intention of moving as they stepped inside. "Yeah, I'm not going to turn down some whiskey in mine. Sounds pretty much like heaven right now." Warming and relaxing, definitely what she needed to let her finally unwind that last scrap of tension before bed.

She wasn't surprised at how quickly she heard the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. Even with the late hour, she knew he wouldn't be asleep, not until they were home. "Time for cookies, as promised," she called out softly with a tired half smile.

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[info]weechester
2009-10-19 03:23 am UTC (link)
Michael bounded down the stairs, taking them each two at a time until his feet hit the ground floor. The second he caught sight of both his parents, alive and completely intact, he took off at a run and hurled himself at them.

For all that Sam Winchester thought was good in the world, he thought that he was on the verge of being put under attack. Immediately flinching at the sight of the child jumping at them, his sore shoulders stiffened up as soon as he realized that Michael had avoided the beating them up like a crazy person thing he had somehow pictured in that confused mind of his and had gone for the hugging his parents attempt instead. One arm was thrown around his side, while the other clung to Faith. Face buried between them, Michael held onto the pair tightly, leaving Sam feeling terribly out of his element.

"Uh..."

Micheal grunted in amusement. "Shut up, Dad."

Looking to Faith, Sam raised his brows, let a hint of warmth flood across his face, then shrugged before he awkwardly put his arm around the boy. Fine. Hugging.

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-19 12:48 pm UTC (link)
Faith had to stifle her giggle in Sam's shoulder, inwardly loving Michael's reaction and how well he seemed to know Sam, at least in the future.

"You've been told," she murmured as she slipped one arm around Michael's shoulders and kept the other around Sam. A family. Unconventional for sure, but still a family. Sam was safe and she promised to whichever Powers might be listening that there was no way Eve was getting her bitchy little claws into Michael. Not in this time, not in whichever future time he came from, not ever.

"See," she reached to drop a kiss on the top of Michael's head. "Told you I'd get him back." She grinned playfully. "And in one piece too."

She remained where she was, hugging them both for a few moments before she realized she was close to actually falling asleep standing up, her head leaning against Sam's shoulder. Reluctant as she was to make Michael move until he wanted, there was still a danger of her falling over on top of him if they didn't sit down. "So, you want that hot chocolate now?"

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-20 01:03 am UTC (link)
"You did!" Michael beamed up at her. He noticed how tired both his parents looked and he probably should have let them go to bed already, but he was currently being a little bit greedy. He wanted to keep them up a little longer, if only to make sure that they were really okay. He would know. He was good at telling when there was something bad going on with his parents. They weren't going to be in tip-top shape after everything that they had just seen and done and been through, but Michael wanted to make sure that they weren't gonna break and fall apart like some kind of disaster gone wrong. He wouldn't like that very much.

"Are you guys okay? What happened? I want the details - don't leave anything out." He pulled back, eyes wide and excited. He was clearly more than pleased to see his parents back alive and...well, alive. "Hot chocolate! Only if there's marshmallows. You can't have hot chocolate without marshmallows, Mom - everyone knows that."

Sam felt relived when Michael let go of him. He gave Faith another gentle squeeze before he gestured toward the kitchen. "Lead the way, little man. We'll get you your marshmallows."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-20 01:25 am UTC (link)
Faith laughed as she let Michael lead them towards the kitchen, to some sugary goodness that really they'd all more than earned. Tired as she was, she couldn't stop the smile over her face, the simple relief at being here. With the man she loved and the 12 year old son she'd only recently met. Even though she moved from being quite so pressed to Sam's side, she still let her hand slide down to grab hold of his, not wanting to let go yet. Probably for the rest of the night in fact.

"Of course with marshmallows," she agreed, privately thinking of the whiskey for her and Sam too. "Would I try to give you hot chocolate without marshmallows?" The idea was just silly.

"As for the details," she grinned proudly at Sam before looking back at Michael. "Your Dad is way stronger than Eve ever gave him credit for and your parents both happened to kick some serious ass. As did your grandpa, Uncle Dean and Ben." A Winchester team up. Pretty epic.

"Eve should have figured out that messing with us is a really bad plan," she nodded decisively, as she began to look in the cupboards for the chocolate and marshmallows.

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-21 01:12 am UTC (link)
"You would be a crazy person if you did," Michael informed her. Very crazy. Like a person on a mission to save the world, but only in a suicidal kinda way. You really could not offer a child hot chocolate without remembering that there had to be marshmallows. It was the golden rule. "Are you gonna have marshmallows with yours?"

"I could use a few," Sam answered, smiling slightly as Faith slipped her hand into his own. He ran his thumb across the top of her hand and stepped into the kitchen, looking over his surroundings fondly. Being thrown into the clutches of someone that he thought he'd never escape from really put certain things into perspective for him. Like being home, for example. Certainly not something to take for granted.

"They saved me," Sam pointed out, eyes meeting Faith's briefly. "They came in and they got me outta there. They really were awesome." He was glad for it too. Sam had never been more relieved to see anyone in his entire life. Near death situations? Yeah, he could handle them. Being tortured with demon blood? No. He couldn't.

Sam left her to gather the supplies while he moved to the other side of the kitchen to retrieve the required mugs for their drinks. Michael watched them both for a moment before he slipped in beside Faith and poked her in the arm. "Hey. How come the bad guys always mess with us if it's such a bad plan? Are they really that dumb?"

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-21 01:26 am UTC (link)
"Of course I'm having marshmallows," Faith smirked, putting on a fake offended look at the idea of hot chocolate without marshmallows. Everyone knew they had to be there, it was how to make the perfect drink.

There was something blissfully normal about moving around a kitchen, getting what they needed, including the ever so popular marshmallows and grabbing the bottle of whiskey for the two small shots for her and Sam. As he told his part of the story, she met his eyes with a grin, her silent look making one message very clear; I will always come for you. Never giving up, not on him, not on them.

She smirked as Michael poked at her arm, turning so she could lean against the counter and slip an arm over his shoulders in a half hug. "I guess it's because the bad guys always know that we'll find a way to stop their plans. To them, the only chance they've got at succeeding is to mess with us first, before we can get in their way too much. Never really works for them though, because we always rescue our family and it just makes us more determined to stop them." Moving to grab the milk from the fridge ready to heat up, her smirk widened. "And well, can't expect them to give up on their evil plans, that would just be asking them to grow as people. Can't have that now, can we."

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[info]weechester
2009-10-21 06:40 am UTC (link)
"Grow us people? Mom, they wouldn't even know what to do with themselves if they had to develop actual personalities." Michael smirked up at her, hair falling into his eyes as he reached for the mugs that Sam had lugged over to them. Between the three of them, they looked like a line of workers. Sam handing the mugs over, Michael passing them to Faith, then Faith filling them up.

Folding his arms over his chest, Sam leaned back against the counter and looked over at the pair with a smile. "I think that's asking for a little too much. They'd have to actually put real effort and thought into their master plans and that'd...actually, you know what? Let's do that. Make them develop personalities. Easy way to eliminate all the bad guys around here." He leaned to the side and ruffled Michael's hair playfully. His voice went from amused to teasing in a matter of seconds. "We'll make their brains explode!"

Sam was surprised to find that his attempt at being silly had been enough to make the boy laugh.

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-21 10:47 am UTC (link)
Faith had to smile as she watched Sam being silly with Michael, ruffling his hair and joking about bad guys. It was so different from the tense Sam sitting across the table from his future son from a few short weeks ago. Not that things were less strange, but they were starting to be enjoyable in the strangeness. It made Faith wonder what Sam had been like when Michael had been younger. She didn't doubt that he'd been a good father, a great one even, playing with his son and probably working with him to drive her crazy and then make her forgive them both with the use of the puppy eyes. Both sets. Future her didn't stand a chance.

"I think it's a great new tactic," she agreed with a grin. "Make them grow and become real people and then have brain explodey fun, then all of us can just go to Disneyland." That sounded pretty fun actually.

Pouring the hot chocolate into the mugs, Faith offered the bag of marshmallows to Michael so he could put as many as he wanted into his, before she sneaked some whiskey into the other two mugs.

"You know sometimes I just think the villains of this town don't put enough effort in, it must be sad for them really," she smirked. "Just imagine how dented their egos must be since we always win."

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-22 08:27 pm UTC (link)
Michael picked up the bag and scooped out a handful. As he dropped the marshmallows into his cup, he kicked on a grin and said, "I don't think that the bad guys should keep trying if they don't ever win. It seems kinda pointless. Like when the soccer team at school plays and keeps losing, they eventually lose all that team morale and just play for the heck of it. Do you think that's what the bad guys are doing now? Do they even have a goal anymore or is it just make bad things happen, go home and party?"

Sam took hold of his mug before Michael could accidentally confuse them. He held it out so the boy could drop a few marshmallows into his own before he raised it up and sipped at the warm chocolate inside. The touch of whiskey made the chunk of marshmallows bobbing on the surface worth it. He usually went without. "Thank you," Sam said, looking to Faith briefly before he shrugged to answer Michael's question. "I think it goes along with their stupidity. The bad guys aren't smart enough to realize that they're never gonna win." He moved across the kitchen, pausing halfway to the table to turn and look at Michael sharply. "But don't let that be reason for you to underestimate them, all right? They're still dangerous."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-22 08:39 pm UTC (link)
Faith slipped a few marshmallows into her own drink, more than Sam but definitely less than Michael as she smirked.

"I think their morale must be insanely dented by now, the poor things," she replied, her tone mocking. "Honestly, I don't know if they even know if they have a goal or not anymore, or if they're just trying to get whatever they can."

Moving over to the table slowly, Faith had to nod at Sam's last statement as she sat down, trying to hide the fact her body was aching with tiredness. The last couple of days had been a stark reminder that even stupid loser bad guys were still deeply dangerous. "It's like when an animal gets injured," she agreed. "Just because they're losing, they're still more dangerous. They lash out more viciously. That's why you've always got to be careful, and stick with your family."

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-23 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Michael was no idiot. He could tell that his mother wasn't at the best of her game. As a child, he had learned to determine as to whether she was coming home from a good night or a bad one. It was better to learn that way, so he didn't push the wrong buttons when he needed or wanted something from her after a crap night at work. If Mom was aching, he went to Dad. If Dad was hurting, he went to Mom. If they were both suffering from a hard night out, he asked the grandparents. It was a process. "Is that what the bad guys are?" Michael asked, easing into the chair next to Faith. "Animals?"

Sam dropped into the seat on the other side of Michael and took another sip of his drink. "I...well." He lifted his shoulders into another sheepish shrug. "Some of them are. They don't have anything in mind outside of kill, kill, kill, so that does sort of make them barbaric enough to be titled animals."

But Sam didn't want to say that they all were. Next thing they'd know, Michael would be insisting that they start dumping the villains into the petting zoo. Villains were not for petting.

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-23 11:45 pm UTC (link)
Faith blew over the top of her hot chocolate before taking a careful sip of the hot drink. The warming comfort of the chocolate and whiskey was exactly what she needed and she grinned a moment as she took a longer mouthful.

"Would be easier if they were all just animals," she commented lightly at Michael. "Then Jacen could do that animal empathy thing he does and make them all playful and stuff." She was still mildly convinced he'd done something to make Madra appreciate the Star Wars movies somehow. She wondered for a moment if the puppy was still curled up upstairs where she'd left him, or if he'd sneaked into Ben's room, again.

"I guess it's just that trying to reason with them would be like one of us trying to reason with an animal," she shrugged. "They'll never understand us, and they're always going to be dangerous."

She glanced over to Sam, noting with a small smile that he'd chosen to sit next to Michael, rather than as far away from him as possible. She had no idea how long the kid would be around for, but it would probably help the more relaxed Sam was with him.

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[info]weechester
2009-10-24 04:19 am UTC (link)
The decision made to sit next to Michael had not come on lightly. Sam had initially wanted to take the seat next to Faith, but he knew that after everything that they had all been through that Michael would need the comfort of seeing both his parents. To be parents. In an alternate timeline of sorts. Clearing his throat, he placed both hands around the mug and stared down at the marshmallows floating up on the surface of his hot chocolate thoughtfully.

"No, that's not true, Mom. The animals would at least TRY to understand. These guys don't care. They don't want to understand anyone but themselves." Michael frowned into his own mug. "They're stupid and I wish I could kick their a -" He shot Sam a quick look. "- I mean..." Michael rolled his eyes. "Behinds for doing all this bad stuff to you."

Sam looked up from his drink, apparently smug. Ha! There was no bad language in his future - alternate...timeline...of...yes. "Well. That's just it with them. They're either animals, in the sense that they weren't raised to understand, or they're just flat out stupid because they don't care what anyone says and think that they're right. Either way, the villains are mostly gonna be villains, Michael. Sometimes trying to understand the way that their minds work...it's hard. People barely understand each other on a daily basis in general, I don't think it's gonna get any easier if you try to analyze the brain of the bad guys."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-24 11:35 am UTC (link)
Faith had to hide her smirk behind her mug at the way Michael corrected his language at the last second. Definitely Sam's influence more than hers, especially if anyone listened to Nat's stories and her teaching of words like hooker. Good, it seemed that Michael had one parent who did parenty type things like language approval.

"Sometimes villains can change," she ventured. "But it's really rare because it's so hard for them to do. So we can't assume that they can or will change, they'll need to prove themselves before they can be trusted." Prove themselves a lot. And sometimes even then treated with wariness and kept at a distance. Just as Faith knew she would never truly trust Ruby again.

She sipped more at her hot chocolate, feeling gradually sleepier as the last of her tension began to melt away. "How's that drink going," she asked Michael with a tired grin. "Because it's past my bedtime, let alone yours." And she still wanted her time with Sam by himself, to really make sure he was okay and let him know how proud of him she was.

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[info]weechester
2009-10-25 05:25 am UTC (link)
Mostly. Michael found that when he was hanging out with Ben and some of the kids his age, he had a pretty sore mouth. He always assumed that cursing was bad if he was in the company of someone that wore the title of Mom or Dad. They could ground you. The kids that you were hanging out with could not.

Michael shrugged again. "I know. There's -" He paused. Was talking about Ruby in front of them a good idea? He didn't think Dad was...well, Dad wasn't a big fan of her in the future, but at least he wasn't so close to the issues that he had now then he was at home. From all the events that had gone down, Michael could tell that whatever bad stuff that he and Ruby had gotten into together had been recent. That was not good. "There's a chance," he corrected, sitting up in his seat, "even if I think most of 'em are shmucks anyway." He bowed his head down to slurp up the last of his hot chocolate. Michael wanted to keep them up all night talking, that way he could guarantee that they were both still alive and well and here. But they did look tired, so he kicked his legs under the table and looked between the two of them. "It's almost gone. But if I go to bed now, you guys have to promise me that you'll be here when I wake up in the morning."

Sam put his hands up in front of his chest defensively. "Hey, I'm not going anywhere." He winked off at Faith from across the table, doing his best to keep on with the upbeat demeanor he had been pulling on since he had been rescued. He was keeping on with a strong face. Being strong was good. "It's her you've gotta watch out for."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-25 03:38 pm UTC (link)
The pause was enough to make Faith interested in whatever Michael had been about to say originally. Had he stopped because of the potential time breaking or because he had been about to say something that would maybe bother his parents? She almost asked him before she made herself stop. Whichever it had been, Michael had his reasons and that needed to be enough for her.

And he'd said shmucks and that just made her grin.

She feigned an offended look as she stuck her tongue out at Sam. "Who, me? What would make you say something like that?" Aside from her unplanned vacation to Russia that was. She pretended to pout at Sam before she looked back at Michael. "I'm not going anywhere either, I promise." She wasn't just saying it either, the Winchester house was one of the most protected places in the city and she felt completely secure in there.

"So, really, you can go to bed and we'll be around to make you breakfast when you wake up." Even though chances were, she would wake up, make breakfast and then go right back to bed for more sleeping. She felt tired enough to sleep for more than a day at least.

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-26 01:50 am UTC (link)
Michael looked between the two, feeling thoroughly confused and relieved at the same time. They were a bit more at ease with him around then they had been from the start, which made him see the potential that they had at ending up in his future. Alternate timelines? Who needed them when he knew how this story was gonna end? Michael set his mug down with a thud and slid out of his chair. He'd be up to harass them both first thing in the morning, naturally, but he knew better than anyone to press his luck with these two when they were exhausted. Bare feet padding against the kitchen floor, Michael moved over to Faith and wrapped his arms around her neck for a hug.

"I'm gonna be really pissed off if you're not here in the morning," he pushed, giving her shoulders a squeeze. "And I know you're not all five by five either. We're gonna have a serious talk soon about how much your acting worsens as you get older." He drew back, smirking a little. "It's not looking good for you there, Mom. And you -" He glanced over at Sam. " - were never so good with it to start. You guys get some rest, okay? I'll bring you pancakes in the morning."

They would probably be burnt. Or made by Grandma. Grandma seemed like an ideal option. Falling back, Michael shot them both an amused look before he shoved his hands into his pockets and made for the door.

Sam immediately slumped back in his chair as soon as the boy was gone. "Kid is definitely not a moron."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-26 01:55 am UTC (link)
Faith almost objected at the slur about her acting, but given that Michael knew exactly what her excuse line was, she found she couldn't really argue. He knew her too well it seemed and no one was buying the five by five line any more. When he hugged her, she hugged him back, surprised at just how comfortable with him she was now. She wasn't ready to call it maternal instinct yet, but it was something.

"Gets it from you," she smirked at Sam as Michael wandered off, before she switched chairs to sit next to Sam, reaching out to brush some of his hair away from his face.

"How you feeling?" The concern was clear in her voice as she leaned closer to kiss him softly. "And have I mentioned yet just how proud of you I am?"

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-26 02:14 am UTC (link)
"I dunno, I see some parts of you in him," Sam retorted, staring off at the space that Michael had retreated into momentarily. It was interesting. Terrifying as hell, but interesting at the same time. It really did make things strange for him. Not in the sense that it was strange that there was a kid around, but in the matter that maybe Sam was okay with what they had created together. He certainly wasn't a bad kid.

Sam looked back over, only to find that Faith had moved in closer to where he was sitting. He didn't mind that. The closer, the better. He slid the hand that wasn't busy pushing his hair out of his face into hers, offering her a little bit of the warmth that he had to share in the event that she was still cold from her trip to the freezing hellhole across the world.

"Hungry," Sam admitted, eyes lowering shamefully. "I got the taste in me again, Faith. I want..." She knew what he wanted. Sam exhaled heavily through his nose, staring off at the opposite wall for a silent moment in self annoyance before he forced himself to look at her again. She was proud of him. Sam was glad. It made everything that he accomplished that much more worth it. He bit down onto his lip thoughtfully before choosing to speak again. "I'm not a monster, you know."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-26 11:44 am UTC (link)
"Yeah?" Faith flashed a brief grin as she glanced back in the direction Michael had walked off in. He was a great kid, funny and smart and Faith couldn't deny that she was proud of her future self for doing good with him. Her instinct was to say that any of the good sides came from his father, because damn he really did remind her of a mini Sam, but if Sam could see bits of her in there then maybe her own influence hadn't been too bad.

She was almost tempted to sit across his lap, but for the moment she settled for just holding onto his hand and sitting close to him. For a short while, simply making sure she was touching him, making sure he was there was enough.

"I know," she replied quietly, trying to meet his eyes if he would let her. "I know you're not a monster, I wouldn't be here if you were." And she knew what he wanted, something which twisted at her gut for a moment. "I know you're gonna feel like this is a step back, but you spat it out. Focus on that. So many people out there would have given in but you didn't. And yeah, it's going to hard now, but you should be proud of yourself for being strong enough to not drink." She leaned forward to kiss him briefly. "Thank you. And I love you."

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[info]demonblood
2009-10-27 12:18 am UTC (link)
"Yeah," Sam replied, "he's got a, ah, interesting sense of humor. And I'm betting a lot of those smarts came from you as well." Plus, there were tiny looks that Michael would give him. They all reminded him of, if not himself, then Faith or a weird combination of both of them together. It was really very odd seeing what they both were capable of creating. A kid like that, smart as he was, happened to be far more scary than any of the monsters that Sam had hunted in his entire life.

"What I did in there..." Sam drew in a breath and looked over at her, slowly making eye contact again. "It wasn't for you. Not entirely. I want to make you happy, Faith. I wanna make up for all the things that I've done, but I had to do that for me. I didn't..." Sam leaned forward slightly, brow furrowing. "For as long as I can remember, people have told me that there was something bad inside of me. That I was bad. I've been called a freak before, I've felt like one. Everything that I did with Ruby only proved that to be true. Having you guys tear me away from that by locking me up and confining me? That didn't make me right. It was just me being restrained. But with Eve? And the blood? That was me. No restrictions - nothing. I wanted that blood, but I knew that it didn't belong in me. I knew that I didn't want to lose myself to it."

Sam nodded slowly. "I'm not a monster. I'm an idiot. But I'm not a monster." He squeezed her hand again. "I'll never be. I'm me. Whatever me is."

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[info]faithinthedark
2009-10-27 11:40 am UTC (link)
If she had managed to pass her sense of humor onto a new generation, then she felt her work was done. Faith couldn't resist looking smug at the idea. "I may have influenced his ability to call you on any bullshit," she admitted with a smirk. It was freaky and strange, but there was no way Michael's genetics could be denied. He was so clearly their son.

She listened to what Sam had to say, her expression thoughtful as she kept hold of his hand. When he was finished, she smiled slightly. "Good. If you had said that you just resisted for me or for your family, I would have had to hit you. Kinda a lot actually. It wouldn't have been real if you hadn't done it for yourself."

She stood up to stand in front of him, still holding onto his hand and silently asking for permission to sit across his lap. Normally she would have jumped on anyway, but she wasn't sure how sore or aching he was after his time with Eve. "You're not a freak and you're not a monster. Maybe you're not entirely human, but that isn't a bad thing. I know I'm biased on that score, but having something different about you doesn't make you something dark. I love you, every part of you. In all your uniqueness." She didn't need him to force himself to be 'normal' the way he had tried to be for Heather, and she really didn't need some Boy King to protect her the way Ruby had tried to force him. "Just be you, that's all I've ever wanted."

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