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Sam Hanna (sam_hanna) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2010-11-25 17:08:00

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*complete, 2010 11, character: g callen, character: sam hanna

RP: Sam and G
Who: Sam and G
Where: the gym
When: 25 November, 2010
Summary: It's not a good Thanksgiving

Today was Thanksgiving. A different reality and yet there was a Macy's and a parade, and hours of football games, not that Sam had anything against football. He liked football; he liked the Giants. He was a New Yorker, they had two teams, not just one, and as long as you rooted against the Pats and the Cowboys, you could get along with the Jets fans. It was that simple. Normally, he would have been all for watching a good game, but today was Thanksgiving, a day to spend with family.

Sam had stopped spending time with his family long ago. Tamira had her own life now and his children were adults now, spending Thanksgiving with whoever they wanted. He had gotten used to the fact that he wasn't part of their lives a long time ago. Things were different here. He had a family here with a husband and children, little children who would have loved to have a father.

He punched faster and harder as he reminded himself why he couldn't show up at their door steps. He didn't know them. He wasn't in love with his husband. He had feelings for his partner. Plenty of reasons not to be there; plenty of reasons to punch harder.

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sam_hanna
2010-11-26 08:26 pm UTC (link)

"That's not yours; it belongs to the US government," he said with a tiny smile. "You're just borrowing it until there's an upgrade and they give you a new manual." He still couldn't believe that he had talked G into moving into a house with him. He was so stupid! This was going to drive the two of them nuts.

"Unless she doesn't know either and can't officially tell us to investigate. If that's the case, she might increase our petty cash budget," he said, grinning. "We'll be able to spend a full hundred dollars before she asks for a receipt."

Sam turned his head to look at G. "I'm not the jealous type. Even when I was growing up in the projects, I always had more than the others, not much, but a mother and grandmother that cared, food, clothes. It was even easier in the Navy, elite force, then NCIS. I never let myself wonder what it would be like to have a family, a real one. I still have plenty, and it's not right that I feel this way."

He shook his head. "That simply for you." he wasn't surprised. G was full of secrets, and sharing one was another sign of trust, while keeping even one was a sign of distrust. It was that half full/half empty glass again, and more proof of how opposite they were. "It's been driving me crazy. You don't keep secrets from the team; you tell them everything. It's how SEALs operate, but I've kept the secret. You would have been the first person I would tell, but then we got here and Vance and Hetty knew, and it didn't feel right that you didn't know." There were more secrets of course, once that he wouldn't share so easily, but at least one was out in the open. "It doesn't change who I am; it changes what you know."

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g_callen
2010-11-26 09:25 pm UTC (link)

"And then I'll have a new paperback," he deadpanned. Things were transient. He owned them while he possessed them and when he didn't, they weren't. Over the last six months, he'd begun investigating the idea of keepsakes. He had a box, a photo. But, that was gone now, too.

"Hundred dollars?" G laughed. "You underestimate the books that woman keeps."

Biting back a sigh, G shook his head. "It's not wrong, either. Everyone wants something they can't have, something others have and they want. It's not about how much a man has, but how much he doesn't. The wanting isn't right or wrong. It's the actions you take as a result of that wanting that are."

The smirk was back as he nodded. "That simple. And this isn't the SEALs. We all have secrets, everyone of us on the team has things we keep from the others." There were degrees of secrets -- the ones you kept to protect yourself and the ones you kept to get power over someone. The first, G could understand and accept. The second was more problematic. Something like this? It didn't change who Sam was, just who he wanted to have sex with, and that wasn't any of G's business anyway. For the first time in weeks, he smiled a real smile at Sam's declaration he would have told G first. "I appreciate that. What I know is we're partners, this doesn't change that. It doesn't bother me."

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sam_hanna
2010-11-26 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Sam shook his head, but made a point to go to that store nearby that the people from here seemed to like and buy G something. It really didn't even matter what it was, as long as it was something that G owned.

"I don't know about Hetty's books, but I know about houses. We're going to need plates, pots and pans, utensils, food, paper towel, towels. Are you ready for that commitment?" he asked in a teasing tone. "We might have to get shower curtains and toothbrushes."

He stretched his legs in front of him, crossing his ankles. "And how jealous are you? That file wasn't very thick."

Sam snorted. "I know we aren't in the Navy, but I still don't like keeping secrets from my team. I'm not asking others to tell me their secrets, but this is who I am." He smiled back. "So you're saying that I should have told you long ago and I would have spared me hours of punching that bag? I still can't believe officers can get married here... well gay officers."

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g_callen
2010-11-26 09:50 pm UTC (link)

"You know you can put half that in a dufflebag and not need the rest?" G teased, knowing he himself was almost as transient as his vision of things. If he took up more space in this house of theirs than a single room, he'd be shocked.

The question made him stop, huff quietly, and shake his head. Then he skipped right over it for the moment. "The punching bags of the base would have been grateful. Really, I'm just thinking about their best interests."

Grasping his left wrist loosely with his right hand, he shrugged. "A lot of things about this place are hard to believe." He stared ahead in silence for a long time. "At home, I'm jealous all the time of everyone. But, there's nothing and no one here for me to be jealous of. Nothing at all."

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sam_hanna
2010-11-26 09:57 pm UTC (link)

"No, you can put half that in a dufflebag. Normal people like to have their matching towels in the holders, and matching shower curtains, and even fancy soap dispensers," he said, laughing. "We need that TV that you can't put in the bag, and speakers for the iPhone or whatever they call it here, laptops, couches, coffee tables, microwave." He grinned. "Do you know what tomorrow is? Black Friday and we are going shopping." Maybe that would improve his mood a little, not the shopping, because he wasn't a girl, but the idea of having his own place again.

Sam took in the information for a moment, and then sighed. "We'll figure it out, G. The lack of information is information, too. If there's no G. Callen, then we know that it's not your real name, and that whoever you are came to our reality, which means someone in our world knows your real name. We can do a lot with that."

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g_callen
2010-11-26 10:29 pm UTC (link)

G looked a little pale at the thought of buying all those things, so much that would tie a person to a single place. He just reminded himself he had orders to stay put, not move, and living with Sam was far preferable than staying here, even if it was a house that encouraged the potential for putting down roots. "You're furnishing a house you haven't even gotten possession of yet," he pointed out.

"Do we?" he asked. "Look at the subtle changes in this world, Sam. There isn't even a face in any database that faintly resembles mine. No record of G Callen. For all we know, the person that I am was born as someone entirely different in this world, not a 'real' name, but one distinctly different all together. It's entirely possible the series of events over decades that culminated in my conception didn't happen here, an ancestor whose name I don't know in our world might have died in one of the battles that differs from this history. Maybe a grandfather at Hickham or Pearl who survived in our world, but died here when Hawaii fell. Maybe I'd know what changed if I was anyone else, had known family in our world Hetty could have used the names of to search. But, there's nothing." He was practically a myth at home. Here he wasn't even a ghost.

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sam_hanna
2010-11-26 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Sam felt slightly bad when he saw G's face, but it would do him goo to have a home, a place to call his own, and not just four walls and a roof. "It'll show Hetty that I'm - we're serious and she'll get us in there sooner." Once he mentioned that G was moving in, Sam was sure that Hetty would make it happen in a day.

"Maybe the man here never entered foster care, and he lived a normal and boring life. I know this is strange for us, but most people don't have their faces in databases. They go around living perfectly normal lives without being recorded or having their fingerprints taken." He patted G's leg. "You never know, G. You can't assume that you don't exist because we haven't found something. Even Hetty isn't infallible and she has very little to go on except for a name that might not be real." He smiled a little. "And if you are right, it's just proof of how amazing you are. There's no one like you. Now, can we stop before you ask me to pain my nails or do my hair? There's turkey in the mass hall, care to join me?"

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g_callen
2010-11-26 11:17 pm UTC (link)

G's thoughts dovetailed right in line with Sam's. Hetty had gone out and bought him a house, only telling him when she needed him to sign the papers, just so he could get some sleep somewhere other than the couch at the office or the couch at Sam's. He didn't doubt as soon as Sam told her they wanted a house, Hetty would be handing him a key.

"You haven't listened to Eric's lecture on how much information about an individual is recorded and stored every day, have you?" G chuckled, though. He couldn't believe in a chance for his own existence when there was nothing, not even a driver's license or passport. It was just too unlikely. Snorting quietly, he stared at Sam. "Amazing? Right." He drew the word out. "Turkey and football for you, Agent Hanna. Let's go.

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