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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 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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