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Sam had walked all the way back to his house after waking up completely lost yesterday. He still had no memory of what had happened and that was scaring him. But, he'd made it back after multiple people had offered him help and some food. He didn't know how he must have looked to them if they were offering him food and shelter and water.

But, he turned down each offer and kept walking. By the time he ended up back at the estate, his feet were bloody and sore, his stomach was growling and he was dirty and tired. It hadn't been a good day. There was fear clawing at him, deep inside his belly but he was ignoring it.

He stared at the door in front of him, almost not wanting to open it. He knew his friends would be on the other side, possibly angry, possibly scared and he wasn't sure if he wanted or even had the ability to face that down right now.

He needed help. He really did and he knew it. Maybe he could sneak in, pack a bag and leave. That's what it was coming too. He was going to have to leave and either find his uncle or...find Douglas.

Sam shuddered and turned the knob so he could slip inside the house. He'd shower, pack a bag quickly and leave.

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"Sam, come on," Natalie chimed in, but with a softer tone. "I swear to whichever deity of your choosing, if you're trying to lock us out because you're trying to protect us or some crap like that..."

Sam didn't say anything because...that was the reason. He just stayed in his closet, making like he was looking for something when he really just wanted to hide.

Frank sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm calling your mother."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Natalie said. She moved a few quiet, careful steps closer to the closet.

Frank actually excused himself to do that, leaving Sam alone with Natalie and Ramon. Ramon still looked like he wanted to scream but Sam knew that was his way of dealing when he felt helpless.

Sam grabbed some shirts idly, not even arguing about his mother being called. He hoped he'd be gone by the time she got there.

Natalie stood by the closet door. She felt pretty helpless too. She wasn't letting it show. "Sam," she said, "please don't do this."

"Have to," he answered shortly, stepping a little further into the closet like that would protect him from the two people still left.

"Your mother's going to be really upset."

She sighed, watching him. No, hiding in the closet probably wasn't an answer or a solution.

"And that's assuming we just let you go."

"You can't stop me," Sam said, clearing his throat several times. That turned into coughing and he rubbed his chest. "No one can."

Natalie bit on her lip and considered moving closer. But didn't. Yet, anyway.

"That doesn't mean we wouldn't try."

"This is the best option!" Sam said, raising his voice for the first time in awhile. "It solves everything! So, you need to let me go. You've already done it once before, Natalie, I know you can do it again."

He was going to use cutting words if he had to to get himself out of this house without being stopped.

They didn't cut as deep when Natalie thought that might be what he was doing. still hurt a bit, but it was just a pang and she pushed it aside.

She moved closer, this time. "It solves exactly nothing, Sam. You won't feel any better. Neither will any of us."

Ramon was letting Natalie talk to him for the moment but he hadn't left. He'd use his enhanced strength to stop Sam if he had to. Frank was still outside, talking in hushed tones.

"I feel fine." He was sore and tired and hungry but he was fine. Totally. "You need to go back to the island, Natalie. Forget about me. I'm not worth your time."

"By showing up here I've already proven that last statement is false," Natalie replied evenly. "So if you could stop trying to drive me away, that'd be great, because it's not going to work."

She reached out slowly to put a hand on his shoulder, already expecting to get shoved away.

"No," Sam said, jerking away from her and her touch. His skin felt like it was on fire and any touch hurt more than he already hurt. The jerking just meant he was walking on his sore feet more and he whimpered.

He was cornered in the closet, of course, and had nowhere to go.

Natalie pulled her hand back. "Okay, if you don't want to be touched, fine," she said. "I won't force physical comfort on you. But I'm not going anywhere."

"You can stay. I'm the one that's leaving," he said, stuffing a few things in his backpack and moving to actually push past her and get out of this freaking closer. "Stay for as long as you want. Have fun with Frank and Ramon."

"You're being an idiot."

She... Okay, she actually moved to try and stand in his way because that felt like the only way she had any chance of making him at least look at her.

"You need painkillers and rest."

Sam pulled up short when she stood in his way. And he didn't look at her. He looked at his feet.

"I'm fine. I'll get what I need when I'm gone," he told her. "Please move."

Natalie ducked her head, tried to catch his eye anyway.

She shook her head. "No."

"Natalie, I don't love you anymore, I don't want you here, so move," he said, lying through his teeth but doing it just to get her to move so he could get himself away from people. "Move."

He didn't look at her.

Natalie didn't even flinch.

Well, not much.

"I wish you'd actually provide some reasons instead of trying to hurt my feelings."

"Because I asked you to," Sam tried, starting to get a little agitated with everything. "Please. I need to leave. I need to get myself out of here. I need to!"

Okay, that was bad, but she held strong for just one more word.

"Why?"

Considering she'd already asked that a couple of times, she wasn't expecting a good answer.

Sam didn't answer. His head was throbbing and he felt a little nauseous, like he might actually pass out for a second. Maybe it was the lack of food. Or the lack of water. Or the lack of...everything.

He reached out and put a hand on the closet wall to hold himself up.

This time, Natalie reached out a hand to steady him without hesitation.

"Sam?"

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