hold me closer, necromancer

Brid gave Sam a ride home on Sean’s motorcycle. He’d left the car with Haley so she could bring James back to the house whenever he was ready, and he’d made the rest of the crew follow in Gary’s van.

( This part made me cry the first time I read it... )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. It's pretty much all said and done save for some minor wrap up that I'll get to in a day or so. Thank you all for reading! Nothing objectionable in this part!]

By the fifth ring, Sam was afraid Dunaway wouldn’t pick up, but he did, greeting Sam with a wary hello.

( And we head into the home stretch! )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Part 1 of 2. Warning for: post length, violence.]

It was dark when they finally got home, and, despite the nap, Sam was still tired. There was a tranquility to the house, with everyone ensconced in individual activities. He headed to my room with a wave to James. He needed some quiet time to think.

( And lo, Sam gets a visitor! )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length but nothing else objectionable in this part.]

Over iced coffee, Sam had talked with Haley about Brannoc's murder and the Brid's pack being a mess. It was nice to just talk about it, get it off his chest with someone not as closely connected to the whole thing. It was good to get a a fresh viewpoint.

( What Haley suggested... )

[NFB, NFI. Lifted and cut from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length.]

Brid leaned in and kissed Sam solemnly on the cheek. When she leaned back, her face was a mask. "What we need is answers, and we’d like you to help us get them. The pack and I would be eternally grateful.”

( And we continue on being sad today... )

[NFB. Part 2 of 2. Cut and slashed from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length, vomit. Open, but if you want to talk to Sam, you're probably going to get one of his friends at this point due to him being sick.]

The past week had been...interesting. Between the situation with Natalie and seeing his possible child again, Sam had come back to Seattle pretty tired. And as soon as he'd come back, he'd been in Brid's cross hairs. She wanted answers to every single little thing because of course she could tell he'd been holding things back from him.

He'd managed to avoid questions for the most part by just telling her he was tired and giving her the excuse that the welts on his wrists were from some harpy that he'd run into in a graveyard on the outskirts of Seattle. She hadn't bought it but she'd left him alone and that had been what he'd been going for.

But, she was back now. Sam had been trying to avoid her by staying in his room all day because that was gonna deter Brid. Nope. She'd pretty much kicked his door in and now she was actually sitting on top of him, using her strength to keep him in place.

"Brid. Get off me," Sam said, squirming around and trying to buck her off of him like that was gonna happen.

"Sure," Brid said, leaning down and letting some of her hair tickle his cheeks. He breathed her in and was struck by the different smells that she had versus Natalie. "When you start talking."

"Nothing to talk about," he said stubbornly. "And I don't wanna talk."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until you do something that tells me you're not avoiding me," Brid pointed out. "It feels like you're pulling away and I don't like it."

"I'm not pulling away," he said, glaring at her. "I'm right here."

"You're not pulling away?" Brid shook her head. "Prove it."

Sam continued to glare at her before he lurched up and just kissed her. That was what she wanted, right? And it wasn't like he didn't want it at times either. And it'd keep her mouth busy and he wouldn't have to talk to her.

So, this was a great idea. And Brid seemed to agree because she was responding pretty quickly. Yep, this was a grand idea on the scale of stupid thing. Sam was cleaning up on that scale this week.

[I wrote this last night and just got around to posting it. NFB/NFI]

Sam's birthday was in a few days. He'd honestly forgotten about it just due to the other things that had taken up residence in his head lately. It'd taken Ramon bringing it up to remind him. And when Ramon had realized that Sam had forgotten, he'd decided to throw a small, impromptu party at the house. Sam had tried to get out of it but Ramon had insisted and Sam hadn't been able to get him to relent.

Ramon had promised small and Sam was glad he was keeping to his word. There were a small group of people in the backyard, hanging out and chatting away. Ramon had even gotten his mom and Haley to show up which amused Sam, at least. Some had brought presents but most hadn't been prepared and Sam didn't really care anyway.

After getting over his initial dislike of the idea, Sam was a little more relaxed now. He had a drink in one hand and was quietly talking with Brid while the party went on around them.

He'd been nineteen in a few days and Sam was kind of amazed he was still alive. So, he could relax and enjoy himself.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/visits. Sam wouldn't have told a lot of people about his birthday but if you think you know and that Ramon might have called you, feel free to show up or call or whatever!]