Samuel Casey

“I don’t need to be spared,” she replied. “Yeah, you went through it too, but decided that you can’t spare yourself. And since you can’t, why should I be granted that privilege?” Her words came out with venom in her tone. “I don’t want to be spared, because you may think you are protecting me, but you’re not. You’re making it much worse. That sparing leaves me not being able to breath every single time you two are out on a mission. Don’t make me try to get it through your head, I’ve been battling with Sebastian for so long. I don’t want to be spared because what I think when you’re on a mission is the fear of what can happen to you both. Jesus Christ Sam, that guy almost killed you. Do you know what would happen to me if you died? I don’t think I’d be able to live. You and Sebastian, and Madeline, and Leah, you guys are everything to me. I am not spared by not knowing. I thought you understood that. I thought you know that with us going through it with just Sebastian working. Now I have both of you to be worried about every day. The only one who understands is Kendall, before that I really thought you got it.”

Sam just scoffed an angry laugh shaking his head at her monologue. “You act like you are the only one whose been through shit Jacqueline. Like you are the only one it affects. How can someone who has been through so much be so damn ignorant and self centered?” He shot back, anger that wasn’t as common for Sam spilling out at how unreasonable this who thing was. “Fuck this. I’m not doing this with you. You want to be mad at me for not telling you shit I can’t even handle talking about? Fine. Whatever.” He shook his head turning away and apperating out of the argument. He couldn’t deal with this right now..

“Would they? She’s too…. fun for him, don’t you think? I mean did you see his face? Pure terror.” Sylar laughed. “Shame, cause he’s sort of gorgeous.” He sighed, glancing once more in their direction before looking into his own bottle. “Mmmm.” He hummed, nodding and hanging Sam the empty one to take with him.

“He was pretty terrifed.” Sam laughed at his comment. Sam walked off returning with two full new beers. “Here we go. Fresh and boozy.” He laughed at his own stupid joke. “God, maybe I’ve had to much.” 

“No, I didn’t lose a bet.” He snapped, turning away from his brother. “And I don’t want to talk about my hair.”

“Right fine whatever man.” He sighed and shrugged. “You alright?”

“What do you think, more embarrassing if I sit at her desk or if she finds me annoying her coworkers?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh a bit. It sounded like something Mrs. Casey would do if they ever let her in here. “You could do both. My desk is right by hers.” He offered as he lead the way. “I’m uh, I’m Sam by the way.” 

“Hey you, have you seen Bailey? Uh, Bailey Fielding, that is. I’m her dad.”

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Sam had turned at the question and froze up slightly at the rest of it. “Uh, yeah, hey. She’s uh, down processing someone at the moment. I uh, do you want to wait at her desk?”

“I couldn’t tell you.” He shrugged, as if it bothered him less than it did. Glaring, he leaned forward, rubbing a hand over his buzzed head. “I cut it, what the fuck does it look like?”

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“Why the fuck would you do that?” Lose a bet with Lenny or something?” Sam asked.

Everything in her head screamed No! Don’t let him leave. But her instincts to protect herself, her life, her family, screamed Yes, leave me alone. “Yes, I want you to back off,” she said, her voice quietly, not being able to look at him.

Sam’s steps slowed at her words. “Alright then. That’s all I needed to hear. If that...if that’s what you want.” He replied, no longer keeping pace with her. He watched her for a moment before turning and walking before apperating away. He was an idiot. He should have known better.

Bailey mentally cursed, she knew he wasn’t going to give up. “What can I say? I have the tendency to avoid when I’m busy,” she replied. “I really need to do this, I can’t talk, maybe another time, sorry Sam.”

“Just, just tell me one thing and I’ll back off.” He said, keeping up with her. “Do you want that? For me to back off?”

Sam was buzzed, well no. Sam was drunk, but for the first time in a long time the good kind of drunk. The enbravened drunk that pushed you to do stupid things. Things you’d been to stubborn to do sober. He landed at her door with a little wobble, taking a moment to find his balance before knocking loudly on her door. “Bailey! Bailey open up.” 

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Jackie went rigid when he brought up their father. “Don’t you dare bring Dad into this,” she said through gritted teeth. “I deserved to know, Sam. He’s the one who…” her voice trailed off a little, as she tried to shake the memories of the attack out of her head. “Not only because of that, but because you decided that I shouldn’t be clued in on trying to help you or Sebastian! I’m not a child anymore, I’ve been through way too much shit to even come close to that. You and Seb need to get over this crazy protection thing you have on me, because I rather know what’s going on, that spend days worrying about you two because you both decided it wasn’t a good idea to tell me and then ignore it and lie. I’m so done, I’m done fighting. If you’re not going to listen, I’m,” she paused, not wanting to go further and regretting it. “Sometimes I think you two don’t think I even exist, you just do.”

“Are you---Are you serious?! Are you fucking serious right now?!” Sam’s laugh was a sarcastic laugh, hurt present in its anger. “Jax you are the only thing that even matters to either of us. Excuse me for knowing how much shit you’ve been through and wanting to spare you from even more of it! Or did you forget that I went through it too?”

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian leaned over to shove his brother in the shoulder, although it was a fair question. He hadn’t even thought he could do it, he wasn’t surprised that no one else seemed to, either. But he was glad to prove them wrong. “Check the bottle and then tell me if you still need to ask.”

Sam did as he said, looking to find it was juice and laughing. “Sober and drinking like a ten year old.” He laughed standing to give his brother a man hug. “Proud of you man. Really. What sparked this? Ivy?” He asked.

Sebastian tossed his small coin at his brother as he sat next to him, surprised he was as proud of himself as he was. It wasn’t easy - it was, in fact, a lot harder than he’d thought it would be - but he’d done it. One month, down. He placed the bottle he’d brought square between them on the table - sparkling cider. Sebastian leaned back, glancing sideways at Sam, waiting to see what he would say. He hadn’t told him he was quitting - having been given an earful about his drinking one too many times to give him false hope if it ended up he couldn’t stick with it. @samuelcasey

Sam had been working, looking over his latest case when the coin rolled to a stop on the paperwork. He blinked at it, picking it up to make sure he was reading it right. One month Sober. He looked over at his brother before back at the coin. “Is this for real or did you mug a guy outside an AA meeting?” But there was a grin tugging at his lips, he was trying to hold it back in case this really was some really shit joke.