#debracarter

            Sam watches her mother thoughtfully from her side of the couch, legs tucked beneath her and glass of wine in hand. She's barely touched it, but the point is to relax - spending the night with Debra does wonders to distract her workaholic brain, truthfully, but Sam knows the other woman has so many questions. As much as she'd like not to dredge up her past, she also wants her mom to know the parts of her life that she's missed. And it's only fair, Sam herself has poked and prodded into so much of Debra’s life before her disappearance..

            Lips pull into a smile and she breaks the comfortable silence with a shrug.        “ Alright, go ahead - ask whatever you wanna know. Turnabout is fair play and all that. “

                               “---Yeah?”    

         She hadn’t thought this through, when one of the lab assistants had mentioned Agent Carter in passing conversation ; hadn’t thought much at all beyond connecting the dots from the girl’s brief explanation. She’d only settled on one thing before taking off from the lab she’d been given. Her mother is alive.

         Now she's frozen outside the door to Debra’s office, fighting down the beginnings of tears. She has no right to be here, really -- she isn’t this woman’s daughter. But the desperation she feels clawing in her chest won’t let her leave. Will she even want to see another Sam?

         But at the sound of approaching footsteps Sam steels herself ;  it’s probably now or never. She raps her knuckles against the door and waits for it to open, hardly daring to breathe.

With a bright smile, Becca held her arms out to see if Hannah would come to her and give Debra a bit of a rest. Walking through the door, Becca absentmindedly reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind Debra’s ear.