DISCLAIMER: Popular is the intellectual property of Ryan Murphy. I simply dabble in his sandbox, make his characters gay for each other and enjoy the turn on that follows.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is for mysensitiveside, who requested: "What do you want from me, Sam?" Of course, whenever someone uses that statement, I immediately think angst So, here we go again (And I freely admit I've been listening to the Smashing Pumpkins lately.)
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
"What do you want from me, Sam?" Brooke demanded angrily. "I'm sick and tired of you trying to mow me down. It's bad enough my ex-best friend actually tried to mow me down, but you, you do it so much now, I don't know how much more I can take!"
"Wow, and you say I'm mowing you down?" Sam responded bitterly, "Trying to compare me to Nicole, like I'm going to get drunk and behind the wheel and wait for you to cross the street just to miss? You must think so highly of me!"
"What else do you want me to say? You pushed me out of the way, Sam! You pushed me out of the way of certain death and then you do this complete 180. How do you do that? How do you go from saving my life to hating me in just one breath-"
"-I don't hate you!" Sam yelled suddenly, quieting Brooke down. "I love you! I fucking love you so much it hurts. And I knew if I didn't save you that day, I wouldn't be able to live with myself, because I love you so fucking much, Brooke!"
"What?" Brooke squeaked, bringing a hand to her mouth, not sure what to say or do. It never occurred to her that Sam loved her, not after everything. 'There was no way this was happening, this was an end not a beginning, right?' Brooke thought, confused.
"If you would've died that day," Sam became deadly serious, echoing the face she wore the night of junior prom. It frightened Brooke slightly to see Sam become so detached, so foreboding. But it was a face Sam wore all too well; a face she'd been wearing more frequently in the days before this. "If Nicole would've hit you, and I would've been too late, I would've gladly thrown myself in front of the next speeding car that came my way. I would've died without you, Brooke, but I've died with you, too."
"You've what? Sam I don't I don't know what to say," Brooke tried to say something, anything to bring Sam back from this ledge she was on, but she didn't know what to say. Her mind was racing, her stomach in knots.
So, Brooke did the only thing she could, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Sam's shoulders tightly as the walls began to crumble. Sam fell apart, and Brooke tried to be strong for both of them even as their world came crumbling down around them. But for Brooke, this was a beginning, even if Sam meant to make it out to be the end.
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