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No fate, but what you make
Topic Started: Jan 29 2018, 10:21 AM (36 Views)
TheLostBoys

January 5, 2008

"Sam sweetie, you have a visitor." Laying down upon his banal bed, Sam Braxton shifted his gaze from the ever exciting ceiling of his room to regard the young lady smiling warmly at him from the doorway. Officially it was labelled a cell, but as it was designed for the growing youths of Queensland it was fitted to be some what more 'homey' and comfortable. But a cell was still a cell regardless of how it was decorated. Not that Sam was confined to his room, he just chose to remain there, he seemed to get into less trouble that way.
The young lady was a member of staff at the Brisbane Youth Detention Centre, her name was Mary Campbell and as far as the staff went, she was one of the more friendly and compassionate. Sam couldn't bring himself to hate her.

"Who is it?" The last thing Sam ha been expecting was a visitor.

"A polite young man by the name of Dean. Says he's a good friend of yours."

In that instant Sam could have tried to throttle poor Mary. Dean was the last person he wanted to see him here, like this. In fact since his move to the Detention Centre Sam had hoped that Dean would move on after his graduation, make something of his life and stay very, very far away from him.

"Come now Sam let's not keep your friend waiting."

With a sigh Sam reluctantly followed Mary through the grounds of the Centre to the visitors yard where Dean waited at one of the tables. Sam was thankful that Mary didn't follow him over and instead allowed him the space and freedom to approach Dean himself.

"G'day Sam."

"What the," Sam quickly checked to make sure no staff were within earshot, they had strict expectations on language, "Hell are you doin' here Dean?" Dean was surprised at Sam's tone. it sounded as if Sam was not happy to see him.

"I came to visit you."

"Why?"

Sam couldn't even look his dearest friend in the eyes. The boy was not known for expressing shame, but in this particular moment, that was all he could feel.

"Sam, mate, what's got you so aggro?"

"You shouldn't be here. You're probably off to uni soon, being all smart and sh-stuff and actually doin' something with your life. You don't need a no-hoper like me in your life anymore, holdin' you back."

"I may have graduated but I will not abandon you! have never once considered you a No-Hoper. And you certainly don't 'hold me back'."

"You're parents don't seem to think so."

Dean rembered back to his high-school graduation, an evening marred by his parent's rigid expectationd and plotting of his future and their disparaging comments of Sam who had been seen lurking around the grounds to wish Dean good luck.

"Yeah well stuff them! They're just a couple of stuffy jerks!"

Sam hissed in response to Dean, a warning to keep their voices down. After all they weren't in the most forgiving of locations.

"But they're you're family Dean! And people need a family."

There was a long and awkward pause shared between the two before Dean dared to probe a little deeper.

"Did you really attack your foster father?"

Finally Sam met Dean's eyes. The feeling of shame and anger made way for pride.

"He deserved it." Sam growled.

Dean studied his friend with a mixture of confusion, apprehension and sympathy. What little he knew of Sam's circumstances had been from rumour and hearsay around the school grounds, which could hardly be trusted and from his parents, which was often exaggerated to prove their point. But he thought he was beginning to build an understanding. Time to change to subject.

"I brought you a gift." Dean produced a box-shaped object from beneath his side of the table, one that looked as if someone had tried to tape torn up wrapping paper around it. Not surprising since the security staff at the Centre would have wanted to inspect the contents. It was still a touching gesture though. The gift had caught the attention of some of the staff who watched the young pair more intently and wary as Sam slowly opened the gift.
There was a pile of things, but most taking pole position at the top was a flyer for a wrestling school run by their federation of choice, the AWF. Underneath was a collection of blank workbooks.

"Alright mate, you takin' the pi-ah I mean havin' a laugh at me?"

"No Sam. I'm fair dinkum. Here's the deal. I'm gonna help you get through school. Don't worry about the OP, stuff it. But some way, some how I am going to get you through and then, after that. You and I are going to check out that training program."

"You're parents won't allow it. Let's be real here."

"What they won't know, won't hurt them."
That piqued Sam's interest. Dean was generally not the rebellious sort.

"Don't you worry about it. Sam, I promise you that one way or another you and I will do this, together. I'll fit it in with work and uni. I'll move heaven and earth! It's time we took control of our lives and we're gonna do that by making your dream our reality!"
There was nothing but sheer determination and sincerity in Dean's voice and eyes. Sam was not one for emotion but he was suddenly overcome by it and with nowhere else for it to go, it all come out. Sam cried into Dean's shoulder, his tears a symbol of sorrow, of remorse, of happiness and of hope.

So this is what it felt to have a family.
Edited by TheLostBoys, Jan 29 2018, 10:34 AM.
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