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The fact that Sam bowed out on some of the physical training this morning had went unnoticed by the team, he claimed to being nauseous, but Jules saw right through it. The fact that he had just come back from a trip to the base made her suspicious, she kept a careful inconspicuous eye on him for the rest of the day, and saw that he protected his stomach and was careful of any contact to his back. Most people wouldn't notice, but she knew him well. And, saw that he was in pain.

She knocked on his apartment door, later that night, and heard him say, "Coming!"

He opened the door, and let her in. She turned and looked at him, she hadn't thought of what to say, "What's wrong?" He asked, looking her in the eyes.

"You're hurt." She stated.

She watched the shocked look ghost through his eyes, but he covered it quickly, and looked away, like it wasn't even there in the first place, it was only something she would notice.

"I am?" He asked, making himself sound confused.

"Are you really gonna try to lie to me?" She asked.

He knew it was a long shot, so he just answered her truthfully,

"I'm good Jules." He said, and began to walk around her, she reached out and took his arm in her hand,

"Then show me." She said.

"Jules…"

"If you're fine, then why not show me?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine." He said.

She took a step forward and pulled up the front of his shirt before he could react, he didn't move knowing it was a lost cause anyways, she had already seen it, and Jules was a force to be reckoned with. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat, it was a dark, ugly bruise, across his stomach, from being kicked by his father while he was down.

"Sam…"

He pulled away.

"Take your shirt off." She ordered.

"No…Jules, I-"

He looked into her brown eyes, and he could see the worry and hurt that he wasn't trusting her, he could also saw the threatening glance she shot him, his shirt was coming off one way or another. He raised his hands in surrender, and gave in, "Okay, okay."

He slowly pulled his shirt over his head, wincing as he did so.

"Sam…" She whispered, seeing bruises across him stomach, the one on his lower abdomen was the worst . "Why would you let him do this?" She didn't have to ask, who had done it.

"It was a little persuasion to rejoin the military." Sam said, beginning to pull his shirt back over his head, "Don't even." She grabbed it out of his hands, and tucked it into the waistband of the back of her jeans.

"Turn around." She said, gently. He ran his hand through his hair, and she saw the distressed look in his eyes.

"Sam, please…I just want to make sure you're okay." She whispered, she knew he was hiding something from her.

He turned slowly, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw three dark welts across his back, from a belt lashing.

"Oh my god, Sam." She whispered, he turned, slowly,

"I'm okay, Jules."

"You have to do something…"

"I already have."

She looked at him, confused for a moment, "I told Sarge." He said quietly, he noticed it before you did, and I didn't want to worry you, he's reporting it, and…I have light duty for a week." He frowned.

"Worry me?" She questioned, incredulously, "I would have found out one way or another." She challenged, she pressed her body against his to back up what she'd said and he wrapped his arms around her, "Sooner or later, you wouldn't be able to resist, you think this is a reaction, can you imagine what I would do if I found out while we were in bed?"

Sam smiled down at her, and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Why don't you show me?" He whispered in her ear.
"But I already know." She smiled.
"So?" Sam whispered.
"So…" She smiled.
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