A/N: I know you're supposed to figure out how to explain all your characters quickly. I'm cutting myself a break here. Sam (per CBS established story line) is Don's sister. As I'm only up to Season 2; I've decided that she is his younger sister. And instead of going to Stuyvesant High School (NYC's public high school for the sciences) she somehow managed to get a full scholarship to Mary Baldwin's high school program. MB is an all-girls college in Virginia which has a boarding school program for high school students (or at least it had one).
I'm also sure that I should have figured out a couple of other things; but, I'm stuck in my Firefly story, and this is providing me a plot break from the theology of organic farming – which if anyone has ideas on – shoot me a message. Who knew that organic farming was biblical? Not me.
"Donnie, can you come get me?"
"I'm not coming down to Virginia."
"Uhhh…. Ummmm…."
Don Flack sighed in frustration. "Sam where are you?"
"The 13th."
"What the fuck are you doing there? You're supposed to be in school!" His boiling point was rapidly being reached; it had been another long day. He'd pulled a double shift and wanted nothing more than to go home and go to bed; but, no he had to trek across the city and save his little sister from yet another stupid escapade. He calmed himself down and loosened his tie. "Let me talk to the officer."
Samantha passed the phone over to the desk sergeant. Crap this sucked, there was really no way Pop wasn't hearing about this now. She watched his eyebrows go up as he tapped his pen on the desk. Yep, Don had said his name. The second the frigging Flack name got used; Christ just because everyone in the Flack family was a cop. Still Donnie coming down would be better then Pop coming down.
Sargeant Smith; R. Smith his name tag stated. Sergeant was the rank on his uniform shirt. He tapped the drivers license on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Samantha. "So, Kaitlyn Schultes isn't quite right."
Samantha looked at her feet, the scared desk, anything but Sergeant R. Smith. She knew she had to answer him. "Mmmm… No."
"Well, kid. What is your name?" Ron Smith had kids of his own; and he'd been a teenager. He didn't feel any sympathy for the teen; she'd gotten herself into the mess all by herself.
"Samantha. Samantha Flack."
He paused for a second, fingers above the keyboard. "Don's youngest."
"Yeah; Donnie's little sister." Sam really didn't feel like claiming Donald Flack Sr at the moment. Everyone knew Pop; and word always seemed to get back to him. Which meant BAD news for her when he found out. Why couldn't the blue line start and end at the hospital? Why did it have to include 'watching out for the family'?
"Uh huh."
"Please don't tell Pop."
Sergeant Smith raised an eyebrow at this. "Ya know kid. I know you don't get it now; but, someday you will. I'll protect your family and I trust your dad will protect my family."
Sam blushed; and stared at her feet. Donnie had warned her about this; said to keep her nose out of trouble. Cause no matter what happened Pop would find out about it. It didn't matter that there were nineteen freaking million people in the city. Don Flack Senior would find out. Fuck it sucked being a cop's kid.
Sam kept staring at her feet wishing she had her iPod or something; the evening wasn't supposed to go like this. She'd borrowed her roommate's Sue's fake ID and taken the train up from school in Virginia, met up with her friends from LaGuardia High. They were going out to celebrate Nick's eighteenth birthday. But, like every other time in her life when she'd tried to do something without telling her family: it hadn't gone according to plan. Nope, Nick and Cassie got in a yelling match outside the club where they gone to see some hot new group that Madison had been raving about. Then they couldn't get in because Jim's ID was too crappy that even a half-stoned bouncer could tell it was fake. So they'd ended up getting a bottle of Jim Beam and heading back to Stuyvesant Town where Cassie lived and Sam was crashing for the weekend. And then Nick, Jim and Pete got into a shoving match on the sidewalk which was why she was sitting in the fricking thirteenth precinct waiting for Donnie to come get her. They were all over eighteen so they'd been cited for being idiots and let go; but, Samantha was seventeen. Frigging Cassie had let it slip that Sam was seventeen; between her age and the bottle of Jim she had to have someone get her. And it looked like Sue's ID was going to get confiscated.
"Detective Flack."
"Ron. How's it going?" Sam's head snapped up. It felt like she'd just closed her eyes.
"Donnie." She jumped up to give him a hug.
He hugged her back; it had been too long since they'd seen each other. He then turned his piercing blue eyes onto her. "Sit."
Fuck, if he was this pissed at her there was no way Pop wasn't going to find out. Sam swung her legs a few times listening to him and Ron Smith (she could hear the sarcasm dripping from his name in her head) talk about sports, what Don Senior had been up to, and other stupid crap.
Don turned back to his Samantha. His baby sister had been in Alphabet City. He knew mom and dad had forbidden her from going there. When he was in high school they'd forbidden him going there, which had pretty much sucked because there were some really good parties and clubs down that way.
"Come on Sam. Let's go." Don looked at his watch and groaned inwardly; he'd been up for twenty-four hours. He took the paperwork from Sgt Smith; he was a really good guy; played cards with Pop occasionally. "We should make it home for breakfast."
That perked him up a little. Mom made killer breakfasts.
"Come on Don. Can't you just drop me at the train station? I've got classes Monday. Pop's gonna kill me."
He glared at her and propelled her into the car. "And they'll both kill me if I don't bring you home."
"Fine. You suck. I used to let you sneak in my window when you were busting curfew. And you won't even cover for me once. You frigging suck."
"Sneaking in a window a couple hours late is one thing. Being in Alphabet City, five hundred miles from where your seventeen year old sister is supposed to be in school is a whole 'nother thing." Don expertly wove in and out of the early morning traffic making pretty good time.
"Dude, you sound like Pop." Sam pouted. She really didn't feel like dealing with stupid adults right now. "Can I at least have Sue's ID back?"
Don sighed. He knew how hard it was to get an ID and that Sue would be pissed if she didn't get her ID back. "Yeah I suppose. But, I hear about you using it again and I'll kill you."
Sam watched their neighborhood coming into focus. The streets were still quiet because it was so early.
"Well, speaking of Pop." Don parked the car and looked up at the small neat house where they'd been brought up. Don Flack Senior was coming outside to get the newspaper.
"Crap. Can't you say I'm here to surprise Mom or something."
"Uh… looking at the thundercloud on his face; I don't think so." Don opened the car door. "Morning Pop."
Crap, this was going to suck. Sam opened the door and shuffled out of car. She looked up at their father. "Morning Pop." He was so going to kick her ass!
"Mother's expecting you two in the house for breakfast." Donald Flack Senior looked at his son; before he gave a stern stare at his youngest.
And that was that. That was the end of the discussion. Donald Flack Junior knew how this discussion would end after breakfast; he'd had similar ones several times. God he was glad he was an adult.
"I gotta go Pop. I just pulled a double." Don headed into the house to kiss mom good morning before he headed back out to crash for six hours. Hopefully, crash for six hours. He did not envy Sam her position; but, he knew it. He'd been in similar spots several times as a teenager.
