FF_5/14/2009
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Sam looked around the hotel room. It hadn't been a great start with Team 1. In hindsight, he should have stayed away from the incident. This was going to be harder than he thought. They were a team, and he was the outsider.
The second meeting hadn't gone much smoother. Oh, on the surface, everyone was all smiles and welcomes. But Jules had already asked the question he'd been dreading. Thankfully Spike had chimed in with another and he was able to laugh them off. Gosh, that guy could talk. Hopefully no one attached any significance to his avoidance of their questions. He couldn't read these people yet.
Sam looked around the room again. He was alone – truly cut off from everything and everyone he'd known; everyone but Commander Holleran. And Sam couldn't ask him to do any more than he'd already done. No, Sam would have to make it here on his own.
He knew he'd come across a little strong, but he didn't want them to question his tough-guy, Special Forces exterior. It held the pain in. If it broke, Sam didn't know what would happen; how he'd be able to handle it.
One final look around and Sam quickly undressed and slipped into the bed. He had a new life waiting tomorrow. He needed to be prepared. Sam closed his eyes and let himself slip into sleep.
A/N: A series of post-ep one-shots. Please review.