Hello again readers. First I just wanted to say that I have not forgotten about old enemy, new problem the next chapter for that will be up once I finish the last little bit, which should be very soon.
This is very very very AU, so you have been warned. This is just a little something that I thought of late at night and the plot bunnies are not leaving me alone until I write this. Like I said very AU but give it a chance.
Sam is still a navy seal in this story and is 12 years older than Deeks in this making Sam 23 in this story. I know that is not the real age difference but to make this story work, I had to change the age. Sam is on leave from the seals and I know that he might not get this much time off but AU. Also Michelle is not CIA
Disclaimer- I own nothing or I would not make anyone wait for season 5
I do not have a beta and any mistakes are my own
This story will contain the abuse of a minor because it's a story about Deeks' childhood and that was not a happy time
Summary- what if Sam was there, the night that Deeks had shot his father. Sam and his fiancée Michelle move in over the road to the Brandel family in the weeks before deeks shot his father and are there to witness the before, during and aftermath of the event that changed his life.
Sam sighed and stretched his back out, after placing yet another box onto the floor of the house that he now shared with his beautiful fiancée, Michelle. He watched as she moved round the living room checking on each of the boxes that he had brought in from the car. He rolled his shoulder again to try and relieve some of the tension from it, and winced and the movement pulled at the stitches.
Michelle noticed the wince and immediately moved over, while pulling the painkillers, the doctor had prescribed, from her pocket and gently pushed them into Sam's hand.
"Maybe you should take a break honey, it's not like the house is going anywhere. We can finish up later" Michelle pulled Sam gently towards the couch, which the movers had brought in earlier along with some of the heavier furniture that had gone in a separate van and all that was left now were the smaller boxes that had fit in their own car. Sam allowed himself he flop down on the couch and moaned happily when he felt Michelle gently massage his shoulder.
"Do we need to change the dressings again?" Michelle asked and Sam thought about it before saying "no I think it should be okay, it's just a bit sore"
Michelle huffed at that and stood up again, pacing in front of Sam "well it wouldn't be sore, if you hadn't been shot" She stopped pacing and glared at Sam "you couldn't just ask for leave like a normal person, you had to get medical leave because you got shot" Michelle sunk back down on the couch next to Sam and buried her head in her hands. Sam could tell by the way that her shoulders were shaking that she was crying. Sam leaned over and pulled Michelle under his arm and hugged her tight to his body.
"You could have died" Michelle choked out. Sam just decided to let her let it out and rubbed soothing circles on her back.
After a few minutes Michelle calmed down and sat up. "I'm going to make a cup of tea with a lot of sugar; do you think you could find the mugs from the car?"
"Yeah sure, let's get the unpacking done so we can make our reservations later"
Michelle smiled and walked towards the kitchen, Sam took that as he cue to hunt down the mugs. Wandering slowly towards the car, Sam took a second to take in the neighbourhood; it was a Saturday so he was expecting to see kids running round but he only saw one kid at the house directly opposite his. The boy was lying on his back tossing a ball up and down. From what Sam could see the boy had longish blond hair and seemed smallish and skinny but he would place the boy's age at around 10 maybe 11.
As Sam reached the car, the ball the boy was playing with bounced towards his feet. He glanced up surprised and saw the boy still standing on his side of the road. When he saw that Sam was looking, he dropped his gaze and darted across the road, stopping just down the pavement from Sam.
"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to it just got away from me"
Sam frowned taking in the kid now that he had a better view. His hair was halfway towards his shoulders and slightly dirty, just like the shirt he was wearing that seemed too long and too big for his small, skinny frame. The only thing that stood out in his face, were his big deep ocean blue eyes that still had that childhood spark of mischief but there was also worry in his eyes, almost as if he was worried about what Sam might do. What made Sam look harder though was the bright fresh bruise on his jaw and the remnants of a black eye that looked about a week old.
"That's okay kid, nothing got hurt" Sam paused before scooping up the ball and tossing it back to the boy, who caught it easily "I'm Sam Hanna, just moving in, as you can probably tell"
The boy let out a small smile "Martin Brandel, lived there all my life"
Sam offered his hand out and as Martin went to take it there was a yell from his house. Martin flinched and turned his back on Sam. Sam glanced up as well and saw a middle aged man with the same blond hair as Martin leaning out of the door. He had a beer can in his hand and was yelling for his son to come back to the house.
"I should go" Martin whispered before running back to his house. Sam watched as just when Martin reached the door, his father grabbed him roughly and almost threw him into the house, before slamming the door hard.
Just as Sam turned back to his car, a bit of movement caught his eye at the upstairs window, he glanced up and squinted against the midday sun and saw a women, who must be Martins mother, but as he raised a hand in a wave, Michelle called to him asking about the mugs and by the time he turned back round after replying the women was gone.
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Later that evening
Sam and Michelle walked back to their new house after having their first evening out in a very long time. Sam had gotten the cab driver to drop them off at the beach and from there they had walked home.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening Mrs. Hanna" Sam told Michelle
"No problem Mr Hanna, thank you for being a wonderful husband" Michelle pulled on Sam's hand and spun her round to face her before leaning up and planting a playful kiss on his lips.
Sam tugged her faster down the pavement towards their house. They were almost there when the door to the house opposite, which Sam quickly remembered was Martins, banged open allowing the artificial light to flood the road, joining the light of the moon and the small light the street lamps gave off. Yelling and jeering could be heard inside and moments later, a small skinny boy ran from the house and blew past them running down the road in the direction that the Hanna's had just come from.
The silhouette of the women Sam had earlier seen at the window, moved out onto the porch, her eyes trained on the figure of her son disappearing round the corner. She opened her mouth to call after him but was beaten to it by her husband
"Martin you get you worthless arse back here, right now or you get locked out for the night" Now that didn't seem to be much of a threat but Sam knew that the evenings could still get very cold regardless of the fact that it was LA.
When Martin failed to come back after a minute, Mr Brandel turned to pull his wife back into the house. It was then that he noticed Sam and Michelle, standing outside their house.
"Silly kid overreacted that's all" He drunkenly slurred his words and pulled Mrs Brandel back into the house, shutting the door firmly behind them.
Sam turned to Michelle but before he could say anything she was pushing him in the direction that Martin had run. "Go, find him and bring him back to ours, he can stay with us for the night" Sam nodded and kissed his wife
"You're a brilliant person" he told her, before kissing her again. With that he turned and jogged down the street.
Once Sam turned the corner, looking for Martin became harder. He had a head start, he knew the area very well and there was no moon so Sam was relying on the flickering street lamps. The road was a straight quick route to the beach. He figured that would be his best bet at finding Martin.
Once at the beach Sam looked around before seeing the Santa Monica pier just down the beach, as he headed towards it he jogged past a couple and his ears picked up some of what they were talking about.
"… Looked so scared, should we have tried to help?"
"Not sure, the way he was running"
"Should we call the cops?" Knowing that he was on the right track, Sam quickly stopped to ask if Martin had headed to the pier before running on. According to the couple, Martin had been bleeding and Sam was beginning to put together a picture of what might have happened and it didn't look good.
As he stopped at the entrance to the pier, he spotted some tracks on the beach. They were small enough to be Martins and they went underneath the pier. If someone wasn't looking for you, Sam guessed it would be a pretty good hiding place. Sam slowly headed down and he saw small flecks of what looked like blood standing out against the pale white grains of sand. When he got closer he heard muffled crying and he saw the silhouette of a young boy in the moonlight.
Martin tensed as he sat down and shifted away, curling tighter into himself and hiccupping slightly as he tried to bring himself in control of his tears.
"Hey" Sam greeted, he waited but there was no reply apart from muffled sniffing. The sound made Sam want to put his arms around the boy but he figured that was the last thing he should do considering the circumstances. He studied the ocean in front of him and watched as the moons reflection danced across the waves, he felt calmer and Sam understood why Martin would come here when he was upset.
"Why did you follow me" Martins voice was soft and so quiet that Sam almost missed it.
"Because I wanted to make sure you were okay" Sam shifted his body so that he was sitting cross legged in front of Martin. His head was tucked into his chest and his legs where pulled tight against his body. It was impossible to tell where the blood, that Sam had seen, had come from. "And my wife is making her famous hot cocoa and I was wondering if you wanted some."
For the first time Martin looked up and Sam barley stifled a gasp. His nose was bloody and possibly broken, his cheeks were covered in shallow mostly superficial looking cuts and he had a split lip. Sam reached for a packet of tissues that he kept in his back pocket and gently placed one against Martins nose. Martin jerked away for a second but after realising that Sam meant no harm; he allowed the tissue to be placed once again on his nose.
"Hot cocoa sounds nice but I can't go home" he whispered and looked away. Sam's heart was actually breaking just from the look on this young boy's face.
"You can spend the night at mine and then I can sort this out, you won't ever have to get hurt again" Sam told him but by the way Martin jerked away, Sam knew he had gone too far.
"Wh…what…what do you mean, n…no one hu..hurts me. I should g...go" Martin scooted further away and pushed himself to his feet, defiance suddenly showing in his young face. The tissue lay instantly forgotten between the two of them.
"Where are you going to go? I heard your father as well you did, you can't go back home"
Martin's eyebrows got tighter together and he drew himself up to his full height as he glared at Sam. "It's not like I'm really locked out, my mum well let me back in and it's not like anything happened, I fell and cried and my father doesn't like it when I cry. He says crying is for girls and I'm not a girl so I shouldn't cry."
Sam raised an eyebrow and started unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt and pushed his left shoulder sleeve down, revealing the stark white bandages that stood out in contrast to his dark skin.
Martins eyes grow wider and his mouth opened in a little gasp.
"I got this while fighting in well… that's classified. But the point is that when this happened, I cried. Crying is not just something that's okay for girls to do; I mean I probably cry more than my wife cries"
Martins face seemed disbelieving "really?"
"Sure" Sam moved forward a little bit in order to give Martin a new tissue but when he did Martin stepped back and away from Sam. Sam paused and simply held his hand out to Martin instead.
After a few seconds he reached out and took the tissue before placing it gently under his nose in order to try and stem the bleeding. "Thank you"
Sam shifted his body back to face the sea and after a minute he felt Martin sit down next to him. Sam said nothing and waited until the boy was ready to speak.
"I should go home; my mum will be worried about me"
"Are you sure you don't want hot cocoa or anything…?" Sam tried again. He felt like he should help this boy stay away from that house but at the same time he admired Martin, a little bit, for wanting to go back for his mothers sake, not caring what might happen to him if he went back.
"No, but thank you" Martin stood up and drew in a deep breath as if trying to prepare himself for going back.
"No problem, kid. Anytime, you hear me? Anytime you need it, my house is open for you"
Martin nodded and they walked back in complete silence. Arriving back at their houses, Sam turned to Martin and told him goodnight. As he turned his back on the boy to walk up to his own house, he felt something crash into his lower body. Startled he looked down and saw Martin clinging on.
"You know, my mum and Ray call me Marty. Only people I like can call me that and I want you to call me Marty as well." The voice was slightly muffled by Sam's jeans but Sam still knew what Martin, no Marty was trying to tell him. Before he could reply, Marty tore himself away and ran across the road to his house. Instead of trying the front door, Marty jumped over the gate that Sam assumed led to the back garden.
As he walked up to his house, Sam reflected on his day. A new house, new neighbourhood, new neighbours and a new person, that had wormed his way into Sam's heart. Before he even knocked, Michelle had flung the door open and was looking past him. Looking for Marty, with a cup of hot cocoa in her hands, her face fell when she didn't see him.
"What happened? Where is he?" Michelle used her free hand to tug Sam inside the house and push him towards the kitchen, which was the only room in the house that was finished and ready for use.
Sam flopped down at the kitchen table and gratefully took a sip at the cocoa that was placed in front of him. He started telling Michelle what had happened down at the beach and what his suspicions were about Mr Brandel.
Michelle moved round and started giving Sam and neck rub "you did what you could. We can just keep trying, he's not alone anymore. Let's go to bed Sam, we can talk more in the morning"
Sam nodded and followed his wife upstairs, his thoughts the entire time on the skinny scrawny kid across the road.
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Over the next few weeks the Hanna family tried everything they could think off to keep Marty away from his house when he was not at school. They need help sorting through their old stuff; Michelle needed someone to help with the shopping when Sam couldn't, They were thinking about getting a pet and wanted to make sure that it would be fine around children.
The offers would extend to Danielle, Marty's mother as well. Michelle and Danielle became quite good friends and began spending more time with the Hanna's. Because of that Marty would end up there a lot as well.
Sometimes they would come with new bruises and injuries and even a few times they didn't come at all. Those days left Michelle and Sam worried for days, until Danielle and Marty turned up again, not mentioning anything about what had happened or where they had been. But no matter what they tried, neither mother nor son wanted to come clean and say what was really happening inside the house and without them admitting anything there wasn't that much that Sam or Michelle could do.
After a few weeks, Sam wondered how long this would go on for before either the Brandel's told or they would get a worse injury then a few bruises or cracked ribs and concussions. Sam dreaded to think what he would do if Marty or Danielle got seriously injured.
Like any other time when his leave was nearly finished, Sam felt sorrow but this time it was not just for leaving Michelle. No it was leaving Marty and Danielle as well. It was clear that Marty was also dreading Sam leaving, when he first mentioned it Marty disappeared for two days and every time the conversation headed that way, Marty would either leave or find a way to change the conversation.
Sam was hoping that while he was on tour was that Michelle would still be able to keep Danielle and Marty safe but he was still wishing that they would change their mind about telling the police before he left.
Three weeks after the Hanna's moved in, Sam wish came true but not in the way that he expected it to.
Reviews are love and I would love to know how you feel about this idea. Should I go on or scrap the story, altogether. I know sam might be a bit OCC but that's just how I need him to be. Sorry if there are any mistakes, just let me know
Babyliss12 xxxx