My muse is frustrating. I tell her it's a drabble, and she refuses to listen. It was quite the argument for some time, but she refused to budge. So here we are with a double drabble. I know it's still considered a drabble, but I prefer drabbles to be 100 words. Oh, well. As usual, sorry in advance for any mistakes. This isn't beta-ed, but I do have spell check!

Prompt: Dying
Word Count: 200 *mutters "bad muse"*

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He had never been afraid of dying before. It had always seemed inevitable. Mostly, he figured the undercover work would catch up to him, or a shot would hit too high on his Kevlar.

However, it had never occurred to him that his death would be because of faulty information from his handler. And after the fact, learning everything Andy and Peck had discovered, he had been livid.

This wasn't just about the danger he- and Andy- had been put in, but what happened to Jamie. The man had been bad at one time, yes, but he cleaned up his act, settled down, became a father. That didn't excuse his actions one bit. Maybe karma had caught up to him; they were innocent. They didn't deserve to be murdered, and Boyd shouldn't have covered it up, no matter what the cost to his informant.

But it was at that point, in the cabin, which he realized: dying terrified him. It wasn't the actually act of dying that scared him, it was more of the 'words I never said- risks I never took' sort of thing. Facing imminent death, Sam regretted one thing: not telling Andy what she meant to him.


I know Sam has more regrets, but I didn't want to make this longer than it already is. I know he regrets not being able to be there for his sister more, and we don't hear much about his family life, but I get the feeling that his father isn't in the picture: walked out/drunk/died/abusive - probably one of these. Tell me what you like, tell me what to change, but no flames. Flames burn my writing fingers.