Thoughts
A/N: Just a one-shot about what the thoughts of Team One might have been at the end of Scorpio especially after meeting Sam. Enjoy! Please review!
Jules
"I'm Sam. Sam Braddock." The male voice states as I'm packing up my gear. The moron continues. "You don't see lady snipers too often, that's kinda sexy." Ugh, doesn't this guy understand that I just want to go back to the barn so I can go home? Doesn't he realize that this call has frayed our nerves? "…I carry a vintage Colt myself." He blathers on. As I turn around he reaches into his jacket.
My cop senses kick into overdrive. Gun drawn. Yelling. My team quickly surrounds the muscular man holding a photograph in his hands. His face shows no fear but his hands are slightly held in the air.
"My dad and I. Pearl grips." He states with a smirk, pointing to the photo.
Commander Holleran strides up. "Lower your weapons. Lower your weapons." He commands, walking up to this blonde guy. "Braddock, I told you to meet me at the station."
This Braddock moron gives his lame excuse and swaggers off with the Commander. "Nice post-incident reflexes guys." He smirks cockily.
Team 1
'Who the hell does he think he is?'
The Retirement Party
Jules
Great, he's here again.
"Alright, let's try this again. Team One, Sam Braddock. Sam, this is your new team." Holleran states.
Everyone politely says 'hello'.
"Isn't the team full?" I ask, a snarky tone evident in my voice.
The Commander reveals Rolie's promotion. I'm happy for him, he deserves it, but to have this cocky guy on the team? Ugh, great. Sam sits next to me of course and I roll my eyes.
Holleran states that Sam is ex-JTF2. Fabulous, now we've got to train a Special Forces Army brat.
Sam
The animated guy called Spike, asks, ""So Sam, how many Al-Qaida guys you take out?"
I just about vomit and I know I pale. God, how insensitive could he be? Asking me how many people I killed? He acts like it's some kind of trophy.
"What d'ya mean? Like out to dinner?" I joke, my 'happy' mask quickly slides into place.
The sniper chick from earlier keeps blowing me off. It's pretty hot. She won't tell me what Jules is short for, teasing me. I just sit back sipping my beer and watching my new 'team'. God, that word makes me sick. Team. I can't trust anyone anymore. Everyone has betrayed me.
My stomach flips with worry. I'm starting to have an anxiety attack and I need to get out of here to calm myself down. I quietly excuse myself from the table, laying down a few bills to pay for my beer. My sergeant follows me out, a little ways behind me. I can tell he wants to talk to me so I stop outside the restaurant. My body immediately stiffens until I stand at attention: shoulders stiff, back tense, posture straight, chin pointed straight ahead, eyes cold and blank, jaw clenched, hands by my side; everything falls into place simultaneously.
"Sam -" He starts.
"Yes sir." I bark in return.
"At ease, Sam." He states, my body instantly collapsing into a more casual position. "You don't have to stand at attention, Sam. This isn't the Army." He reminds, a warm smile plays on his lips.
I sigh softly and drop my head in shame. "My apologies, sir. Force of habit." I state quietly.
"Welcome to the team, Sam. We'll be meeting at headquarters tomorrow morning at six. Get some sleep."
I nod crisply and wait until he returns inside before heading for my car. I let myself into my new apartment and unpack the essentials from my one suitcase. I sit on my bed flipping through some of my pictures. The few pictures I have of my best friend Matt tears a whole straight through my heart. He shouldn't have died. He's shouldn't have been there. I pulled the trigger. I killed him. I killed my best friend.
I lay my head in my heads, taking deep breaths to settle my anxiety. I always get real anxious before a new tour or mission. I place the pictures in the draw of the small nightstand.
A loud sigh escapes me as I crawl in bed. What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: I told you guys it was going to be short! Thanks for reading! Please share your thoughts and comments!