Hi again! New update, I'm planning to update at least once a day, given the fact that I'm not so busy and love to write. So far one review, and that sent my almost jumping up and down so thank you Babylon.
Anyways, here you go people!
BrEeZy
Quiet Company
Before it gets better, it gets worst. For some reason that sentence had been running through her distracted mind all day, despite the fact that she kept crushing it, not believing a single word of that crap. In fact she'd been waiting for what seemed like forever to have Baird open up just a little bit, or even lessen his minor hostility to her starting with a few less smart ass remarks. But of course he hadn't, really what did she expect? Damon Baird seemed forever frozen in this state of being a complete asshole, and even after the recent events she still felt an urge to know why he'd always been one.
'No you don't.' Sam thought to herself; a feeble attempt to change her stubborn mind. Her side felt weird as she laid on her bed turned over to the left to keep her cheek from pressing painfully to her pillow. She usually laid on the right, and now Baird had ruined that. Great...Now she was rambling on about what side she couldn't lay on, just like she had last night by complaining out loud.
'Why'd you have to do this Baird?' Slithered up her inner thoughts and she shifted onto her back to face her tall ceiling with lost eyes. Everyone dealt with the sudden end of the war in their own way; Marcus by retreating further into his few-word state, Anya by sticking to his side almost twenty four seven or trying to sort out everyone else's problems, Cole seemed to have a new obsession of moving things where they needed to go, a delivery guy like job, and Baird. Baird had settled on drinking, out of all his choices did his have to involve major change?
It wasn't just that fact that Gears had a major shift of heavy work to close to none, it was also the invisible wounds they were still nursing. And some were newer then others.
'Dom...' Was her first assumption why she'd resorted to going on long rat bike rides, and as his name popped into her mind,, so did the burning flames that had engulfed her friend. He'd saved them. He died. As simple as that. But it wasn't, and she knew it. Dom, the man that she could never have, the man that was still in love with a ghost, which was lovely in a bittersweet way. Now his name always brought back the heartbreaking memories, and her inner thoughts always conjured up an image of his charred body that they'd never found. They found the tags. It was sickening, and immediately her stomach felt a wave of nausea.
What the hell! Why the fuck did it have to hurt so much? All the loses she'd witnessed came up as a list inside of her mind which was paired off with a new rush of grief. That was it, all the grieving she couldn't do on the battlefield was now breaking through her strong dam, and suddenly her eyes became glistening as tears formed at her eyes. Shit. It was the second time in a little over one day that she'd almost cried, but then again wouldn't now be a good time?
Sam had gone straight to her room after her 'chat' with Anya and stare off with Baird, and had stayed copped up inside even after the sun had gone done. Yes, maybe it was just time to...
Before she could even complete her thoughts a light knock erupted into her room, even the soft sound seemed like a blaring trumpet in this stillness, and her hands instantly went to her pistol until she scolded herself for the thought. What was there to harm her now?
Baird. There went her deepest thoughts rambling inside of her mind again.
Gingerly getting off of her bed she walked towards the door before pausing at the barrier. Leaning against the necessity she wiped her eyes with a rough embarrassed action before asking gruffly,
"Who is it?"
Silence trailed after her words, just confirming her suspicions, after all Anya would've replied right away...They hadn't fought.
"It's Baird."
His voice sounded strained as if he was forcing up the effort to even say anything, and her eyes rolled as she imagined his weak apology he was surely about to give.
"Can I come in?"
Shifting her weight from her right foot to her left, she pressed against her door and let the silence stretch out before she eventually responded,
"I...No. I don't really want to talk right now."
Right now she didn't really want too be left in a room with him, let alone see his face. Was she just acting like a total baby right now? No...She didn't think so.
"Then I'll wait."
'You ass!' She exclaimed inside of her thoughts, glaring through the door at him as she heard him settle comfortably down on the floor, resting his back on her door. Her door didn't have a lock or anything, and he could of just let himself in, but instead she felt a flicker of warmth towards him for being so...What was the word? Ah she didn't even know. It was gone in a flash anyways.
Still not wanting to take any chances, Sam herself leaned against her door and grunted with annoyance that she'd have to spend the night on her worn carpet instead of her plush bed.
After about two hours she was still wide awake, even looking quiet alert...She still wasn't used to getting a full nights rest anyways, so this wasn't difficult. Baird on the other hand, she wasn't sure if he was as aware as her, or had drifted off to a slumber.
Trying to listen to any slight scuffle or sign that he was awake, Sam then covered her hand to her own mouth, trying to stop a single sob that had crept up on her. Undoubtedly this was perhaps the worst time to lose it, but the tears were already spilling out of her eyes, and with every single one she silently cursed them with venom. Evidently she had to scoot away from the door once a silent sob had shook the thing. The last thing she needed was Baird wondering what the hell she was doing behind the closed door.
Time seemed to go insultingly slow, and she willed the blonde soldier to just get up and leave but his shadow of his form remained.
'Goddammit.' Sam hissed internally, despising herself for her outburst, she didn't cry...But yet here she was with the tears streaming down her cheeks, stinging her eyes as they did so, and...
She went completely still as a sob escaped through her lips and then through her hand, and her eyes panic-filled whipped towards her door, willing Baird to be fast asleep but she saw the shadow shift.
Out of all the people in the hotel, Baird had to be the one that was near when she lost control of her churning emotions.
"Sam?"
Couldn't he tell that she didn't want to talk? Couldn't he tell that she just wanted him to get the hell out of here, and go bury himself into the trash pit that was his room?
She heard the knob turn, and she literally leaped across the room to slam into her door while simply saying,
"Don't."
The knob remained half-turned for a few moments, and she could almost envision him fighting the urge to argue before it finally clicked back into place, but still she could hear his breathing from the other side. Once again she repeated the action of wiping her eyes, but they still came and actually seemed to be coming out faster.
"Shit." Sam couldn't help but say, still scolding herself inwardly as another sob wracked her body, and all her unpleasant thoughts replayed themselves, like a movie, through her reddened eyes that she rubbed again.
"What's broken?" He asked, his usual sarcastic tone missing from the two words.
Sam felt the urge to just rip open the door and punch the man squarely in the jaw before throwing her arms around him, even after all they'd said or done. But she didn't, and instead the strong-willed woman shook her head unhappily, feeling all her ghosts catch up to her as well.
"Just...Just go."
She'd prefer not have anyone see her like this, but somehow she couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather not have seeing this, more then she did with Baird.
Once more he hesitated, and possibly reached for the knob again before she heard his dulled footsteps scuffle across the hallway, and only when she was sure he was gone, was when she sunk gratefully into her bed and pulled the shield of blankets over her body, comforted by the shut off from the world.
Her eyes blinked open into the heated darkness, and she struck her head out of the blankets only to see sunrise sunlight streaming through her windows. Her eyes felt sticky from last nights torment, and she felt disgusted of her uncontrollable actions, however good it felt to let it all out. Dragging herself out of bed, she reached her closet and pulled out a simple white tank as well as her army pants that she had kept hold of. Changing into those clothes, she sighed and decided to check herself in the mirror. For the most part she appeared normal, despite the slight red hue to her eyes but they could be easily passed as a lack of sleep. Nodding for whatever reason, she walked back into her room before opening the door to find a box outside of it. Tilting her head a frown formed at her lips before she crouched down and easily picked up the heavy box. something rattled inside of it, sounding like glass chinking together and as she plopped it down onto her own desk, she proceeded to pry open the flaps and peering inside she couldn't help but smirk a bit.
Grasping the note scrabbled with the mechanics writing she read over it with ease,
Don't waste them...Meaning don't throw the bottles at people, seeing how you're a bit insane now.
Baird
Snorting at his last remark, she removed the cloth covering whatever was inside, and found a hefty supply of beer bottles and instantly she made the connection.
You gave me your stache of alcohol. How charming.
Sam thought, although she knew what the hidden meaning was. No more drinking. She could only hope he'd keep his silent promise. Closing up the box, she started out of her room and then walked through hallway B, and then walked down the flight of stairs to the lobby. It was fairly early, but Cole's familiar laughter was streaming out of the mess hall, and a foolish grin played at her lips. Laughter was always a good thing to hear around here.
Sam walked into the almost empty mess hall and made her way through the various sized tables that they'd dragged in here awhile ago, until she slid into a seat next to Anya who smiled kindly at her before turning back to Cole.
"And then he just sorta stood there, all dumbfounded and then...Oh hey there Sam! Come to join the party?"
Cole stopped midway to greet her, and she chuckled once before replying,
"Surprised your voice hasn't woken up everyone yet."
"Me too! They should come on down and join the Cole train."
Sam gave a small smile, and as Cole continued his story her thoughts wandered away from the conversation, even as Anya fetched some food for all of them. Eating tiny bites, she glanced first at her fellow female gear, and then at Marcus's stony face, wondering how odd the pair was. Shoving away her gossipy thoughts, her ears finally seemed to tune in once Baird's name was mentioned.
"I wasn't able to drag Baird away from his work this morning. He kept ranting on about how he was going to figure out a way to get the power back on, or some sorta generator."
Cole remarked, before shoveling a large bite of food into his mouth, chewing rather loudly but cheerily none the less. It appeared that he too was pleased at Baird's sudden shift of mood.
Sam couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief until Anya threw a curve ball.
"What happened to your face!" Instantly the blonde-haired woman fixated her green eyes onto the bruise and concern lit up in her gaze.
Cole reacted much like a brother while demanding,
"Who did that to you baby?"
Marcus just stared, his expression...Well, expressionless.
This was the exact time that she would've thrown Baird underneath the bus, spitting his name out with hatred and all that, but a tiny voice reminded him of his short sentence last night,
What's broken?
He could of laughed, or even brought an audience, she wouldn't put it past him, but this time had been different. It actually appeared like he wanted to know the answer.
Not to mention his rude but somewhat genuine action he'd done.
"Nothing, I was just riding my bike yesterday and ran into some drunks. One threw a punch, but don't worry I set them straight. Just a couple assholes."
That seemed to satisfy Cole, and possibly Marcus because he just looked back towards his food, but Anya still kept a slight eye on her wound, still holding a curious glint.
Feeling uncomfortable by this whole situation, Sam awkwardly stood up before muttering a short goodbye before exiting the cafeteria, still her thoughts wrapped around Damon Baird.
That's it for now! I'll post likely post another chapter soon, hope you enjoyed it! I still don't think I've tapped into the characters personalities quite in the way I wanted to, but I'm trying!
Reviews, and critique are appreciated!
BrEeZy
