Hey guys, new chapter is up. I am trying to grant everyone's wishes. If it isn't in this one yet, it well be in the next most likely. hope you guys enjoy!
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'Things like…well let's start easy. Your favourite dinner? Favourite lunch?'
Serious Sam thought. They want to know more about me and then they start with a question like this? Nog logic at all. Sam believed it was bit weird they wanted to know so many things about him, but it was kinda a nice feeling. Nicer than the weird feeling between him and the team, because he clearly didn't belong yet.
Apparently Jules noticed his feelings about the questions as she spoke:
'It's just a question. What? You have to kill me if you tell me? Come on.'
Sam and the others chuckled and Sam replied with a 'Something like that.' But a strict look of Jules made him speak. 'I love lasagne.'
'Lasagne?'
'Yes, for dinner. And for lunch.. well.. I like pickle and banana sandwiches…' Sam's thoughts trailed off a little, thinking about a delicious sandwich he wished he could stuff in his mouth about now.
'Pickle and Banana.' Spike replied shocked. 'Didn't expect that, to be honest. Who even eats that?'
'I do.' Sam responded a little bit defending, making spike hold his hands up in defeat and surrender.
'Okay next.' Wordy started 'tell me more about you. Your family, your friends things like that.'
'This start to sound like an interview.'
Wordy laughed and nodded. If this was an interview. How would you start. What would you say?'
Sam had to think about it. He hardly ever had an job interview or something like it. For his time in the military he didn't need a job interview. The General did that for him. He did however had to go to all the classes, examinations, etc. and for SRU, no job interview neither. And last, he never had an job as an teenager, so once again no job-interview. The General believed he needed to focus on his training and school.. no jobs or anything. Not like Sam ever cared. But he could pretend. Right?
'Well, I am Sam.' Sam started before being overrated once again .
'What is Sam short for?' Lew asked.
'Samuel.'
'Second name?'
'Wyatt' Sam answered with a little pink blushing on his cheeks.
'Okay' the Boss spoke. 'Where are you from?'
'From.' Sam had to think about that one. Where was he from? Unbelievable he couldn't even say where was from. He most sound like an idiot right now.
The team noticed his little distressed thoughts. Wordy didn't knew what Sam was thinking about, but he clearly didn't know what to answer. 'You don't know where you are from?' He asked.
'Ehm.. no. I mean. When I was younger we travelled a lot. Right now i life in Toronto of course, but I've been to a lot of places. Momentarily my parents life in Ottawa, but I never lived really lived in that house, so..'
No home. No house. Wordy couldn't understand how that was like. What an childhood must that have been.
'You go and see your parents often?' he questioned.
'Sometimes. Hardly. When I have to. Not so often to be honest'
'You don't see your family often.' Spike asked shocked. 'Why not?' Spikes had clearly couldn't warp his mind around that.
'No. my parents and I. well, our relationship isn't really great. But I do see them. Every once in a while when I am ordered back home.'
Wordy had a feeling there was more to the answer, but maybe right now wasn't the moment to start about it. Everyone's relationship with their parents was different. And Wordy wasn't one to judge.
'Brothers or sisters?'
'Two sisters. Natalie en Quinn.'
'How old.' Sam sighed deep. How long was this going to take?
'Natalie is 24, and Quinn is 21.'
Ed thought about that for a moment. 'That's pretty young. Big difference between you and them, I guess.'
What? Big difference? Why would he say that? Sam didn't understand.
'What do you mean?' he asked. 'It's not really a big gap right? I mean only four years.' Sam wasn't planning on explaining about the gap nor the sister he didn't talk about.
'What!?' most of the team suddenly asked shocked. Sam literally could see their mouths drop.
'But that makes you only' Sam chuckled when spike had to count in his head for a moment. '28?'
'Yes. I am 28 years old. You guys didn't know?' Sam asked. He could see his boss nod, but the others looked honestly shocked. Clearly the boss knew, but he had thought all of them knew. Yes he was a little young, compared to them. But he went through enough in his life already and he believed his age shouldn't be an matter, nor an qualification for his job.
Ed scraped his throat. 'nope. That's quite young. I had no idea. You're like almost the youngest here. How long were you in the military then?'
'6 years. Started when I was 21. Training since I was 18.'
'I see.' Wordy spoke softly. But after he became quiet. 'Isn't that supposed to be longer?'
Sam blushed and his cheeks became a dark shade of pink. He hated this question.
'I guess I was special.'
'You mean you were good?' the Boss spoke.
Sam just shrugged. The General learned him to be balanced, to be strong. Not to be distracted by flattery or compliments. No anger, no pain, no happiness. There was always a reason why people said things, thinking there wasn't an reason, that this moment wasn't going to be used, was stupid and naïf.
Wordy had to smile. For an ex special forces soldier Sam wasn't a slightly less cocky as expected, but he clearly didn't like compliments. Two complete opposites. Weird.
'All right, any hobby's?' Spike suddenly asked.
'Hobby's? I don't know? I like a lot of things.'
'Like what?' The team clearly wanted him to continue talking.
'You guys seriously know this kind of things about each other?' Sam Wondered out loud.
'Yeah totally. We know a lot about each other, so your hobbies?' Spike answered for the group. Sam doubted it, and he definitely was going to ask more about them in a moment. It wasn't fair that only he had to answer to this interrogation. Payback would come.
'I like ice-skating, guns, reading certain books…' Sam waited for a moment. 'And I like cooking.' He continued.
The team chuckled. 'Seriously? Again didn't suspect that one?' Ed spoke. Sam just shrugged. It was his business. Not theirs. Wordy could see Sam was a bit unsecure, but not embarrassed. Wordy liked it, Sam shouldn't be embarrassed. Everyone in the team had embarrassing moments en hobbies. And knowing how to cook is a very good and smart thing.
wordy thought for a moment. He wanted to ask a question, but he wasn't sure how Sam was going to react. Wordy knew the entire group wondered about it. Non off them had ever been in the military. They didn't knew what I was like. How life was over there. What he had done, or hadn't done. What it felt like. How it looked like. They all wanted to know. But it's hard to just ask the question.
For a moment Wordy gathered confidence before saying. 'Can you tell us something about Afghanistan?'
So hope you guys liked it! Please review and more idea's are more than welcome! Some parts haven't been explained enough, but that will come in other chapters. Wanted this to be a bit off an opening.
BTW: Looking for things Sam or the team might be scared off?
Next chapter will be about:
- Time in Afghanistan.
-paintball and scars.
- some other dirty secrets. Haha.
Loves Nadya