Sam(uel)
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"What the fuck is this?" Sam screeched, poking at the new appendage. A nervous tingle coursed through her body. Sam realized that she could in fact receive sensory data from the new…thing, it was real.
"That, lil' miss, is called a penis."
Sam jumped, tugging her boxers back up to her waist. "Who said that!" she leered, twisting in the small bathroom in an attempt to find the peeping-tom.
"I did, you moron!"
Sam jumped again. With a snap of her waist she whirled around and sent a jab into the direction of the voice. Straight into the mirror.
"GAH! Damn it!" she cried, cradling her bloody knuckles to her chest.
"You really should look before you punch your own reflection, idiot."
Eyes blurred with tears Sam looked up to the broken mirror. Within the spidery lines of broken shards a tall blonde man smirked back at her. Sam looked over her shoulder, seeing no one there.
"I must be tripping on something," she grumbled staring at the image in the mirror. "Cause this is some messed up shit."
"I could only wish it was really that simple," the man sighed. He stepped away from the epicenter of the impact, his image becoming clearer. "Unfortunately, that is not the case."
Sam cooked an eyebrow, unimpressed by the hallucination. "Sure thing, imaginary-friend-o-mine," she picked up a towel and wrapped it around her bruising knuckles, "whatever floats your pretend-boat."
"This is serious Samantha, you rea-"
"Oh, no no no no no! No creation of my brain is going to be calling me Samantha," Sam spat, leaning against the wall across the mirror.
"Fine then," he sighed in exasperation. "Sam," he enunciated pointedly, "I need you to stop being a meat head for two minutes and listen to me."
Sam scratched her head with her good hand, "I knew all those cleaning chemicals were going to give me brain damage, thanks Mom!" she grumbled.
"Would you be quiet!" the man in the mirror snapped, his blue eyes shining just a bit more brightly.
Sam went to retort, but found her jaw clamped shut. She rubbed her jaw, huffing and grunting angrily as it continued to refuse to open.
The man chuckled, "Good, now where was I? Ah, right. So Sam, did you happen to do anything strange yesterday? Find something, touch something, consume something…?" he asked.
Sam huffed, what harm could it be if she told her hallucination about the bottle in the attic. She mimed taking a drink out of bottle.
The man slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "My reincarnation is as stupid as I was at that age," he groaned. "And it's a girl. Screw you too, karma!"
"Reincar- what?" Sam asked, resting her elbows against the sink.
"Reincarnation- ugh, you know what. Let me start from the beginning," the man in the mirror sighed. "My name is Samuel Puckett."
Sam gave him a blank stare, her mind fleeting more towards the waves of pain emitting from her hand, "So what?"
"So what?" he mocked, "So when you drank my Shen instead of it just passing through you, it thought it found its body again and now I am stuck inside of you!" he jabbed his finger against the mirror.
"My bad?" Sam shrugged her shoulders, "so wait a sec, you mean that nasty butt drink I found in the attic?" she asked.
"Exactly," Samuel crossed his arms. "And now it appears that I am stuck inside of you and you well…grew a penis in an attempt to fix the yin and yang between our two spirits."
Sam groaned, her stomach flipping at the reminder of her new friend. "Yin yang Shen, I don't see how Chinese food has anything to do with this!" she grabbed the front of her shorts.
"I was in the business of trading of less than legal Chinese goods and drugs, you see my supplier was an old Chinese lady who mixed me up a Shen, it was medicine made specifically for my spirit. She said to be careful with it but how the hell was I supposed to know that my silly female reincarnation was going to go and drink it!" he huffed, catching his breath. "Our spirit is whole, it has both yin and yang, and it can be brought back in both those forms. I am the yang, the masculine half, while you're the yin, feminine. My best guess is that our merging created a balance of yin and yang, you keep your feminine qualities but also have male ones too."
"So you sold drugs, had some crazy Asian lady make you a drink with your spirit in it, and left in a chest for me to find?" Sam summarized, scrunching up her face, "If she made you the medicine, why didn't you ever take it?"
Samuel deflated, his shoulder slumping into his chest. "The love of my life's husband came and shot me…he discovered that Charlotte and I were having an affair. I suppose someone packed my stuff away and sent it to my family in Washington."
"Wow, it really does run in the family," Sam laughed sliding down the wall and thumping heavily against the tile floor.
"You seem to be taking this rather well," Samuel commented, looking down at the young woman.
"I don't know why, I should be fucking freaked that I have a dick and a voice in my head that comes with hallucinations in mirrors but…" she gazed down at the apex between her legs. "I don't feel like it's wrong. My stomach isn't telling me that anything is wrong. My brain does, but my heart doesn't. I just-"
A loud banging on the bathroom door startled Sam out of her musing.
"Grandma says if you broke her mirror she is not going to be very happy," Melanie warned from the other side of the door.
Sam scurried to her feet and cracked the door open, blues eyes meeting identical ones, "Yeah, I am sure in far more colorful words," she snorted.
Melanie blushed and stepped back, "She may have said it in more vulgar terms but I got the message across.
"Okay," Sam drawled, "You going to let me shit in peace?" she sniggered.
Melanie sighed and walked away, wondering how she and Sam could ever be related.
Sam turned around, poised to ask another question but paused in surprise. The mirror rested across from her completely unharmed, and her own reflection greeted her. She unwrapped her hand gingerly, eyes growing even wider. Her knuckles, once bleeding profusely, were fine.
"That was some strange shit," she rested against the counter gazing at her reflection.
"Indeed."
Sam gave a shriek and fell backwards, her face morphing back into Samuels.
"I am not dreaming."
"No, you aren't."
Carly Shay couldn't pin point what was wrong with her best friend. She knew that the blonde had bathed, was well feed (with ham no less), made some spare pocket change from helping her grandmother, and even appeared to be on civil terms with most of her eccentric family.
So what was bothering Sam?
She noticed that something was off with the young rebel when she gave the most awkward hug in the history of hugging kind. It had taken years to train the young Puckett in the art of proper hug-age, so when Sam gave the awkward Christian shoulder hug Carly immediately knew something was wrong. Where was the full body contact? The strong arms wrapped tightly around her? The scent of her vanilla shampoo?
It did not stop there either. While Sam's appetite had been unreal before, now it bordered on insane. Spencer's theory that a black hole opened up in her stomach was starting to look plausible, and Carly was a semi-realist. Having to grocery shop every single day was becoming a little out of hand, and Spencer was understandably displeased.
Then there was this sudden need for personal space, personal space? Neither girl had a semblance of personal space with the other for years! If there were bubbles, theirs were shared! But suddenly Sam needed 'alone time' and refused to share a bed with her best friend turned girlfriend (almost a year ago- thirteen days till their anniversary, Carly mentally noted). And frankly, Carly was becoming a little more than upset.
The brunette tapped her foot impatiently, her hard gaze leveled on the door. Sam would be walking through that door soon after a trip to the corner store for some Peppy Cola. Carly glanced at her watch, crossing her arms tightly body. A swirl of adrenaline rushed through her as the door handle jiggled. She was going to get an answer from the petite blonde. By force if she had to.
"Hey Car- Ouch, you okay there?" Sam knelt down, worry written on her face as she assessed the face-planted form of Carly Shay.
Carly groaned, picking herself up off the ground with the assistance of her girlfriend. She had defiantly misjudged that one, perhaps leaping off the armchair next to the door to tackle Sam wasn't the best idea she had had that day.
"Hey, you are starting to freak me out here. Earth to Shay, come in Shay!" Sam knelt down next to Carly, waving her hand in front of the brunettes face as couple times.
"I am fine," Carly waved her off, shuffling to her feet. "Just tripped is all."
"Yeah," Sam snorted, "just tripped a couple vertical feet in the air, do you want to tell me what really happened."
Carly sighed and crossed her arms, "My ambush failed."
"Your ambush?"
"My ambush."
"Try that one again, in English," Sam asked striding into the kitchen and putting the case of Peppy Cola into the fridge.
Carly sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. "I just," she gnawed on her lip, "you haven't really been…here recently."
Sam swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, her eyes glued to the white teeth grazing over sweet pink lips. "I- I ahhh, I have been here Carls," she chocked out.
"No you haven't Sam!" Carly brought out the puppy dog eyes. Sam felt herself almost literally melt. "Well, I mean you have literally been here, but not up here," Carly pointed to her head.
"I have a lot on my mind?" Sam responded, cursing that her answer sounded more like a question.
Don't you though? Sam winced.
"See, like that!" Carly, walked towards Sam, gradually pinning the rebel to the fridge. She smiled as she felt Sam's arms instinctively wrap around her waist. "What's that matter?"
It took all of her effort not to groan out loud as Carly pressed herself flush against her front. A newly familiar and very unwanted sensation began to rise in the pit of her stomach. "I literally have a lot on my mind, you know with college and all…" she fibbed, conjuring up images of very unappealing things to prevent the swell of excitement from proceeding any further, most of them including Freddie's mom.
Carly leaned back, seeing the wash of nerves evident on the young Puckett's face. She and Sam had discussed their plans for their continued education before, but as application deadlines grew closer she could understand Sam's apparent trepidation concerning school, given her record and all.
"Oh, Sam" she fussed, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair away. "You know that you stand a good chance at getting into every school you are applying to! You worked really hard to get your grades up," Carly traced her face with her finger tips. "You just have to try," she gave her girlfriend a brief peck on the lips.
A jolt ran through Sam's body, fueling the growing fire in her body. "I have to use the loo!" she cried, gently but rapidly extracting herself from Carly and all but sprinting into the bathroom.
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Sam alone in the small restroom. She glared at the mirror, unsurprised as Samuel appeared. It had been five days since the attic incident. The image of her dear, dead past life appeared to be only visible in reflections.
"You seem to have to the self control of a prepubescent overly sexualized boy," Samuel commented, smirking at the growing bulge within Sam's jeans, "at least you are a well endowed one."
Sam huffed, ensuring that the door was locked before she flicked the tub water on and sat down on the closed toilet seat. "Oh shut it," she hissed quietly.
"You can't hide this forever you know," Samuel commented, having the decency to look away as Sam went about fixing her problem. "You do have an anniversary coming up, and you know as well as I do that you are 'going to be getting some', to put it into modern terms."
"Gah, would you shut-up already? And how the hell do you know our anniversary!" Sam glared at the mirror.
"What else to do I have to do all day while stuck in your mind but browse a little," Samuel supplied.
"It isn't like I can do anything about this," Sam growled, getting up to wash her hands in the sink.
"You haven't really tried anything, now have you?" Samuel asked.
"I used the internet," Sam deadpanned, turning the water off. "If the answer isn't on-line somewhere, than it doesn't exist."
"I don't know why you're generation places so much stock in this 'interweb', but might I suggest a visit to Chinatown?" the well-dressed mirror image proposed.
"Why?" she shot back.
"I have a feeling that our answer might be there…."
"…you didn't mention this before because?"
"I hadn't really thought of it," he mused, the trademark I-Could-Care-Less Puckett grin gracing his features.
Sam opened the door, spotting Carly dressed in a skimpy pair of pajama shorts and one of the blondes various band t-shirts eating popcorn on the couch. Two slender legs crossed over each other, tantalizing the blonde.
Sam gulped, for once happy about the fact that men have limited stamina. "So Cupcake, how's about we go to Chinatown tomorrow to kiss and make-up?" Sam asked, flopping down onto the sofa.