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Your Time Is Up
"You okay? I mean, you weren't exactly yourself last night… did my dad say something to you?" Quinn asks as she sits down on the couch next to her oddly quiet boyfriend.
Sam had been up for a while and had been watching TV whilst Quinn remained asleep. He desperately wanted to be honest with her but he knew she'd get incredibly angry. "I lied to you before…"
Quinn sits up straight and turns so that she was facing him; "About what?"
"He did tell me about the rat in the gang but not last night… he told me that after I delivered Jacob's information."
"Okay… so what did he want last night?" She leans across his body and picks up the remote before muting the TV; she didn't want any distractions.
"He noticed how close we were… I can't exactly blame him; we weren't exactly being subtle…" Sam clenches his jaw anxiously; "H-he doesn't want us seeing each other anymore."
"Oh for god's sake!" Quinn sighs in aggravation; "I'm an adult; I can do whatever the hell I like." She declares defiantly. "Well, he can't tell me what to do." She leans in and goes to kiss him on the lips but Sam dodges her and gets to his feet.
"He might not be able to order you about, but the man is my boss. Are you forgetting what kind of things he'll do to me if I defy him?" Sam shakes his head; "I swear you sometimes either forget or simply ignore just how dangerous not only your dad but your family can be."
Quinn's mouth falls open in shock; Sam was genially scared of her father. "So what? You're just gonna ditch me because of what your boss says? I thought you wanted to be with me?"
"I do want to be with you. I-I just think that… that maybe we should cool things off for a while, at least until he's not watching our every move." Sam stares down at her; willing for her to agree.
"Fine."
"Really?" The standing blonde's green eyes widen in shock.
"Yes."
Sam lets out a large breath in relief; "Thank you."
"But."
"But?"
"I have one condition." Quinn kinks her eyebrow smugly.
"Okay…"
"If we have to act like we don't care for each other when around my family, I then still want us to be together when we're alone. What Russell Fabray doesn't know; won't hurt him." Quinn scoots forwards and reaches out to grasp the waist band of Sam's boxer briefs; "Those are my conditions. Yes or no?"
Sam's mouth goes very dry; restricting him from being able to speak so he simply nods.
"Right choice." Quinn smirks and pulls him closer to her.
"Where's dad going?" A sixteen year old Sam Evans asks his nervous looking mom.
Mary Evans watches intently from the kitchen window as her husband stuffs more empty black bags into the trunk of his car. 'Please don't do it.' She silently pleads as Dwight catches her eye, he pauses his movements for a second before reluctantly turning his back on her and getting into the front seat.
"Mom?" Sam's brow furrows in confusion as she continues to ignore him.
"Mommy!" Stacey yells from upstairs wake Mary from her trance and the older blonde is finally able to turn away from the window.
"Sam, you're going to be late for school at this rate." She scolds her eldest son as she busies herself clearing up his empty breakfast bowl.
"Why didn't you answer me?"
"Huh? Oh… I'm sorry sweetie, I was… I was completely out of it… what did you say?"
"I asked; where dad's going?" Sam repeats sceptically; something was going on.
"He's… uhh… he's gone to go do a job with Uncle George…" Mary bites her lip; was she telling him too much? She shouldn't have said who he was working with.
"Okay." Sam shrugs indifferently causing his mother to relax slightly.
"MOM!" Stacey's yells get louder; "Where're my socks!?"
"Puck, seriously? Enough with the PDA." Artie grimaces at the sight of his friend making out with yet another cheerleader; god knows who.
"Don't be jealous Abrams." The cocky brunette retorts once he eventually detaches his lips from the light haired girl's.
"I'll see you later baby." The cheerleader winks before strutting off in the opposite direction.
"Who even was that?" Kurt asks with an amused expression.
"No idea." Puck replies in bemusement; unable to take his eyes off the girl's ass.
"Sam, aint that your mom?" Sebastian points over to the parking lot where Mary Evans was running towards them with a horrified expression.
"Yeah…" Sam takes a few steps forwards; "Mom? What're you doing here? I thought I told you that I was going round Finn's after sch-"
"You need to come home with me!" Mary cuts across him; "It's-it's your father…" He eyes were bloodshot red which meant she had been crying; "He's-he-the po-police…"
Sam places his hands onto her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down; "Mom! Slow down. What's going on?"
Mary gulps down the lump in her throat before saying the thing that would change all their lives forever; "It's your father… he-he's been arrested for armed robbery and murder…"
Sam's head starts to spin as she continues to sprout all this information at him; he couldn't believe it.
"So… how have you and your mom been doing?" Dwight scratches the back of his head awkwardly; after months of thinking of questions and things he desperately wanted to say to his son; he now couldn't think of a single thing.
Sam merely stares across at him; he looked almost broken, his face seemed more weathered and his knuckles were incredibly bruised.
Dwight catches his son staring down at his hands; "In order to afford protection in here… you sometimes need to earn your keep…" He quickly hides them beneath the table and out of sight.
"Orange doesn't suit you." Sam states bluntly, Dwight laughs at what he thinks is a joke but stops abruptly as he notices the clearly un-amused expression on his son's face.
"I-I… I haven't heard anything from the guys… Burt hasn't visited… I understand why Russell hasn't…" The greying blonde guiltily stares down at his lap; "I'm sure he has a lot on his plate at the minuet."
"Yeah, he does." Sam shakes his head in fury; "Planning his brother's funeral has taken up a lot of his visiting time."
Dwight somehow hangs his head lower; "I didn't mean to sound selfish."
"Well you did."
"How's Quinn?" Dwight regrets the question the second after he asks it.
"Don't you fucking dare talk about her." Sam growls; his eyes narrowing dangerously. "It's because of you that she's barely speaking to me. Her whole family hates us! They barely even acknowledge me anymore! You practically killed one of them!"
"No I didn't!" Dwight bangs his fist on the table causing the guards to eye him angrily.
"If it weren't for you, George Fabray would still be alive!"
"I didn't force him to come help me! He wanted to!" Dwight jumps to his feet furiously; "I told him to surrender! I pleaded with him to lower his gun!"
Sam's chest rises viciously as his father continues to shout down at him, it's only when a couple of gaurds grab Dwight by the arms that he finally quietens down.
"That's enough Evans!"
"Your time is up!" They drag him backwards roughly; neither caring if he bashes into other inmates.
"I'm sorry son!"
Sam gets to his feet and charges towards the exit; ignoring his father's apologies.
"Mom?" Sam looks around wildly at all of the packed bags and cardboard boxes; "MOM!?"
Mary Evans hurries into the living room with a panicked expression.
"What's going on?" Sam gestures to the all the containers.
"We're leaving. I've packed all your things, so if you could go grab them from your room and put them in the car-"
"Wait! What!? We're leaving!? Why!?"
"We can't stay in this toxic city any longer." Mary replies calmly as she gathers several boxes.
"We can't leave mom!"
"Yes we can. And we are." The older blonde declares sternly; they couldn't afford to waste any more time.
"Well, I'm not going." Sam couldn't leave, this was where he lived. His school was here, his friends, Quinn was here.
Mary stops abruptly and coldly drops what she was carrying before stepping forwards to stand in front of her eldest son; "You are coming with us Samuel Lucas Evans, I'm not leaving you here; all alone."
"Then don't. Don't leave." Sam stares down into his mother's equally green eyes; "Please."
"I'm sorry." Mary grabs the last few boxes before quickly leaving the room and exiting the house.
Sam moves over to the window and sees his mother stuff them into the back of their already packed car. She turns on her heel and re-enters the house.
"Last chance Sam."
The blonde ignores her and instead turns to look around the now empty room; the walls were bare and there were bits of paper and fluff scattered across the floor.
"Stevie! Stacey! C'mon, it's time to go!"
Sam's head shoots up from looking down at the floor at the sound of his siblings thundering down the steps.
"Where's Sammy?" Stacey's high pitched voice asks once they reach the landing.
"He's-"
"He's in here." Sam cuts across his mother; he wouldn't be surprised if she'd try and tell them some lie about his absence.
Stacey runs into the room and jumps up into her older brother's arms; "Why haven't you packed yet? We have to go."
"I'm not coming Stace…"
Her large green eyes widen in shock; "Why!?"
"Uhhh…" Sam gulps; he has no idea what to say.
"He needs to stay here and look after dad's things whilst he's away…" Mary interjects.
"But I want you to come with us." Stevie states angrily; he and Stacey were too young to understand that their dad was actually in jail.
"I'm sorry mate…" Sam leans down and pulls his brother in for a hug.
"I want you to come with us." The younger blonde whispers before reluctantly pulling away.
"Please Sammy," Stacey pleads as she wraps her small arms around his waist.
"C'mon you two, Sam will come visit us once we get settled." Mary interjects with a smile that didn't quite reach her tired eyes.
Sam looks up from his siblings to stare across at his mother; they both knew that the likely hood that he'd see them again was incredibly low.
Sam merely watches from the porch steps as his mother secures both Stevie and Stacey into their seats. Mary clicks the buckle into place before turning to face her son, she takes a few steps forwards and wraps her arms round her petite body in an attempt to comfort herself.
"Just promise me that you won't end up like your father." It's barely above a whisper but Sam catches every syllable.
"I promise." He pulls his mother in for one last hug.
Sam slowly walks back into the now empty and silent house. He rubs the back of his head in regret; 'Should I have gone?' he asks himself before instantly shaking his head, he couldn't run away; he needed to fix his father's wrong doings.
Sam cautiously moves down the hallway before turning back into the living room. He glances around; still shocked at just how empty it now was. A small piece of paper crumpled in the corner catches Sam's eye, he wonders over to it and picks it up. It was a photograph from when he was a baby, he was in his mother's arms and Dwight was standing beside them with a nearly emotionless expression.
Sam scans the foreign picture and starts to slowly recognise the slightly blurred faces. Russell was sat down on a large arm chair, he seemed to be cradling a small pink bundle of blankets; Quinn must have been only a few months old when this picture was taken. Beside Russell was a small blonde girl, she was latching onto Judy's leg; Frannie used to look so innocent.
Sam's smile falls as he sees the two brother's whom were now both dead. Alexander and George Fabray were chatting to a not so bald Burt Hummel and his late wife; Elizabeth.
"Are we doing this or what?" Puck looks around at the group expectantly.
Sam sighs in defeat as he stares up at the average looking town house; they'd been there dozens of times but this time, it felt different. "C'mon, let's go." The blonde leads the other four across the street and over to the large brown front door. Sam takes in a deep breath before hesitatingly knocking.
After a minute or so, the door opens to reveal Nancy Abrams; her dark wavy hair was down and framing her make-up free face. Her small smile fades as she realises who's standing in front of her, she goes to slam the door in their faces but Puck places his foot in the way; making it impossible for her to shut it properly.
"We just wanna see him." Sam states calmly; he understood her reservations.
"No. Don't you boys think you've done enough?" Nancy growls in response; she was one of the few in this city that wasn't scared of any of them.
"We never meant for Artie to get hurt." Blaine interjects; his expression full of remorse.
"We're gonna get the bastard that did this." Puck clenches his fists; just thinking about one of his friends hurt made him incredibly angry.
"You gonna kill him Noah? You gonna make him pay?" Nancy raises her eyebrows expectantly; her tone dripping with sarcasm; "You're not to do anything. You hear me?" She looks each and every one of them in the eye; "You go after them and you're just gonna make more trouble for yourselves. More of ya will just end up getting hurt; probably worse than Artie."
"You'd rather us let the scum get away with what they did to him!? Your son will never walk again!" Puck's voice was getting louder and louder but Nancy remains unfazed by it.
Kurt places his hand on the larger brunette's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down but Puck quickly shrugs off his grip and storms off back to the car leaving the rest of them still standing on the doorstep.
Finn rings his hands together as he tries to think of the right words; "Is there any chance that we could see him? A couple of minutes would do-"
"No. Out of the question." Nancy shakes her head defiantly.
Blaine and Sam simultaneously hang their heads in disappointment.
Kurt nods in understanding; "Thank you for your time…" He then follows his step brother over to where Puck was pacing by the car.
"Just tell Artie that we all hope he's doing better." Blaine pleads before leaving.
Sam opens his mouth to say something but no words come out, Nancy stares at him with interest but when he remains silent; she slowly closes the door leaving him alone outside.
"Any luck?" Rick Nelson asks once the group are near enough.
"No." Puck replies bluntly before getting into his own car and driving off.
"What's up with him?" Joe asks as he watches the large black SUV screech away.
Sam sighs; "He's just pissed off about not seeing Artie."
"Plus Nancy called him by his first name."
Rick sniggers at Kurt's comment.
"Where's Puckerman?"
"He-he…"
"He had some things to sort out…"
Russell studies their faces before sighing in defeat; "Fine. Evans, Western, you're to take Smyth, Karofsky and Surett over to Chinatown. We've stayed away long enough. We're nearly out and we pay them too much to allow them to dictate when we're allowed to get what we're owed."
'Great. We're back to surname status.' Sam inwardly groans but he keeps his face as natural as possible. Russell was clearly making sure to exaggerate his dominance over him and show the rest of the group that he was still top dog.
"Why are there so many of us going? It's only a pick up job." Bobby's brow furrows in confusion but quickly contorts in pain once Phil kicks him under the table in an attempt to shut him up.
"Because Rutherford was a friend to them and they still hate us after what we did to him." Burt interjects firmly from Russell's right.
"Should we be armed?" Sebastian glances between the two older men with a worried expression; he was only just starting to feel better after being shot only a few months ago.
"I think you should definitely be prepared. Chang Sr. will most likely be professional; he'll always want money, no matter who it's from. But, junior… he's less predictable."
The group all nod in agreement.
"What about the rest of us?" Ryder asks keenly; he was still receiving the mundane jobs thanks to injuries but that didn't stop him from hoping.
"Nice try Lynn; you've got the night off." Burt smirks as the young brunette's optimistic expression falls.
"Hudson, James, Lipoff, you're to go find Flanagan. Word on the street is that he has Irish connections. Find him and get him to talk." Russell clenches his fist on top of the table; "He has to know something about one of those nights."
"Adams, Nelson, Hart, you're all coming back to the tire shop with me and Anderson, Kurt, Puckerman and Lynn; you all have the night off."
"Let's get this over and done with; the less time we spend here, the less likely we are to run into Mike." Sam states quietly to the others once they arrive in China Town; they park down an empty alley and make their way past the various Chinese shops and restaurants.
As they draw closer to their destination, they begin to receive more and more weird looks and glances. Sam watches as one Asian guy runs off towards the restaurant after staring at them for a while; he was most likely going to announce their arrival.
"You here for the shipment?" A dark haired man asks from the front door, he was casually leaning against the pristinely clean glass windows and directly under the golden and black letters that spelt; 'The Golden Dragon'.
"Yeah." Brody replies anxiously; he wanted to get away from these people as quickly as possible.
Wes Leung nods in response and beckons them to follow him inside.
The group of five cautiously trail behind him and enter the grand restaurant; there was no doubt that it was one of the biggest, or maybe the biggest in the whole of Chinatown. Red and orange paper lanterns hung from the ceiling creating a soft glow above their heads.
"Do ya think they might give us some free take out?" Bobby whispers in David's ear as they make their way through the maze of perfectly set tables; each one of the white napkins had been folded into crisp swans.
"Don't be stupid." Sebastian scowls over his shoulder at the burly blonde before quickly turning back around to face the front.
"Why the fuck not?" Bobby growls in anger; "They're in our country. They should show us a little respect!"
Wes stops abruptly and slowly turns to glare over at Bobby; "What did you say?" His voice barely above a whisper.
"He didn't mean anything by it." Sam quickly states; he needed to defuse the situation fast. "He's just… we're all still pissed at the Irish, they're the ones that don't belong here."
"We'll go wait outside." Sebastian interjects before roughly grabbing the belligerent blonde and dragging him back outside.
"I'm so sorry about him…"
Wes clenches his jaw in fury but nods stiffly and continues to lead them to the back of the of the room where his bosses office is situated.
"Wait here."
Sam, Brody and David all do at they're told and watch from afar as Wes strides over to the door, he knocks before entering.
Sam groans in frustration and he rubs the back of his aching necking; "I'm gonna kill Surett."
"What? Like you killed Matt?"
The three men glance to their left and see Michael Chang Jr. stridning towards them with an angry expression.
Mike Chang has arrived. :P
Alexander and George Fabray are Russell's brothers, you'll find out more about them soon :) and about how they died.
Any ideas on who the rat might be?