Bet you didn't think this would ever get updated! I realise I haven't updated this since... June last year? I've been completely uninspired, and I've been writing Superwholock for so long that I completely forgot about it, and I've had bucket loads of stuff at school to contend with(prelim exams, and just tests in general) so... but anyway, I've been inspired recently so decided to continue.
To say that Sam Evans 'hadn't been himself' since his father was murdered would be an understatement. It was as if every little part of him had been drained, leaving a child-like mess behind for Mercedes to pick up the pieces. Some days, he'd just stare into space, not once uttering a word. Mercedes could do nothing more than watch him, desperately hoping that the next day wouldn't be another bad one, but then again, most days were. On worse days, he'd cry or scream or spiral into a furious rage, and Mercedes just had to comfort him or try and calm him down. On his good days he would speak, finally explaining slightly about how he felt, yet not once mentioning the full truth.
When Mercedes had to leave to go to work, or just to get out of the house for a bit, she'd tell the neighbours to look out for him, but somehow she never thought she did. She didn't know about the mysterious man who'd sneak in each day, and psyche out poor Sam a little more. Not until that day.
"What's this?" she held up the hoodie that sat oddly in front of the door.
"Not mine," it being one of Sam's good days, he responded quickly.
"Sam, whose is it? We're the only two who have been in this house-"
"No. We're the only three."
"Sammy, who has been in our house?"
"The-... The... I'm so sorry," he whimpered. "He comes everyday. He talks to me about my father's death-... about his last words... He tells me not to trust certain people, but I don't trust him. He scares me- he's... he must be why I'm so...messed up in the head."
"I'm telling Blaine and Kurt about this. They will find this man, Sam. They'll find this man and they'll put him behind bars, do you hear me?"
...
"All I know, is that this hoodie belongs to him," Mercedes explained, handing it to Blaine.
"Sebastian," Blaine immediately mutters. "It's Sebastian."
"He needs to be arrested-"
"He's not just responsible for this, Mercedes. We're trying to find him, but he's always one step ahead."
"What I don't understand is why," Kurt joined in with the conversation. "What benefit does it have to him to mess with Sam's mind?"
"This man is telling Sam to doubt his trust in certain people- you don't need to be that clever to realise that it is us who he has not to trust. Using the existing grief about his dad's death, he's contorted the way Sam thinks, and eventually, Sebastian will be able to be used as a weapon to bring me down. Think what the press could write! The press would have a field day."
"Don't leave Sam in the house alone," Kurt placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I made sure someone was there before I left to come here. It's all okay."
...
"How did you know the hoodie was Sebastian's?" Kurt raised an eyebrow towards Blaine, who sat on their sofa, with his knees curled up towards his chest; his thinking pose.
"I didn't know, I noticed," Blaine nodded. "It had been in his dormitory back when we were at Dalton, and he'd worn it quite a few times."
"I just don't get why he'd be so careless to leave his jacket there-"
"He meant to. He did it purposefully, intending to rope me in; get me interested. And it has worked. I'm interested."
"Sebastian's a rat, Blaine," Kurt protested. "We shouldn't get involved with this case-"
"It's what he wants me to do-"
"Then don't do it."
"If I can get one step ahead of him..."
"And what if you can't?"
"You doubt my abilities, Hummel."
"I'm just saying- Sebastian is devious and clever, and he'll be throwing you red herrings- hey, why are we so sure that this isn't one? What if Sebastian planted that hoodie to lead you towards him, and it's someone else whose been messing with Sam?"
"I didn't say Sebastian was the man. I just said that this was Sebastian's jacket. I've taught you well."
"And still, I bet you don't know who Obama is."
"You doubt me again. President, right? Not a musical."
"You know," Kurt laughed, a grin spreading across his face. "You're an idiot."
"But you love me," Blaine grinned back, pulling Kurt towards him. "And I love you too."
"We should set to work, Blaine. We're not going to get to the bottom of this if we just sit around all day. I'll research, you... delve into your mind palace and think.
