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Doctor Who | Kind

"I do what I do because it's right! Because it's decent. And above all, it's kind" Ok so who's fallen in love with the new doctor? I have! I

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(#3) Dean’s Journal - July 1999

I read it again today when Sam was in the shower. I don’t know why. I just needed to look at the words he wrote. It blows my mind. But I can’t fucking tell him. Not now anyway. I can’t…do that to him.

Dad stormed in the door just as I was pushing Sam’s Journal back under the mattress. He was barely able to stand on his feet, he was so drunk, but managed to get himself to the bathroom door and started pounding. All I did was roll my eyes and make sure I was away from Sam’s side of the bed when he got out of the shower.

See, thing is, I’ve been noticing a few things about Sam lately. More than before. He’s becoming more and more withdrawn. Dad’s been pestering him because of it, and Sam’s barely paying any attention. I think it’s getting worse. Dad’s drunk a lot more often now, too. He’s getting angrier. But he’s taking too much of it out on Sam. So I was curious to see how Sam was going to react to this sudden outburst.

Ready to jump in if I needed to.

“Sam, get your ass out here!” there was no response.

“Sammy!” Dad’s voice got louder. The pounding started up again. I watched from a few feet away, wondering what might happen next.

The door opened quickly then, and Sam strode out. Not looking at his dad, he muttered, “Don’t call me Sammy.”

“What did you say to me?”

The next moments consisted of Dad yelling at the top of his lungs, showing his fists, and with Sam retreating to the corner, lowering himself into a crouched position, waiting for dad to stop yelling at him. He didn’t look up, he didn’t even say anything. He wasn’t even trembling.

Damn it.

I tried to get Dad to stop yelling but he just pushed me away whenever I got close. Dad finally called Sam an idiot and kicked him with his boot before he grabbed his jacket and stormed off. Sam looked up at me then, his eyes pleading. I had to make a quick decision.

Still not able to meet his eyes, I looked away, I grabbed my jacket and ran after dad, closing the door behind me.

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“Let It Snow”

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Cora stood uncertainly at the base of the mountain.  It had snowed on the Isle, of course, but aside from pelting each other with snowballs, there hadn’t been much for the VKs to do with it.  Certainly not ski.  Or snowboard.  Or...whatever Fairy Godmother was recommending they do.  Normally, Cora would try certain dangerous stunts, but snow made her nervous- because it was water.  Cora did not like water, no matter how frozen it was, and the concept that someone would voluntarily hurl themselves down a mountain on flimsy sticks was utterly foreign to her.   “How in Hades are we supposed to do this?” she asked rhetorically (or so she thought).