The Blonde Chameleon

Evans. Sam Evans But I guess more widely known as the Blonde Chameleon. Registered mutant and working for the FBI and doing my part for my society. But I ain't no 007 ________ [[CLASSIFICATION]] Undetectable appearance stealth, impersonation & disguise mastery and voice mimicry Jam 1x1

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Joe couldn’t help but smile when Sam agreed with him, glad that even if this wasn’t his specialty, he could help keep Sam safe. He knew they could probably buy their way to an extent, with their abilities. A part of him wanted to point that out. That Joe’s gift couldn’t keep them hidden, but if they helped people they might be helped in return.

But the thought of asking for help and putting someone else in danger made him sick. He knew he couldn’t do it, not unless their lives depended on it.

So instead he nodded slowly, “We can do it. I uhh, I might have a few ideas how to hide myself. These,” He tugged at one dread lightly, “Aren’t exactly easily forgotten. It’ll help.” He made his way around to the passanger’s seat as they spoke, “But we can work on that later. It’s too early, to try an figure out how to make myself well…Pull a you, even if it’s only once.”

It was a strange way to put things, but it was true, Joe realized as he looked over to the other, “And y’know, I wouldn’t mind being a nobody. Not if I got to be with you, at least.”

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Sam settled himself into his seat, yet to think about roaring the engine to life just yet. Even if they could only have a few moments, he would gladly make the most of those before starting on this terrifying adventure again. He was taken aback, for a very brief moment, thinking about Joe cutting off his dreads. Sure, it made a lot of sense, but he knew how much Joe loved them and worked on neutering them.

“Turning in his seat, Sam gently ran his hand down Joe’s face, taking a thick dread in his hand for a moment before returning to Joe’s face, a loving smile finding his lips. “You’re never a no one to me. You never have been and especially not now.. That you know how I feel about you.” His voice was soft, but serious. So much had happened since they were in the hospital and they had actually yet talked about any of it.. At least not what was happening between them both. It was just accepted that this should have happened a long time ago.

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Joe couldn’t help but laugh a little at the words, though the sound wasn’t mocking in the slightest. Instead, it was soft and full of his fondness for the other man, and relief as well. “Of course it’s not. I mean, in the simplest of ways, I’m glad we got away. I’m glad that you were there and got me out, to start with.” He smiled a little, pressing a kiss to Sam’s cheek before he could stop himself. “But I’m glad it was with you. That you came with me, that we have this. With us together, everything else matters so much less.”

He let Sam pull him up and nodded, nuzzling a little at his shoulder before pulling away just a little, and shifting a little to straighten out his dreads as he considered the words. “Definitely. We got some good distance last night, at least, but the more the better.” He paused for a beat, considering their options. “Somewhere small sounds nice, and peaceful…But it might be easier to head somewhere far off and well…Big, to blend in while we sort things out?” Joe paused in thought, considering what they might decide to do once they put enough distance between them and the men who wanted them dead. “We can talk about it while we go. Do you want to drive again, or should I?”

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It was a weird transition: to go from something so serene and peaceful to then discussing how to get away from the mass slaughter of their people. Like it or not, this was their life from then on. Even if, because of some kind of fate, they discovered that they were destined to be with one another, this was the nature of their lives now. They were on the run and would be until they had to stop fighting and accept their fate. Nodding slowly, Sam couldn’t help but agree. After all, Joe was usually right with most things. He was smart like that.

“You’re right, yeah.. Find a big city and disappear for a night. I heard that some homeless people slip through the radar and I hope we can. One day. We can become nobodies but be happy,” With a small smile and a squeeze of Joe’s hand, Sam made his way back around to the drivers seat.

“It’s okay, I’ll be okay to drive. If-.. if they catch up to us already, you’ll be able to climb into the back to hide and I’ll y’;know..” Sam started, before pointing to his face. “Do my thing and they won’t find us.”

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Maybe it was how relaxed Sam was, how right it felt to curl up with him, to let themselves just be, that had Joe relaxed like this. Or maybe it was the knowledge of where things could be for them, the fact that no matter how relaxed he wanted to be right now, there was the nagging voice in the back of his mind that reminded him this was temporary.

Soon they’d have to move, Joe knew as they parted and he took a moment to regard the blond in the early morning sun. Time was limited. But it was these early mornings, these little moments that would make everything else good and right. Sam would make it all worth the stress and pain, and the fear.

He flushed a little at the touch of Sam’s fingers to his side, squirming under the ticklish touch before settling. “Neither do I,” Joe agreed, knowing it was smart to leave, to do so now instead of wasting time, but not caring. Maybe one of these nights, they’d find an abandoned building, or be able to risk a hotel, but not today. “I don’t know how…But somehow being like this, it feels right. More than it always has. I didn’t think it was possible.”

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Sam couldn't have articulated it better if he tried. Being someone like them.. A mutant, felt like nothing would ever quite fit. He had always felt like an outsider to humans, to his family.. To all of his friends who had decided to hide away from the government in a way Sam was never brave enough to do but this? Being with Joe so intimately in a way he had never even thought of before they were faced with the ultimatum of death? It was right. For the first time in his life, Sam felt like he really truly belonged somewhere. “If anything.. Is it bad to say I’m glad we got away? I mean.. I have you and that’s all I need to be happy. I feel more alive with you”

Hearing the birds start chirping from outside of their sheltered heaven, Sam groaned at the thought of having to continue on. Though everything within him screamed to never move, he would not risk Joe’s safety in such a way. Right now, that was his most important thing, even above himself. Shifting to sit up, Sam pulled Joe up with him, his arms protectively wrapping around the man’s body. “We should find somewhere safe for the night. Far enough out of state that we’ll set them off the trail a little for some peace and quiet before they catch up.. And think about where to go next.”

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For a moment, Joe found himself captivated by the sight of Sam’s warm smile in the soft, early morning light, and he just let himself savor it. It was ridiculous, how just this could take his breath away, could make him want to melt into Sam, to never leave his side again. Joe knew it couldn’t last, but still, he took the time to savor the moment, and the warmth of Sam against him. It would be the little things like this, that made it bearable to deal with the harder moments, and Joe would cling to that.

"So do I," Joe agreed without missing a beat, the words as soft as Sam’s. "I’d love it. To just stay here, to stay with you, forever." He knew that they couldn’t, but as Joe let his fingers sweep slowly up Sam’s spine, just enjoying the fact that he could, he let himself pretend. What would this have felt like in the home they’d never return to, in the bed they’d never sleep in again? What would it feel like, to wake up and trade lazy kisses, knowing they didn’t have anything more important than each other? "But I think I can settle for this, for now," Joe breathed, leaning in to kiss Sam softly, fingers slipping into his hair. They couldn’t stay for long. But Joe would savor every moment that he could.

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Sam felt his whole being melt into the kiss as Joe's lips found his own, as though it had been far too long since their last exchange. Each one was just more exhilarating than the last and he wanted nothing more than to just savor the other man, just like this, for as long as the both of them were still on the Earth. If things were different, if they actually had a safe place of their own, there was no doubt in Sam's mind that he would do just that.

It was strange that how, ever since their first kiss, everything had molded into the way it was just so easily. It were as though things were always meant to be thing way but they had yet to find it. Joe had always been his safety net and the only person in the world that made him feel perfection, so loving him was just something previously unsaid - whether Sam knew it or not.

When their lips naturally parted, Sam's eyes fluttered open, the rising sun being an unwanted visitor to their morning, stinging his eyes with its presence. "I don't want to leave just yet," Sam smiled softly, his fingers lightly tickling up and down Joe's sides, content with things just the way they were and not wanting to think about moving and finding shelter for another day.

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Joe had been confused, when he’d started to wake up, as baffled by the warmth of Sam beneath him, the sound of his heart beat in Joe’s ear and the strength of the arm around him, as much as he was the fact that they were outside. Reality caught up with him far too quickly, despite himself, but Joe was still asleep enough to push away the bad and just focus on what mattered most: Sam. They were safe, and he had the other man, and that was all that mattered.

"Mmmm," He murmured at the sound of Sam’s groan, instinctively leaning into the warm brush of lips to his forehead. It was amazing, how well they’d settled into this, how natural it was to be with Sam. No matter the circumstances, they’d fallen together perfectly. So slowly, Joe shifted, lips brushing over Sam’s chest before he moved to nuzzle into his neck, just wanting more of the sweet closeness, before reality set in completely. "Morning." He said quietly, not wanting to break the peace of the moment as he pressed impossibly closer. "You sleep okay?"

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As he felt Joe begin to stir, Sam's eyes slowly cracked open to adjust to the slithers of sun rays starting to peek into the cloud lined morning sky above them. It was beautiful, almost too beautiful given the events of the previous night but a perfect pathetic fallacy to his current situation. One of finding where you truly belong, even without a place to call home or a home to call safe. Joe was all Sam needed now. As long as they were together, they would make it somewhere one day and it didn't matter how long that took.

"Surprisingly, better than I have for a long while," Sam smiled generously, his arm moving to encase the other man, not quite wanting to break the fragile state of awakening. It was so easy to forget everything, Sam almost felt guilty. "I wish we could just stay here.. Just like this."

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Being coaxed out from his slumber, a small groan left Sam's mouth as his eyes fluttered beneath his exhausted eyelids. There was a echo of peace in the air around him and a pleasant warmth spreading through his limbs, originating from his chest. Perhaps this was his slipping into a dreamlike state within a dream, as such was the vivid fluidity of the unreal.

Raising his hand to touch his face, Sam's motion was caught by another figure resting upon his firm chest, and the simple touch gave him all the recognition he needed. Perhaps that was the way with soul mates: the soul knows before the heart and his senses knew before the use of thought. Even with no idea on his location, nor if this was some parallel life, Sam was safe. A soft smile on his face, the blond arched his back to blindly place a kiss to the warm head resting upon his form.

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Joe ached at the sadness in Sam’s voice, hating the sound as much as he hated the knowledge that really, there was nothing to be done about it. They had to do this. They had to run, they could never come back. In doing so, they could live, at least. But Joe didn’t want to know what they’d lose in the process. They could keep each other, and Joe knew that mattered more than anything else, but it still hurt.

When Sam had shouldered his guitar, Joe reached out, fingers brushing against his hand lightly, the touch as soothing as it could be. There was no point in holding onto him, as they made their way out to Sam’s truck, but Joe found himself wanting the touch, anyways. To offer his support as much as he was taking it from Sam.

But soon enough, Joe had to pull away, throwing everything into the truck and brushing his dreads idly over his back. Sam keyed the vehicle to life, and this time, Joe did reach for him, hand settling gently on his knee to squeeze it lightly. It wasn’t much, but if there was one thing that Joe knew they needed to do right now, it was to always remember they had each other. Home was where the heart was, and at least Joe still had that.

"Let’s go," He said quietly, swallowing hard to break the silence. "I guess it’s….Well it’s time to get started, then.

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Joe just nodded at the words, glad that he could be of some use with all of this. He knew this was mostly Sam’s place. These were things Sam would be good at, because the truth of it was fighting for their freedom, for their survival, wasn’t something on Joe’s radar at all. Running, though? Well, Joe had been preparing for this for years. Since the first time he’d chosen to hide who he was -what he was- and be more than a tool for the government.

"Sounds good," Joe said finally, gaze tight and grip on the wheel going that much stronger. He couldn’t shoot, didn’t know if he could ever bring himself to learn how to, but he would support what Sam was doing, because Sam was right. They had to be smart. They had to protect themselves.

Joe’s hands shook a little as he packed quickly, stuffing as many clothes as he could in his bag, glad that most of what he owned was nondescript, perfect for coasting under the radar when your best friend worked for the people that you wanted to avoid. He packed a first aid kit, too, knowing that no matter his abilities, it would be ridiculous to not prepare for the event that Joe would be too tired to heal wounds fully, or be simply unable to. They had to prepare for the worst.

That done, he grabbed the money that he’d been carefully stashing away in the back of his closet, and moved to help Sam with everything else. There wasn’t much Joe could think of that might be good to cell, but he’d tucked away the few pieces of jewelry that might be worth something, at least. “You ready?” He asked, voice a little tight, because he knew every moment was precious. “I think it’s time to say goodbye.”

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When they finally made it into their apartment, the boys parted ways to quickly pack their clothes. Thankfully, Sam had always bought clothes to blend in to add even more stealth to his powers, so picking any he could get his hands on was easy. After filling his travel bag and grabbing his money and spare gun, Sam moved swiftly into the kitchen, packing a second backpack with any tins of food they could find useful on their way - especially if they were to spend a night or two in the back of the car hidden from the roads if motels seemed a little too risky.

Meeting Joe in the living room, Sam looked fondly around their small little apartment for what he knew would be the last time. They could never come back here because both of them knew that things weren't going to be changing with the government soon.. If not ever. They would be stupid to believe that it would. "As ready as I'll ever be." He replied with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"One last thing," Sam sighed as he slung a back over his shoulder, holding the strap of the other firmly in his palm. Making his way across the room, Sam lovingly picked up his guitar, not wanting to leave it behind but knowing that they would have to more than likely sell it along the way. It had always served him well, and now it could possibly save them from going hungry.

"Okay, let's go." He nodded, leading them out of the apartment and into the parking lot. "We'll take mine.. I made sure to only register my work vehicle and not this one." Sam said, signalling towards his slightly beaten down pickup truck. It was pretty roomy in the back if they had to sleep rough and the back was more than big enough to house all their things under the tarpaulin.

After throwing everything into the backseat, Sam jumped into the drivers seat and roared the truck to life with a hungry grumble, starting them off on their journey to nowhere.

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Joe nodded a little at Sam’s words, figuring that it made sense. “And hopefully a little longer after.” Still, Joe was certain that, if they were careful they could make it home, and hopefully make progress without being caught. He slipped into the car, drawing in a slow breath to keep himself calm. They would be fine, Joe was fairly sure of that. His car was registered sure, but Joe wasn’t registered as a mutant. And hopefully anyone who knew Joe and Sam were friends, wouldn’t rat them out easily.

Still, he winced a little at the sound of his engine as he keyed the car to life, forcing himself to behave normally. Speeding would catch attention, Joe reminded himself as he pulled out of the parking lot and towards the house. “We’ll need clothes,” He said, trying to keep himself on topic as he drove. “Food, obviously. Do wel…. Do we risk emptying out our bank accounts so they can’t track us via card?” He prompted, “I mean, I keep most of what I have in cash, but….” Joe trailed off, fingers drumming against the wheel a little nervously as he spoke.

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Sam kept his eyes on the back window as they pulled out of the parking lot towards their home - for the last time. As Joe began to speak, Sam peeled his watchful eyes from the window to scan Joe's, his pupils softening and dilating into more of a state of relax as he looked at his best friend.

"That's a good idea.. I'll empty mine at the first safe bank we come across on the way to wherever we're going," He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip as his mind raced. "We'll just take the things we need and perhaps some things we can sell for cash and I have a gun in my drawer as well as these." He explained, parting his black jacket to show the gun holstered on his belt.

He had wanted to do all he could to protect and shield Joe from all the danger and awful things that people like them had to go through but, if anything, this was even worse. Nothing for the pair of them would ever be the same.. And perhaps they would never be safe. At least not in the US.

After they sped towards their apartment, Sam quickly jumped from the car as son as it was parked, hurrying Joe into their home to pack up their things and take as much food as they could fit into bags.

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Joe jumped a little under Sam’s touch, unable to help his instinctive reaction like this. It felt like it was entirely too much, right now and Joe didn’t know how they could possibly make it out of this alive. Surely someone was going to look at them and realize something was up, that they were breaking the rules and they were escaping and they would get killed for it. He felt ill with nerves, and hoped that would only make things more convincing for them.

They hit the fire escape then, and Joe let Sam tug him along, trying to keep his feet light as they moved, but refusing to say a word or release Sam’s hand in the slightest. So far, they were safe though, so Joe spoke, voice low and full of concern. “My car?” He asked softly, breathless and voice nearly inaudible, “Or do you have another -a better- way to get out of here?” Joe’s gaze darted around as imperceptibly as possible, though he kept his gaze forward to try and avoid suspicion. 

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With the light patter of their feet on the metal stairs mixed with the bated sounds of their own breath cutting the silence around them, the pair found themselves hitting the fresh air of the parking lot. The strange barren atmosphere was far from the usual hustle and bustle of the building - the once spaces taken by the large black trucks that Sam himself had arrived in.

"Yours is the best bet.. We all came in the trucks but everyone is still scheduled to be inside for another half an hour.. So we have until then when they'll realize I'm gone." Sam explained in a hush as they rushed as inconspicuously as they could towards the man's car.

"If you drive us, I'll keep a look out.. We have to pack and leave as soon as we can 'cause they'll be coming."

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Joe stuck close to Sam as they stepped out of the small room, heart racing in his chest and pulse pounding. All he could hear was the way that his heart hammered in his ears. the sound of their breathing, and all he could focus on was the rush of fear through his body. Sam in front of him was all that mattered. They would look after each other as they always had.

The hardest part of all of this was the fact that they couldn’t look. They couldn’t look to see if guards were going to come after them. Joe had to trust Sam and, until they were stopped or attacked, look meet and as if Sam was taking him away. Better to play the part of a prisoner than a runaway. 

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With the silence in the hallways.. An eeriness that could have only meant the worst for the others in the wards, Sam stepped boldly into the darkness, moving Joe a little in front of him as they started to move. With one hand rising to rest at the back of Joe's neck, Sam started to guide him out. If anyone were to look, they would simply see one of their own, escorting a prisoner.

Reaching a turn in the corridor, Sam used his freehand to find Joe's, clasping at his hand with such delicacy, given the current circumstance. The hand on Joe's neck.. Even playing the part of the one to bring him to his fate, made Sam feel sick to his stomach.

As they turned into the emergency fire escape stair case, Sam moved to grasp Joe's hand fully, before they started to jog down. They had to get out fast.. Before anyone could notice Sam's disappearance. If anyone found them now, it would be the end of this. In a quiet rush, the two boys hurried to save themselves.

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It was impossible to miss the relief on Sam’s face, now that Joe’s eyes had more or less adjusted to the darkness. That alone made it worth it, to have agreed with Sam. Maybe it made Joe weak, or maybe it just made him strong, but either way, Joe would be glad for it. He and Sam had only had each other for so long. And no matter how hard it was, at least they had each other. That was all Joe could trust, right now.

Joe made a soft, unhappy sound at the thought of leaving behind everyone in the ward. At what ‘finishing things’ implied and the fact that he couldn’t help them. It hurt, to nod to Sam’s words, looking to him. “Okay,” He said softly, pained, but trying his best to be firm in his agreement. “We’ll figure out where we’re going later, for now we’ll just…we’ll go. Figure things out.” Joe nodded, squeezing Sam’s arms and trying to be brave, despite his terror. “Lead the way.”

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Sam tried his best to ignore the longing look in Joe's eyes, even visible through the darkness of the small room, and gave the other boy a chaste nod. After a quick, short sigh, Sam grabbed lightly at the fabric adorning Joe's wrist as he tiptoed towards the door, opened it and peered out into the deathly quiet corridor. There was no powers that they could use now. Sam would get recognized as either himself or someone who shouldn't be there - both would lead to at least one of them being taken down.

"Let's go.."

Treading as lightly as he could, Sam stepped from the small room into the open space, checking for anything before pulling Joe out behind him and moving swiftly towards the emergency stairs. His chest was tight - not wanting to even breathe in case it would attract some kind of attention. He needed to get out.. He needed to get Joe out. The sooner the better... The more time to pack up and leave.

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The moment shouldn’t have been even close to sweet, but the softness of Sam’s whisper, the way their eyes met in the darkness and the tenderness of every action. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of this, of what he would have to give up, to keep this with Sam. People would suffer, would die, to let them go free. It was selfish, to go with Sam. But all the same, Joe knew he couldn’t be the one who hurt Sam like that, by getting himself killed.

But still, the thought of what they were about to do had Joe feeling a little sick with nerves and guilt. “I…Yes,” He said softly, sounding pained but knowing it had to be done, for his sake and for Sam’s. At the end of the day, it would all be for Sam, though. “I’ll run away with you and we’ll….We’ll figure something out.” Joe paused for a beat, brow furrowing as he finally made himself look away from Sam and towards the door.

They wouldn’t be able to hide here forever. Sam was skilled, they’d noticed he was gone soon after they left. And Joe had absolutely no idea how they were supposed to get out of here let alone out of the building, undetected. So he looked to Sam, trusting his judgement and skill completely. “Just tell me what to do.”

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Even in the bleak darkness of the confined room, Sam could see the torment and torture flashing through Joe's deep eyes - Like nothing he had ever seen before. He was the kindest, most selfless person Sam had ever had the privilege of meeting and making him go against everything he stood for almost broke Sam's heart. But he was selfish - too selfish to let Joe die. For now, things would have to be this way - because the future needed Joe... Even if Sam didn't even know what it would be like... Or even if there would be one. But he would die drying to get his best friend there.

As soon as the yes left Joe's lips, Sam's eyes closed with relief, his body floating as though he had come out of himself. He could protect him now and he would be damned if anyone would separate them. Joe was the one thing he cared about most in the world. His only thing - he loved him. In every sense of the word. He always had.

"They're all at the end of the hall.. They're keeping everyone in that one ward until they finish interrogating and.. Finishing things. If we run now we can make it out." Sam whispered, the plans that were forced upon him floating before his eyes. The terrible things they wanted him to do.. to Joe. "We need to go back to ours and fit whatever we can in the truck and go... Far away"

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Joe had known that he’d never get away from Sam. That Sam was stronger than him and used to this kind of thing. That he’d likely done this before, but for far less moral reasons. The people who he’d held down probably hadn’t had the chance to struggle, a part of his mind whispered to him, but Joe ignored it. He couldn’t focus on that, when he had to focus on getting out.

"I know my odds," He insisted softly, "I know what the chances are, Sam. It’s worth it. To me, it’s worth it." He wanted to say more, to try and convince Sam further, but it wasn’t possible. Not with the way Sam was holding him against the door, his voice low and full of intent and anger. He wasn’t going to let Joe go without a fight, that was obvious.

"Sam, I-" Before Joe could get another word out his back was hitting the wall,with Sam against him. He didn’t know what to think when suddenly, Sam’s lips were on his own, their bodies pressed flush together as Sam held him in place. All he knew was in that moment the fight went out of him, too taken aback by the surprise of the action to even consider it.

His hands fisted the fabric of Sam’s shirt as he kissed him back, needing to hold onto the other, to ground himself. Heart racing, all Joe could focus on was Sam as they parted, barely able to hear the shocked, stunned sound that escaped him as he looked up at the other. “Sam…” He breathed, fingers grazing gently over the other’s cheek, ignoring the way they shook a little. “I…” For the first time, Joe found himself reconsidering going out there. It was starting to dawn on him what it’d do to Sam, if he died. It was the same fear that had haunted Joe every time Sam had an assignment, after all. “You….You too….?”

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As soon as their mouths parted, Sam could already feel the magnetic, animalistic need to take his lips again, it was a pull between them that Sam knew he would never be able to explain, even if he tried. Fate? Soulmates? People called it so many different things but to him - it was Joe.

The blond boy watched the emotions flash over the iris' of his best friends eyes as they pierced back into his own. "Yes." Sam whispered into the dark, feeling the warmth of Joe's fingers grace the side of his cheek. All the fear and all the panic over losing Joe and watching him get hurt faded away and evaporated under that touch.

"You're my everything." Sam conformed, moving forward to brush their noses together, their breath mixing between them through short pants. "You're the only thing I know and the only thing I want to know.. Just please. Run away with me. We can live. We can finally just live. Together."

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"Sam," Joe protested at the grip on his arm, still feeling frantic and caged. He felt trapped, and had it been anyone else, he would have fought first, and talked this out later. But this was Sam, and that alone was messing with him in ways that Joe couldn’t put to words. He trusted Sam, he didn’t want to hurt him, but could he do that while leaving others to suffer in the process? Joe hated the fact that he didn’t know.

Joe moved to push Sam off of him with his free hand, trying to get him off, but he stilled at the frantic words. He was hardly aware of the fact that his hand stayed pressed to Sam’s chest, only vaguely aware of the frantic beat of his heart and the pleading words. The fear in his voice registered though, and the tight grip had him letting out a heavy sigh, hating the dilemma that rose up inside of him. He had to protect Sam, Sam had been his priority for so long. The thought of hurting him made him sick. But the sounds of the chaos outside had his hands shaking with the need to go out there and fix things, to stop it from continuing.

"Sam please," He begged, pushing him back the best he could, though Sam had always been stronger than him, and Joe doubted he’d have any problems stopping him. "Don’t make me run. You can go. I’ll- I’ll cover you, let you go somewhere safe that way," He bargained, tensing at the sound of another scream from outside and frantically wondering what kind of damage the patients would be suffering through. "But I can’t leave, Sam. Please. Not until they’re safe. If I make it, I’ll join you but I can’t- How am I supposed to let this just happen?” He protested, moving towards the door in hopes that Sam would agree, that he wouldn’t stop him.

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The ache in Sam's chest was unfathomable as Joe's frantic voice pierced through his ear drums. He had purposely never imagined what pain hurting Joe would bring him, but he was sure this was far worse than anything his imagination could possibly conjure up. The mere thought of pain was nothing compared to the physical affect of it.

As soon as Joe started to struggle, Sam's muscles rippled firm under his shirt, unwilling to allow Joe to move. He couldn't. "No, you have no idea.. No idea what they can do. They'll kill you. Murder you. And it'll be like you never even existed, like the hundreds of other people like us I've had to watch them kill. I've had to kill." Sam growled as Joe started to fight.

When Joe moved towards the door and out of his grasp, Sam felt that magnetic pull inside of his body to flight or fight. He couldn't let Joe go. He wouldn't. He would rather die himself than have to clean up the mangled mess of Joe's body and slave every day of his life with those people.. Those animals until death would save him.

"You're not going." Sam's voice rumbled into the dark, his strong, trained hands grasping at Joe;s arms to pull him back, forcing him against the wall with a heavy thud. Before he could even process his thoughts throughout the hot blood rushing under his skin, Sam's lips crashed against his best friends, pinning him against the wall with every strength he had.

[theshamanjoe-blog]

Satellite

[theshamanjoe-blog]

Joe’s heart was racing, his pulse pounding in his ears as he tried to compose himself, to figure out what was going on. Being shoved into the storeroom was unexpected, and had he had a few more seconds, Joe would have tried to get away, to use the small space to his advantage. 

But then, they were in darkness, he was being pinned the wall and Joe could do nothing more than make a low sound of shock and horror. Sam’s voice stopped his broken sound, the fear that he was going to die here, and he nodded rapidly at the words, trying to compose himself. It was Sam, Sam wasn’t going to hurt him. He trusted him above all else. Even with his unit here and raiding the hospital, Joe trusted Sam.

Sam released him finally, when he stopped struggling and Joe instinctively pressed a little closer to him, unsure of what he needed but desperate for some kind of comfort, when he felt like his world was shaking apart. “Go?” He whispered, “No, no we can’t go! There’s- There’s regular people here too. There’s humans here and there’s mutants and they’re going to get hurt.”

His voice broke a little on the words as he spoke, and Joe lifted a hand, forcing himself silent for a moment. “We can’t leave, Sam. I can’t let them hurt anyone.”

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Sam knew that Joe would always think of others before himself. Whether it be Sam or an innocent in the hospital - Joe was full of such grace, there wouldn't be a moment before he would risk his life and livelihood before letting another suffer. It was one of the reasons Sam adored his best friend, but on top of it all - Sam couldn't risk Joe's life.

"No, Joe." Sam whispered, reaching out to grab at the boy's forearm, stopping him from moving. "You can't. They'll kill you."

Though it hurt to break Joe's heart making him stay, leaving the others vulnerable, He couldn't let him go. He cocouldn'tose him - not now. "We need to go. We need to go now or they'll kill both of us. Even worse.. They'll kill you and make me kill the rest of them.. Or make me kill you. I can't do it anymore.. I can't." Sam whispered harshly, his eyes watering as he gripped tighter to Joe. The struggle was coming - he knew it. But he knew when it did - Sam would force him to stay.

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Satellite

The days were long, but Joe had no complaints about how he spent them, more often than not. Now that Sam was home for a while, his world had settled and calmed a little, and Joe felt he could focus more on the things that mattered. Days spent waiting tables, and afternoons spent in the hospitals were all he needed to keep himself grounded before going home to Sam. It wasn’t the best life, sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it made him happy.

Still, Joe couldn’t help but think that something was off, as he went from room to room. He was a little tired, but that hadn’t stopped him from ducking into the orthopedic ward for one final session, before he headed out. It was hardly his fault, at least. Most people here had the chance of recovering properly, especially with Joe’s help. He wanted to do all that he could, no matter who it was for.

So when the door slammed open mid healing session, Joe went rigid, the words dying on his tongue. Before he could get out a question, he felt someone grab him, forcing him out of the room and away from his patient. Joe felt protest rise in his throat, “Let me go! I’ve got to- You’re hurting them.”

He tried to pull away, but found himself unable to as he was manhandled away from the others. The ward was in chaos, and Joe wanted nothing more than to help them, he just didn’t know how, and it was kissing him as he tried to get away from his assailant, and failed. He’d never been a fighter for a reason.

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Sam pulled up the hem of his black gloves as he stood in the halls of the darkened hospital among men holding fierce looking rifles. His blood was pumping through his ear drums as he silently watched the commander count down. Five. Four. Three.. Two... One.

A loud crash vibrated through the floor as the door was ripped from it's hinges, Sam's body moving on it's own accord as they burst into the room by force, all figures around him grabbing bodies and tearing them from their feet or beds. Letting out a gruff grunt, Sam lunged forward and grabbed Joe my his torso, forcing him from the room. The words and cries that left the man's lips tore Sam's heart apart, but there was no other choice.

Among the screams and gun shots, Sam forced the writhing body into a storeroom, pinning him to the wall by his strong arms, kicking the door closed with his heavy boots, leaving them in total darkness.

"Shh Shh, Joe, it's me. It's me man.." Sam shushed, covering Joe's frantic open mouth with his hand, capturing any screams that tried to escape. "It's me.. We have to get out of here. We have to go.. Now!"