[rift] another phonecall

[amongthewreck]

Fletcher is probably not in the best mindset for this right now, but he's calling Sam.

He knows it's about time, but the circumstances aren't exactly ideal. Fletch doesn't like being pushed into doing things.

As the line starts to ring, he takes a deep breath and tries to calm down.

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[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

"I guess, technically, it is."

Because it is.

But.



Fletcher doesn't know. He sighs and rubs his forehead. He's pacing.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I never wanted to hurt you, Sam. Please believe me."

[of-alltrades.livejournal.com]

"You're right. Technically, it is. We haven't been together for a very long time." Truth. It stings and she's furious, but there it is.

"You didn't hurt me." Lie.

"I hope you're happy together." Also a lie.

"You don't have another Kara on your hands, if that's what you're worried about."

Her name is Kerry, Sam. But you know that.

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

Sam's intentional messing-up of Kerry's name always makes Fletcher laugh, but now he barely cracks a smile. "That's not what I was worried about."

He's silent for a few seconds. Blame the lump in his throat.

"You haven't hung up yet."

It's something he thinks he should point out, in case Sam forgot where the 'end call' button was.

(In reality, it's Fletch's way of trying to confirm that Sam doesn't completely hate him.)

[of-alltrades.livejournal.com]

"You're dating someone else, living your life in Chicago while we keep the Order from collapsing. Don't act like you're worried."

Sam falls into the silence with him.

Instead of answering, she simply ends the phone call.

Part of her does hate him.

Part of her really, really does.