After The Rainbow
Apr. 18th, 2007 05:05 pmRating: PG
Spoilers: For series two episode eight :)
Summary: I never thought it would happen. Not to my Sammy, I never thought...
A/N: I wanted to write something from Ruth Tyler's POV since I saw the finale, and this is what came out
I never thought it would happen. Not to my Sammy, I never thought...
The first time was bad enough. A phone call from the hospital to say he'd been brought in. Hit and run. I had nightmares about that phone call for weeks after, different versions of the same call that left me breathless and crying.
Seeing him on the hospital bed, battered, looking so young and vulnerable. My Sammy, my baby-boy, in a coma. I kept thinking any second he would wake up, each day I went to sit by his bedside I prayed it would be the day he would open his eyes and come back to me.
The Doctors told me all about his condition, they almost managed to persuade me to switch off his life-support once, but when I saw him smile I knew, I knew he would wake up and come home.
And he did.
In a way.
When he woke I was so happy I couldn't stop the tears rolling down my face, but it was only later that a niggling sense that something was wrong started to eat away at me.
He was different somehow, quieter, he tended to daydream more and I kept seeing this odd, almost wistful expression on his face every time he thought I wasn't looking.
I knew there was something he was keeping from me, something he alluded to or made vague references to. I only wish now I’d pushed the matter, made him talk to me then maybe he…
He told me vague things about a friend he'd made a promise to, and I smiled because I knew my Sammy always kept his promises, no matter what.
Or at least I thought he did.
It wasn't a phone call this time; it was Maya and one of her colleagues.
I knew when I opened the door but I couldn't... wouldn't believe it. Not Sam, not my beautiful little Sammy, not so soon after the hit and run.
They made me sit down. I didn't want to, almost like if I didn't sit down then he wouldn't...stupid really.
"Mrs Tyler."
Mrs Tyler. I'd told her to call me Ruth a thousand times but she wouldn't.
"Sam... Sam, he... he's dead."
Everything seemed to stop. "No."
She took my hand. "I'm so sorry."
"How?" I couldn't process what she was saying, I couldn't believe it, there was no way, no way he could be... not after everything we'd been through, everything he'd been through - it wasn't right, it wasn't fair!
"He... killed himself."
"No, he wouldn't. Not my Sam. My Sammy would never, he -"
"I'm so sorry, Mrs Tyler."
Sam had jumped.
What could have been so bad to make him do that? I knew something was wrong when he woke from the coma but I never... if only I'd said something, done something - anything!
Oh Sammy, it wasn't supposed to be like this. You were supposed to live a long fulfilled life... I was never supposed to bury you. A parent should never have to bury their own child.
Oh Sam, my little Sammy...why? Why did you do it?
A/N: I did this form the POV that she didn't know about Sam's experiences in 1973 (something his conversation about the promise to a friend suggested) but if she did then consider this AU :)
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on 2007-04-18 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-04-18 06:08 pm (UTC)This was lovely though, nice piece.
x
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on 2007-04-18 06:24 pm (UTC)Anyway ta very muchly for the comment!
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on 2007-04-18 10:13 pm (UTC)And I wanted him to jump, too - I'll be honest though and thought that Sam's mum came across a bit cold to me, c'mon - hug your son, woman! he obviously needs it! lol.
Great fic though, really great :)
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on 2007-04-19 06:33 pm (UTC)Lol I'd've hugged Sam any day! lol
Thanks for the comment! :D