Fic: FP, FTM!Sam
Jun. 5th, 2009 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonetreadFTM!Sam drabble; title from "Born to be Wild" by Steppenwolf. The first of my FP transfic, written 5/25/09.
Fire All of Your Guns at Once
Sam had always known he was going to be a policeman. Usually, when he said this, his mom would just smile and not even mention that, no sweetheart, little boys become policemen and little girls become policewomen.
His dad would mention it. And look disappointed, though Sam was hardly old enough to have done anything to disappoint him yet.
Strangers would mention it too, like they had any right. It was sometimes as if the whole world were conspiring against Sam.
But years later, Sam was himself, and – contrary paternal opinions aside – that self was a damn good cop.
Finally.
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And the sequel, a double-drabble, written 5/26.
Taking Flight
He’d stuff the pillow case in the back of the neck of his shirt and suddenly, cape trailing down his back, he was Superman.
And it wasn’t nerdy at all, he was ready to assure anyone who dared suggest it, since Superman was awesome and saved people just like Sam would do when he was a policeman.
No one ever suggested it, not like with the policeman thing.
But the day Sam jumped out of the tree and the cape fell off (and he was sure that was the only reason he fell, because he was Superman), and the nice doctor at the hospital called Sam “he” and “son” and “boy” until he noticed the look on Sam’s dad’s face, Sam wondered if maybe there were worse things than being a nerd.
Then (with the hand attached to his good arm, of course) he made the doctor pinky-promise that he wouldn’t give Sam a pink cast. And when he got home, his mom fixed his cape so it would tie around his neck instead, but only after he himself pinky-promised not to jump out of trees anymore.
(That was okay. Jumping all three of the porch stairs felt like flying.)
Fire All of Your Guns at Once
Sam had always known he was going to be a policeman. Usually, when he said this, his mom would just smile and not even mention that, no sweetheart, little boys become policemen and little girls become policewomen.
His dad would mention it. And look disappointed, though Sam was hardly old enough to have done anything to disappoint him yet.
Strangers would mention it too, like they had any right. It was sometimes as if the whole world were conspiring against Sam.
But years later, Sam was himself, and – contrary paternal opinions aside – that self was a damn good cop.
Finally.
---
And the sequel, a double-drabble, written 5/26.
Taking Flight
He’d stuff the pillow case in the back of the neck of his shirt and suddenly, cape trailing down his back, he was Superman.
And it wasn’t nerdy at all, he was ready to assure anyone who dared suggest it, since Superman was awesome and saved people just like Sam would do when he was a policeman.
No one ever suggested it, not like with the policeman thing.
But the day Sam jumped out of the tree and the cape fell off (and he was sure that was the only reason he fell, because he was Superman), and the nice doctor at the hospital called Sam “he” and “son” and “boy” until he noticed the look on Sam’s dad’s face, Sam wondered if maybe there were worse things than being a nerd.
Then (with the hand attached to his good arm, of course) he made the doctor pinky-promise that he wouldn’t give Sam a pink cast. And when he got home, his mom fixed his cape so it would tie around his neck instead, but only after he himself pinky-promised not to jump out of trees anymore.
(That was okay. Jumping all three of the porch stairs felt like flying.)
