Oh oh, for 10 Years On, please write a fic exploring how Sam felt when he and Matt were rescued and he found out what happened between the seperation & rescue, and how he feels when Shiro shows back up 10 years later and Sam finally sees the damage the Arena did and none of it has healed even though he and Matt have had a decade to move on from their big shared alien abduction trauma? :D (PS I'm loving & kudosing all your AO3 stuff and thought you'd like to know that re: hair, mused =/= mussed.)
(Aghhh I know, I’m the worst at that mistake and I never ever catch it. One of these days I’ll remember. But thank you so much!! And thank you for the delicious prompt.)
For those who missed it, a sequel to this fic
It had been nearly three years since Sam Holt had seen his wife and daughter.
There was no way for him to know that for sure, of course. There were the nearly exactly six months it had taken to get to Kerberos, but after that it had been the Galra ships and then the mining planet, and he knew those day cycles didn’t match up perfectly, or even very well, to Earth’s. Then they’d been tapped by the Rebellion and spirited away to yet another planet. By then, Sam and Matt were both well used to the mining planet’s day cycle, and so now it was impossible to tell how it would have felt against Earth.
Still, it had been about 853 cycles since they’d been captured, and 184 on the Daedalus.
Nearly three years, give or take.
Nearly three years since Sam had left home, buoyed on the excitement of discovering something new and exciting about the creation of their very solar system, of the universe itself. Accompanied by his son and Takashi, he’d gone with the kernel of hope of learning about how life was created and supported in the universe. One step closer to his life’s work, to First Contact.
At this point, it didn’t even feel ironic anymore. It felt like they’d been asking for it.
Three years of struggle and heartbreak, of losing Matt and then Takashi, losing his freedom, slowly losing hope. Of holding onto his son as tight as he could, lest he be taken away yet again. A year of being a different kind of prisoner, the kept technicians for a rebellion Sam supported in theory but not in brutal action. Of thinking ‘today is at least not worse than yesterday’, and that being enough.
But something had changed, not too long ago.
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