Colby Brock Centric Oneshots

Don't mess with Sam

He didn't intentionally get himself in bad situations or go looking for fights that had just never been him. He could handle what anyone had to say about him after all he'd dealt with opinionated people all his life and when he was in the eyes of the public people were bound to judge him. He just let anyone's view of him stay as it was because there was no point in defending himself against people who didn't even know him. By doing so he'd only be giving them the attention that they wanted.

But he could only keep that level-headedness when people were saying things about him. The calmness he'd once had was completely obliviated when anyone he cared about came into the picture.

Which was why it wasn't surprising to him when he'd landed himself into a fight the second he heard the group of men bad mouthing Sam.

He hadn't thought about anything other than the vile insults they had been throwing towards Sam's name. Sweet wonderful Sam who they knew absolutely nothing about. It was enough for his temper to flare as his hands tightly clenched into fists. Before it even registered what he was doing he was taking long purposeful strides toward the group of men who'd taken off into fits of laughter. With a clenched jaw and eyes that were hardened to an unforgiving shade of ice-cold blue, he tapped the shoulder of the closest guy to him.

Immediately the man turned to face him, the group slightly dispersing. He took a good look at the man coming face to face with a deep shade of umber eyes, dark black curls, broad shoulders, and bronze skin. What had his attention was the repulsive smirk the dark-haired man had that seemed to be dripping in smugness.

''Hey,'' he huskily said ''Fuck you -''

The man's smirk turned into exaggerated laughter effectively cutting off his rant. Umber eyes flickered to friends who were beginning to seem more like bland goons as they followed suit in the laughter.

'' A bit immature don't you think? What are you here to defend Sam's honor?'' The amusement died down in the umber eyes voice soon becoming taunting again. '' Is he not here to do it himself?''

He'd just met the guy didn't even know his name and yet he loathed the man. The statement alone had rage welling in him like a tide. All he could do to stop himself from doing something stupid was thinking of Sam. The blond would be crushed if he let his anger overtake him. High school had been proof of that because no matter how badly they'd been bullied the blond had never wanted him to retaliate and he'd already started this. That didn't mean that he could help the next words that seeped from his mouth.

''You think that's funny huh?'' His voice had raised drastically cheeks flushed.

''Hilarious actually. And face It I could tear you apart easily your all talk.''

'' What'd you just say?'' He paused threateningly breathless with anger.

Suddenly he felt his phone vibrating in the pocket of his black jeans and knew that it was Sam. The blond was probably worried considering he'd said that he would be home around an hour ago. Dark brows furrowed in resignation before he turned his back to the man.

'' Your just looking for a fight whatever. '' he managed to get a few steps before he caught a fist that had been directed at him. The man's eyes widened before all hell was unleashed.

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Walking home was a task in itself he hadn't thought about just how many guys he'd been fighting. They hadn't fought fair either even going as far as bringing knives into the equation. He managed to come out of it with only a black eye, a litter of bruises, and a few cuts. Admittedly he was pretty sore from taking on all of the men as well as being ridiculed by them. But he didn't regret it in the slightest not when it came to Sam, never when it came to Sam. He'd do it again if he had to.

And he liked to think that he had gotten his point across. His house finally came into view as he silently slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses hoping to hide the black eye.

'' Sam!'' he called, '' Sorry I was late I guess that I lost track of time, I- uh brought you food. '' He muttered with a sheepish smile handing over the food as a peace offering before slightly scratching the nape of his neck. Sam had already started munching on the food with a grateful smile.

'' Thanks, Colbs! ..But what's with the sunglasses?''

'' Just going for a different look today I guess buddy.'' The response sounded terrible even to his own ears and he knew the blond wasn't buying his answer the second the food was set down.

'' Colby what's wrong?''

''Nothing''

'' You only call me buddy when your hiding something or upset so I'll ask again what's wrong Colbs? ''

Sighing in defeat he merely took off the sunglasses watching as Sam's whole mood changed.

''Who the hell did this to you?'' It wasn't a question it was more of a demand and he knew it, '' I'll hurt them I swear.''

''No you can't.'' He insisted while raking his fingers through his hair briskly.

'' And why not?'' The furious blond insisted.

'' Because I did this for you,'' as Sam's face fell he mentally berated himself, '' I'd do it again too I couldn't just walk past knowing what they were saying about you. Besides I can't have you getting hurt not for me.''

Long arms wrapped around him in a comforting hug. He nuzzled his head within Sam's collarbone for a few moments before the blond finally spoke.

'' I'll never be okay with you getting hurt over me but let's just clean you up. I can scold you later.''