The End of Days

-Epilogue-

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5 years later
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The nightmares never stopped coming, memories of that night. He remembered less and less about them over time, the sound of Cam's voice or the texture of Jack's hand when they touched.

On nights he dreamt of them which admittedly were few and far between now, he found himself beginning to draw. He'd never had much of a talent but picked it up after Cameron's death, he'd been doing it ever since.

"You good?" The figure starfished under some sheets asked, wild hair spread over an arm he rested on. Liam nodded, looking over the gingers sketched features under the limited lighting the moon offered him where he rested in the windows nook.

"Sorry to wake you."

"Can I see?"

He looked over the small journal, meeting patient brown eyes. With a breath and a roll of his eyes because it seemed Sam wasn't moving any, he made his way over.

Shuffling shook the bed behind him as light flooded the room. "Come on," Sam grabbed at it but Liam shook his head, tossing it in a drawer before he could change his mind again.

"It's nothin, just needed a minute." A tsk came from behind Liam, a smirked pulled at him when a hand felt up his chest.

"Still crazy you got that surgery. Seeing you shirtless for real was like seeing a ghost or something."

"What, terrifying?"

"Nah, just impossible." The hand slid down Liam's abs and he closed his eyes, holding Sam's arm as he did. "Ain't sayin it's a bad time but if we ain't gonna fuck I need more beauty sleep."

Liam chuckled, shrugging the head off his shoulders. "Just gotta ruin it, huh?"

"Hah, it's what I do."

Liam turned back, glancing between him and the clock that read 4am. Sam had to be up at 8 and Liam was expected in the lab which he couldn't really be late for.

"Knew you'd crack, black." Sam smirked, sitting up against the headboard just as Liam reached for the lamp switch.

He grabbed at Sam's chin, thumb brushing over stubble before they began to kiss. Liam grabbed at his thighs and felt up his stomach, pushing him up firmer against the back of the bed.

Sam pulled at the back of his neck, bringing Liam's head to his chest. "Get th- the thing." Liam shook his head, "you still can't say it?"

"I don't need to say it to like it now get your dick man, come on!" He grinned, shaking his head.

Their eyes met briefly and Sam knew what he was thinking before instinctively turning on his stomach and pulling at his boxers. "All you can eat buffet."

"Stop." Liam cried, Sam chuckled. "Alright for real, get to work."

Screeching laughter pulled Liam from his rest, head jerking up from the pillow he'd been clutching. "Shit," 9:20 already. He rushed to get dressed, half throwing on a tank top when a crash grabbed his attention. What the fuck..?

"Hi, sorry!" Paige stood at the table, arms still locked around Fred's neck who was shouting for her to let go. Sam stood at the counter, staring at the eggs he'd seemed to have just made which were scattered across the kitchen floor along with a shattered plate.

"You really visit just to break our shit? " Liam asked, working his arms through his shirt. The tested anger seemed to slip Sam's mind as he stared.

"I was makin the girl breakfast. But I really dont know why I bother." He spared her a look, tossing over a broom that she accepted with a roll of her eyes.