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[The video opens with a myriad of dizzying images: a few quick, blurry shakes that indicate the owner of the TAB has no idea how to turn it on, a couple of glimpses at the ground as they spin the device to try and find a button, a palm as it strikes down on the screen.

Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]

Jesus, how does this thing--?

[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]

Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.

[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]

I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.

[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]

Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!

[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]

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He does have a habit of acting like a princess from time to time...

[ Yeah,she can understand that reaction. Pretty far out there. ]

Yes and no. It depends on the circumstances you're coming from.

Well, can't say I'm really surprised. You should have seen his dress up phase.

That offer for a patch up still on the table? Think I'm getting close.

You can tell me all about it when we get you on the table.

Of course it's still on the table. How close?

Okay, but I'm expecting a story in return. Fair's fair.

[A pause as he gets his bearings, looking at the TPS.]

Uh, maybe three blocks away? Should be there in about ten.

[Maybe a little longer, considering the pace he's walking at. It's not like he can avoid her forever, right? She at least seems more ready to talk than she did back in Madagascar.]

I don't know if you know this but I'm a journalist, I was born full of stories.

Sure, ten. Sounds good. I'm still by the doors.

Yeah, Nathan did mention something about that. Too bad your camera didn't make it on some of those jobs you two were on. Would have liked to see some of those pictures.

Anyway, I'll--I'll see you in a bit.

[Apparently.]

[ As much as Elena would've liked for him to elaborate on what he'd said about Nate already having talked to him about her, she doesn't. She'll save that for when he comes by. It'll give her time to think about what he means because, as far as she knows, this guy wasn't much around for the last decade or so of the time she and Nate and an on-off thing.

At first Sam had been known as dead. And then Sully had come along with the news that Sam was indeed alive and hasn't kicked the bucket. And apparently all of them were traveling together?

Or that's what Nate assumed and in turn had her assume. There was the whole thing with the Panama Butcher, Hector. There was Avery's treasure that their mother had been on about, Francis Drake...

Elena waits by the front doors of the hospital, choosing to take a seat and go through her TAB. Does she send Nate a quick note about what's going down? He's off-world doing whatever, she's not even sure. All she knows (and hopes) is that he's being safe and should be home soon.

An afterthought— yeah, yeah it really is too bad her camera hadn't made it. ]

[Chatting over the TAB, with the safety of virtual communication between them, is a lot easier to handle than the ever looming reality of meeting Elena Fisher face to face again.

It's not that he didn't like her or anything--he just never gave her a chance. In fact, from what little Nathan told him about her she seemed like an interesting person to get to know. Anybody who can put up with his brother and what they do for a long time has got to be. But he had been locked up for thirteen years, and he had heard about everything his brother had did, and the pursuit of Avery's treasure was just too good to pass up. For both of them, he was sure.

Maybe not for both of them.

It takes Sam longer than ten minutes to reach the hospital. Every step he takes seems to slow his pace down even more, and not for the first time he considers not showing up at all. No, if he was stuck here he was going to have to face her eventually. Might as well do it now.

The doors slide open, and Sam cautiously walks into the front entrance, looking around and receiving a few stares in return at his own appearance. He smiles and nods briefly at those he makes eye contact with, until he sees Elena. He makes his way over, gives her a small wave.]

Hey.

[God he could use a cigarette.]

[ She had noticed it was taking longer than the estimated ten minutes. She was still on the clock, she couldn't spend another ten waiting around, but he would've pinged her when he'd arrived. Elena was worried about getting caught sitting around and slacking.

The doors open and she lifts her head, ears picking up on the sound. She spots the newcomer and stares— he's still not exactly what she'd imagined, as Nate's brother.

The small wave feels awkward. Meeting him alone is what makes this awkward for her. She puts on a smile and rises out of the seat, pocketing her TAB, the message she'd begun writing to Nate left unfinished and unsent. ]

You must be Sam.

[ Christ, his injuries look worse in person, blood dried on his skin, the swelling a little raw.

...Is she supposed to shake his hand? ]

Yep. That's me. Surprised?

[A small chuckle as he takes a few more steps to meet her, stopping when he's a little less than a foot away from her. It does feel weird without the buffer of his brother there to mediate this meeting. It's even weirder to meet her like this and not have her close to tears or yelling at him. He still half expects her to.]

Good to--good to finally meet you. Well, again.

[He shifts like he's thinking about offering his hand, but ultimately decides against it. How does one even handle a situation like this?]

Yes and...no?

[ More yes than anything. She stands once he comes in closer and stops. It would be too weird if she stayed sitting while he was there, she'd have to angle her head back to look at him, he was as tall as Nate, maybe a little taller. Too weird. ]

Again? Oh...

[ That's right, their earlier talk. She pushes out a quiet chuckle. ]

It's good to meet you, Sam.

[ Finally. They'd thought he was dead, this whole time.

Elena will break the ice. She'll hold out her hand for him to take, if he wanted. Or was comfortable with it. ]

Yeah, weren't expecting someone so handsome, right?

[Why else would she be surprised he's Nate's brother? At the offer, he takes her hand, gives it a good few firm shakes before letting his hand drop back to his side.]

Sorry about the...

[He gestures to his left arm and face.]

You're a real ten out of ten. Must be good Drake genes.

[ More like Morgan genes but she remembers Nate's reaction to when she'd used his birth surname. Not so good. ]

Sorry about— what? [ Is he really? ] Why are you apologizing for that? I've dealt with worse injuries.

C'mon.

[ With a warm smile she began to lead to one of the unoccupied rooms. ]

Well, not sure if has to do with genes, per say. I was always the more handsome and funny one.

[Never mind that his brother could pass as some sort of model. He would never admit that anyway.]

Right, like glass toes? Boy, I can't wait to hear the story about that.

[He returns the smile, following her to one of the rooms and looking around. He's half expecting to see some weird alien tech all over the place, so it's a little surprising to find it relatively normal.]

You go to medical school too? Didn't know you were also a doctor.

We'll just have to wait and see about that.

[ Model brother who's married to a pretty, spunky little blonde journalist. ]

I wasn't able to help him much with his glass toe, I was suffering my own glass injuries at the time. Almost considered myself a pirate then, walking around with an eyepatch and a glass eye.

[ A short gesture to one of the low beds, ready for anyone to hop on for a seat. Sorry bro-in law, no weird alien tech here, or many weird looking aliens for that matter. It's just them. ]

Actually, I'm not. I got most of my training during my time here from one of the head doctors.

Have a seat while I get things ready.

[ She'll need gauze and bandaging, needles for stitches, thread, local anesthetic, ointment— all that jazz. ]

Did you get a parrot too? Cause unless you got a parrot too I don't think it counts. Pretty important accessory for pirates.

[He slides onto the bed just far enough to let his feet barely dangle off the ground, watching her prepare everything.]

Should I be concerned about getting a glass peg leg or something in the future?

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