Maybe you're better than me then. You're more noble.
[Spock didn't take joy in the pain of others and Jim had to respect that... he had to have a hard time trying to get his angst out. Impossible even. But he just poured his energy into being an awesome vulcan and Jim couldn't be more proud...]
Jim didn't sleep for three days after George disappeared. His mother cried and Frank yelled about it but Jim was a focused little soul. He had severe punishment for his crimes against the car but despite that, the cop wanted to let him off easy. He was given a slap on the wrist for his first offense and released to look for his brother. Jim looked over the entire city of Riverside. He had a network set up through their school for George... no...Sam. He called him by his given name to people but he always yelled Sam when he was searching some back-water camp site. He expected his brother to be living in some shanty somewhere... as if his brother were that stupid.
It took two weeks for Jim to realize Sam wasn't coming back and he'd learned how to run away for good. His mother continued to ask around and finally put in a missing person's report but Jim knew it was too late. He went home that day immediately after school and he looked up the surrounding cities, trying to find where his brother would go first. He tried his best... to travel along the train lines and find his brother but Frank stopped him the first time, a social worker the second, and his mother the third. It was only her tears that made him pause that last time... she was on her knees begging for him to stay put, saying she couldn't lose one more family member.
Jim felt like he was in a world all his own then. Frank didn't care, the social worker didn't understand their life and that wasn't his fault. He was doing his job. But his mother had failed Sam... Jim realized in that moment at eight years old that his mother, and all adults were weak people just the same as children. He knew he had more strength than his mother, she was an anvil to him, holding him back. He had drive and a resistance to tears that his mother simply lacked, or just lost when his father died. He remained at his mother's side, knowing it was the difference between seeing his brother again and not. But he knew one thing. Wherever Sam ended up, he could take care of himself... but his mother really would fall apart if Jim left her. He went to her and let her hold him tight the rest of the evening and weep when she felt like it. Frank was nicer for a month and then things returned to normal only now Jim learned just how much abuse Sam was shielding him from.
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[Spock didn't take joy in the pain of others and Jim had to respect that... he had to have a hard time trying to get his angst out. Impossible even. But he just poured his energy into being an awesome vulcan and Jim couldn't be more proud...]
Jim didn't sleep for three days after George disappeared. His mother cried and Frank yelled about it but Jim was a focused little soul. He had severe punishment for his crimes against the car but despite that, the cop wanted to let him off easy. He was given a slap on the wrist for his first offense and released to look for his brother. Jim looked over the entire city of Riverside. He had a network set up through their school for George... no...Sam. He called him by his given name to people but he always yelled Sam when he was searching some back-water camp site. He expected his brother to be living in some shanty somewhere... as if his brother were that stupid.
It took two weeks for Jim to realize Sam wasn't coming back and he'd learned how to run away for good. His mother continued to ask around and finally put in a missing person's report but Jim knew it was too late. He went home that day immediately after school and he looked up the surrounding cities, trying to find where his brother would go first. He tried his best... to travel along the train lines and find his brother but Frank stopped him the first time, a social worker the second, and his mother the third. It was only her tears that made him pause that last time... she was on her knees begging for him to stay put, saying she couldn't lose one more family member.
Jim felt like he was in a world all his own then. Frank didn't care, the social worker didn't understand their life and that wasn't his fault. He was doing his job. But his mother had failed Sam... Jim realized in that moment at eight years old that his mother, and all adults were weak people just the same as children. He knew he had more strength than his mother, she was an anvil to him, holding him back. He had drive and a resistance to tears that his mother simply lacked, or just lost when his father died. He remained at his mother's side, knowing it was the difference between seeing his brother again and not. But he knew one thing. Wherever Sam ended up, he could take care of himself... but his mother really would fall apart if Jim left her. He went to her and let her hold him tight the rest of the evening and weep when she felt like it. Frank was nicer for a month and then things returned to normal only now Jim learned just how much abuse Sam was shielding him from.