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Scarlett leaned into his touch, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as his hand caressed her cheek. She smiled and nodded slowly as he approved, smiling a little to meet his own smile. She took a deep breath, goosebumps risings on her skin as his fingers deftly pressed against the tired knots in the back of her neck. She took a deep breath at his suggestion. It was not just worth consideration, it was all that she'd wanted and asked for. Scarlett was a little hesitant. Once the gates of the hell that was her past were open, there was no turning back. But she was determined. She'd done so good in her life, and she deemed herself deserving this. She was worth it. Sam was worth it.

Her eyes flickered down to the scar that ran across the length of her forearm. It looked the oldest because it was the first one she'd ever gotten. "That one was the first scar." She started, "Of course, it wasn't the first time I got hurt." She chuckled a little, the tone of it too dark, too alien for Scarlett, but she went on. "After my...adoptive father I guess, got diagnosed with cancer, I worked double shifts on school nights, and I used to take breaks - you know, eat, solve homework, when the day went slow. I didn't realize that there were rules against that. It started with that one day, just..a slap. Just one. I was eleven. Busted my lip. Pretty much like that day we met." Scarlett told him, "Then it just escalated to kicks and punches and dragging me back to work by my hair. I fought him off at the beginning, then I just stopped. I thought if I listened, if I did what he wanted me to do, he'd stop." She shrugged once, then breathed out heavily when she realized her eyes had welled up with tears. 

"Then this one day," She started again after she composed herself. "I was in a rush, I needed to get home quickly because you see, I wanted to clean our apartment before my dad did it, and I didn't wash the knives well. So..he decided to get it dirty and make me clean it, well." Scarlett traced a hand over the scar Sam had traced earlier, "You just don't expect anyone to be so cruel, to coerce you into cleaning off your own blood off a knife. It's.." She shook her head slowly, "I mean, I have no idea what disciplinary method he had in mind, but it worked." She shook her head slowly, "You'd think after he scared me into servility, he'd have enough - but I was apparently his worst employee." Scarlett started as she sniffled and looked down, "Because how would an eleven year old know much about scrubbing floors right?" She said slowly, "Even if I didn't have a mom, our neighbor, she helped us when it came to cleaning and laundry." She breathed out and looked down. "My grades got worse, I barely passed each level, then I tried to get better. I took a break to study, try to do something. Something for me, and that guy, he freaking whipped me with his belt. I remember it was my favorite tank top. It was blue, dusty blue, like the scrub top, and it was summer. I had clean it up and cover it myself, and I was lucky enough it didn't get infected." Scarlett whispered, her voice cracking towards the end as she looked down and covered her face. When she spoke about it, despite the years that had passed, they were so fresh in her mind, so vivid - those horrid memories. She needed a minute to breathe and remind herself that she was with Sam, she was safe, and that it would never happen all over again.

The Devil Within :: Scam

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Scarlett stared ahead silently at the pale dust blue walls of the on call room, aimlessly, her mind drifting off into her own train of thought. Life was really dealing her awful cards, she had to admit. But Scarlett always tried to balance it out, saying that the good outweighed the bad, that she was now better than before - a lot better. But Scarlett needed more, she knew that. It was a thought that crossed her mind a lot recently, mostly since she wasn't working and spent most of her time thinking, alone. It was probably about time for her to patch herself up, right? Therapy. The word sounded so off. But she wanted it. True, she took pride in her scars. But she wanted to be as close to normalcy as she could possibly get. After all, who knows where she'd be a year from now.

Her eyes flickered up to the door when Sam walked in, and she greeted his warm smile with one of her own. She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders into a shrug, "I don't do much." She said, still very unsatisfied with the amount of work she was given. However, she had to be patient. Derek had promised her a few cases in neuro when she was back into business, so she had to be patient. Truth will prevail, right? She smiled as Sam got into the bed and moved so she could rest her head against his chest. She sighed as he wrapped his arm around her and closed her eyes. Over his musing, she frowned and tilted her head to look up at him, "I know." She eventually sighed and turned her eyes towards the ceiling.

"I guess I have to deal with the cards I'm dealt." She muttered, almost attempting to shrug it off nonchalantly, before she turned to look at Sam and pursed her lips thoughtfully. Scarlett propped herself onto her elbow and looked down at him, her fingers toying with the hem of his green scrub shirt, "So I was thinking," She started as she looked up at him, "Therapy..maybe not such a bad idea after all." Scarlett told him as her eyes flickered up to his piercing hues, "I want to get rid of all this baggage. I was to just be..free. I guess." Scarlett smiled a little as she sat up, "What do you think?" She asked and tilted her head, "I trust no one to help me with something like that except you." Scarlett admitted, and pressed her lips into a sincere smile.

The Devil Within :: Scam

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The Devil Within :: Scam

"Trigger Warning: This para will contain references and descriptive prose about violence, blood, abuse, and suicide. Read at your own expense."

Scarlett was mostly exhausted from lagging behind interns in the pit or standing in the gallery during surgeries that first years much like herself assisted on. It's been a tough time, but she was going to willingly pull through. It's what she did anyways, that's how she worked. Her method of dealing with calamity was not ideal, but it worked for her and she was going to stick with it. It'd been a lot harder before when she'd had no one to support her, and reminded her that it'd eventually be okay. She was her own reminder. 

Scarlett smiled as she rounded the corner and saw Sam, too much involved in the worked at his hands to notice that she leaned against the wall and just gazed from afar. Never in a million years did the brunette imagine that that's who she'd end up being her first love. The girl was lucky enough to have a few boyfriends, but they deemed her too much baggage when she shared her story. But they were college kids, frat boys. Sam...Sam was a man who was willing to take her for who she was, and it made the move to Seattle all the more worthwhile that originally it'd been. Despite recent events, he was her rock. 

She eventually pushed herself off the wall and headed towards the on call room on the floor furthest from people, the top most one.. The oncology floor. It was fairly quiet and had a small number of on call rooms. They'd been spending their breaks there, and it felt better when she slept there with Sam instead of alone, since he wouldn't let her go there alone. However, she beat him to the room and kicked off her sneakers, leaning patiently against the nightstand as she waited for Sam to walk in.

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Yeah..It's a little depressing. 

I guess I just really miss actual cutting, you know?

I'm starting think that if I requested to be in on an OR,

  You’re not crazy and you’re definitely not a murderer, Scar. Everyone knows that.

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I'm starting think that if I requested to be in on an OR,

I'll be drafted into crazy and blood-thirsty murder suspect. Honestly.

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I..I shouldn't be accepting food from pregnant women but I'm all for the pity food.

How's Seb doing anyways? Shouldn't you be on Mat Leave?

That week away was well deserved.

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I'm good. I am. I haven't cut in a while though, something about still being a suspect. At least they granted me bail, right?

I've not seen an OR in a week now.

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Ella's doing great. She's up on her feet again so ...that's just great.

That week away was well deserved.

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That week away was well deserved.

These times when I am grateful my father is a wold renowned surgeon. Literally, it's like he saved someone in every state.

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Well, at least you actually get to work.

I've not seen an OR in a week now.

This paperwork is getting to be ridiculous

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Scarlett smiled wide, ear to ear, when he reciprocated, and leaned up into the kiss, sighing gently against his lips. She nodded slowly when he told her to sleep, and moved again so she could bury her face against the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around his torso. Her eyes fell shut almost immediately - the tiredness taking over her as she felt overwhelmed with his warmth, and she fell asleep.

The Claws Deepen / Scarlett & Sam

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Scarlett leaned forward to set the glass on the coffee table, then leaned back into Sam's arms as he maneuvered them to lay down on the sofa. She closed her eyes as she turned to rest her head on his chest. She smiled at his words and tilted her head up to look up at him, pursing her lips. Never did she imagine that she'd fall for a man so much older than her - but in her mind, Scarlett needed someone who's been through life, under stood much of it to under stand her, and that was Sam. She smiled up at him as she heard his words, and just like that three little words left her lips, "I love you, Sam." She mumbled then pulled her brows into a small frown, "i really do." She told him again, trying to sound as serious as she really was.

The Claws Deepen / Scarlett & Sam

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Scarlett couldn't help but nod slowly at his words, like a child mostly. She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes. She sighed softly when he pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled a little at his words, "Thank you." She muttered under her breath and sighed again - she hadn't exactly found an emotional outlet for any of this, but really, when did she ever? She was a big bottle of undealt with shit. Scarlett looked up at Sam, her eyes welling up a little, "Thank you, for sticking around."

The Claws Deepen / Scarlett & Sam

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Never did Scarlett ever imagine that she would end up in jail - even if it was the over night cell. It was scary and disgusting. She worked her whole life to avoid it - she never stole, never acted on impulse, heck she took a beating to keep herself and her father out of it and yet she still ended up there and for the murder of her boss, a man she's grown acquainted with. Scarlett, capable of murder?  But now she not only experienced jail for the first time, but experienced the support and love of family and..well, Sam. She sank into his sofa, staring ahead. She'd showered and gotten into some clothes Meredith has offered her. She looked up at Sam and smiled a little as she took the glass from him, knocking it all back at once. She leaned into Sam's chest when he put his arm around her and frowned, before she sighed. "This is the most comfortable I've had in a while." She muttered as she looked down at the empty closed, swallowing thickly, the drink still burning in her chest.

The Claws Deepen / Scarlett & Sam

As the tall man’s slender fingers wrapped around the bottle of scotch, pouring the young resident a small drink, he smiled to himself. Yet again, he had played the individuals of Seattle Grace Mercy West like puppets. His own personal sources of entertainment. He’d not only orchestrated Shadow Shepherd’s death, but had played it so the intern who found him was undeniably traumatized, fear reaped through the hospital, and Scarlett Price arrested. This created the perfect opportunity for him to console - to sink his claws deeper into his victims. At this moment in time… Scarlett Price. “Here, this will help,” he offered, handing the hazel eyed girl the small glass. He had just picked her up from the Shepherd household after the Grey had bailed her out of jail. “It is a lot stronger than what you are probably used to but it will help you sleep.” He sat down next to her on his sofa, the very sofa he hacked Jim Nelson to death upon, and extended an arm around her shoulders. 

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Crazy is almost an understatement.

I couldn't wait to work again,

  Crazy. 

This place is just crazy. 

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What's the difference? It's as dark here as it was in there.

I couldn't wait to work again,

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I couldn't wait to work again,

But this place is just..