Sam, Meet Billy / Billy Meet Sam
The Precinct Meeting with Sam’s POV
By Mara The Sorrowful
“Who are you?”
“What do you mean by that?” asked the stranger. He was a muscular young man in his twenties. His sleeves to his jeans jacket were cut off completely and he wore no t-shirt underneath. The jacket and his pants with holes in the knees were both pink.
“What I mean,” groused Sam, “is what are you doing in the precinct like that?”
“Billy ‘Lee’ Judiker,” replied the pink thug. “Pronounced 'Jud' as in JUDge with just the JUD sound, no GE, and 'EEEK ER' on the end. Anyhow, I’m in VICE. You must be my new partner. Sam, right?”
“You are what?” Sam sounded shocked.
“Bill told me you were a stickler for protocol.” Billy scratched his armpit and held the same hand for Sam to shake.
“Uh…” Sam shook Billy’s hand. Billy smiled. Sam frowned. ’I’m not being assigned to help Bill? This is so unusual.”
A large, red-bearded man walked up to the Odd Couple. “How’s it going, Billy?” He wore an outfit similar to Billy’s but the clothing was colored red and he had a white t-shirt on underneath his vest. “Oh, hi, Sam!”
“Good afternoon, Officer Burton,” Billy sneered. “Don’t get me wrong, but will you be my Valentine?”
Bill blushed. It looked out of place on a man his size. “You don’t look like Jill to me.”
Billy laughed. “Jill sandwich!”
“What the hell are you two miscreants talking about?” asked Sam.
Bill’s blush got deeper in color. Now his face was the same color as his beard. “Video games,” he said.
“Yah, what Bimmy said,” joked Billy.
“I told you not to call me that, Billy. Jimmy’s quit the force because of you, let me remind you. So you need a new partner.” Bill put on a serious face, and pointed at Sam.
“Don’t look at me!” Sam protested.
“I see you are Wise, Sam. Are you a Gamgee?” Billy wanted to know. “You don’t look it, wearing those clothes.”
“Yah, you’re wearing Eddie Valiant’s clothing!” Bill laughed.
Sam frowned deeply. He was wearing a beige trench coat. His shoes were well polished. His trousers hadn’t been ironed yet but with these two jokers in here, it didn’t matter. “How come I never met you before, Billy?”
“Roger to you, Sam,” said Billy, barely masking his annoyance at the question.
“Oh, I get that one. Roger Rabbit and Eddie,” Sam sighed in relief. “Very old movie at this point. Older than you, Billy.”
Bill suddenly grimaced. “Sorry, guys. IBS! Have to run to the toilet!” And then he was gone.
Sam watches him go. “You and Bill there seem to have pretty good chemistry, Billy. Why can’t you partner with him?”
“No excuses, Sam!” Billy sighed. “‘Bill Burton & Billy Lee?’”
“What about it?” Sam persisted.
“Life isn’t about what looks good on paper, Sam. Bill is nice and all & he somehow picked his outfit today perfectly to coincide with mine… but you heard him! IBS! There’s no way he’d be able to do too many undercover missions along with my specialty while wearing diapers!”
“Thanks for pointing that out, Billy!” Bill had returned already. “I made it this time to the bathroom in case you wanted to ask!”
“I apologize, Bill!” Billy genuinely looked contrite. He held his hand up to his head and rocked back & forth a little.
“Holy shit!” Bill relented. “We’ll talk later! I’ll grab some help!” Bill looked seriously at Sam. “Sit him down somewhere!” Exit Bill… again…
Billy vomited.
The Precinct Meeting with Billy’s POV
By Mara The Sorrowful
Billy Part One 1995 :
This was important. Billy had just gotten himself transferred already. He was new to this precinct and he already lost Jimmy. Jimmy quit the force because he couldn’t take a joke or was a joke or something.
So Billy was reassigned to meet his new partner. Sam. He was looking at every male in the place who fit Sam’s dossier file. He didn’t care what Sam looked like. He just wanted the transition to go smoothly. That’s when he heard Enough’s voice again.
“Who are you?” It had been last heard sometime in his soldier boy days in this lifetime. 1984. Twenty one years ago,
The time had been kind to Billy. It always was, to be honest. He had to remind himself he wasn’t the same man he was back then. He hadn’t aged. His new body was just a few months past its own twenty-first birthday. The man he used to be was gone, fallen in war as he lay in the arms of a scared recruit he’d known mostly as Enough.
He was TUFF. Tough guys like him didn’t age given proper exercise and bodily management. True, Billy was….
Shit…. He was standing here gawking at a ghost from the past and had forgotten the present. Well, he himself was the ghost. It was sighting Enough in the flesh which shocked him. Sam was twice the age he was as before in their last encounter, but clearly the same person.
Billy caught himself before he went into a rant about knowing this one from the past. He played it cool. “What do you mean by that?” he asked.
Even though he knew already how his being dressed like this would be intercepted by someone with Sam’s serious disposition. Billy was dressed in his favorite outfit, the Pink Menace. It showed off his toned physique very well. And it was all pink. He had even wondered how a square like Sam would receive the outfit.
“What I mean,” groused Sam, “is what are you doing in the precinct like that?”
“Billy ‘Lee’ Judiker,” replied BIlly. “I’m in VICE. You must be my new partner. Sam, right?”
That’s when the universe shifted on its axis. Everything came to a screeching halt AGAIN. Billy realized he loved this man. And he wanted to find out how the cards would be dealt this time.
Billy Part Two 1995
Sam didn’t suspect a thing.
Billy watched himself from Sam’s eyes — an old habit from older lives — as he made an absolute ass of himself during introductions. His body was on autopilot. He barely trusted this host body to breathe, let alone carry on a conversation; but this moment mattered.
He needed to know what Sam remembered.
And the only way to find out was to directly investigate the man’s memories.
Before he could shake Sam’s hand, his body scratched its armpit. Great. A not‑so‑subtle signal.
Someone wanted to talk.
Billy slipped back into himself.
The Boss: “I am talking to you.”
Billy: “Yes, boss?”
The Boss never contacted him directly unless something was wrong. Very wrong.
Boss: “I don’t know if you’re speaking in compliance or arrogance. Does he recognize you?”
Billy: “I doubt it. I don’t have the same face or body. I just look like Tuff from hs past. I’m not as tan, not as strong, I’m younger. After twenty‑one years I walk back into this life. I should’ve gone to Chicago.”
Boss: “You picked New York, Judiker. We tracked you down like we always do.”
Billy: “What does the government want this time?”
Boss: “We have an undesirable in our midst. As a man he wears a cape. As a woman he wears nothing. One call girl has died.”
Billy: “One?”
Boss: “She was murdered by three of our own. The fourth man was also a victim.”
Billy: “So two.”
Boss: “The point is not the body count. The point is the method.”
Billy: “Method?”
Boss: “Exaggerated methods.”
Billy: “Sounds very undesirable.”
Boss: “We see you reclaimed the love of your lives.”
Billy’s heart stuttered.
Billy: “Is it the same man?”
Boss: “It was the same woman. Now she is gone. Understood?”
Billy’s stomach dropped.
Billy: “Shady Jane is gone? This is becoming personal.”
Boss: “You are impressive. I don’t see the wires.”
Billy: “What?”
Boss: “I am Burton for now. You don’t seem rattled by our conversation we are having with you and Sam.” A pause. “We are of course having this talk retroactively. Your spirit has some years to live and roam. We will speak again in twenty years…”
Billy jolted. He didn’t speak.
Boss: “Prepare well, Judiker… savor these moments…”
Billy: “Sam!”
Sam: “What, Billy?”
Boss: “End Game is upon us…” The transmission ended with laughter.
Billy blinked. The room snapped back into focus.
Billy: “This is… Tuff.”
Sam: “How do you know that name? You were staring at me for a few minutes.”
Billy looked down. He was sitting on a couch in the breakroom. He didn’t remember walking here.
Billy: “Why am I sitting?”
Sam: “I walked you over and sat you down.”
Billy: “Thanks, Sam.”
Sam studied him, suspicion and concern mixing.
Sam: “Was Tuff your older brother? Your dad?”
Billy tried to stand. His legs buckled. He fell back hard.
Sam: “Billy, what are you on?”
Billy: “Nothing. I just need my diabetes kit. I’m having a tough time here.”
Sam froze.
Sam: “What?”
