In an alternative timeline - Dexter

In this alternative world, Samuel was still a part of Umbrella, TriCell had been made by someone else whom Samuel hated with a vigorous anger. He stepped into the lab with a couple of files in his hand as he approached his colleague. "Here is some more cases for you to look into," he said quite dryly, before his harsh facade softened up in a smile. "I looked into them for you. Most of it is easy work, so I dont doubt that you'll get through them easily," he then said as he slid the files on the desk. He crossed his arms as he sat down on the table and looked at his colleague. "Whatcha doing?" he asked as he pinched his eyes in cursiousity.

Dexter sighed letting a hand go through his hair as he looked at the files in front of him. As Samuel entered his face lit up somewhat, and rolled his eyes as he handed him some more files. Samuel had been with the company forever, and Dexter felt like he had gained a real friend, although they did have their dissagreements. ”I’m looking at this old file, something about a hybrid running wild – It sparked my interest, as the pictures are quite gory. Wanna look?” he asked with a peppy smile and handed the file case to Samuel. Inside he would find multiple colored photos of people ripped up and blood smeared across the walls. ”Let’s just say that a blood demon, mixed with a rogue werewolf isn’t a great idea, if left out of control,” he said with a soft laugh. ”But what are you doing here? Not running small tasks for Ms. Van Alen, right?” he said lifting an eyebrow. He never refered to Rayna as his mother on the work place.

Dexter nodded at his comment, but didn’t know how he should understand that phrase. Maybe he should ask, but then the conversation continued as always. He placed the file and adjusted it to his neat stack. ”So you are being lazy? Not doing anything or how should I understand your phrasing?” Dexter asked a bit confused as he took another case file and opened it. He could read the file and keep a casual conversation on the side with ease, but most people found it rude. Not around here though, it was about using your abilities to the company’s advantage. Samuel’s interest in his business after work made him look up from his papers. ”I was thinking of staying here after hours. Ms. Van Alen hasn’t asked me, but I’m sure efficientcy is preferred with these files,” he said as he nodded carefully. This was about the time when he should ask what Samuel had of plans, but his eye got distracted by something in the file and he read on. ”Maybe I’ll order some take out, I’m feeling like chinese might be the go to option, but then I would also have to consider the potential mess it would make – oh, I’m rambling. Sidetracked. Distracted. I’m sorry – what are your plans?” he said rather quickly as it was a string of many thoughts running from his lips.

"Lazy? My dear Dexter, what are you accusing me off?" he asked with a calm smile as he shook his head and crossed his arms, though he wasnt really insulted by the angel's words. He knew that Dexter was a bit of a work-a-holic so he didnt mind that the man was reading as they had their conversation. He listened to Dexter's answer and narrowed his eyes as the angel said he thought of overworking. That angel was really just all work and no fun, wasnt he? Maybe Samuel could change that, it seemed like a worthy challenge, that had a chance of being somewhat rewarding.
As Dexter seemed to get sidetracked, Samuel just sat and listened intently, the rambling he didnt mind at all. It was how he could get a few thoughts out of the angel without even having to ask. Well, Dexter's night seemed clear as day, and as he finally asked Samuel of his night, Samuel puckered his lips shortly as he thought about it, "Hmmm. A drink sounds nice," he said like he was only now thinking of what to do. "Hang out at a bar, find a poor unfortunate soul to torment, and have some fun with that," he then said and shrugged. This Samuel was nothing like the one from the actual timeline, well as he hadnt formed his own firm, he didnt really have anyone to beat up for good reason. But the need for it was there in him, and he had to fill it out somehow. And he wasnt as cold as the real Samuel, there hadnt been a need to as long as he stayed at Umbrella. Samuel here was still a closed off person but a bit more loose in the way he behaved.
He looked at Dexter and lifted his chin as he looked into the dark eyes of the angel, "How about you take the night off and join me? We can make a bet. If I take you out and fail in entertaining you, I'll work overtime for the next week... If I win. Well, we'll see if I win," he then suggested with a small smirk on the corner of his mouth.