Okay so first off I am soooooooo sorry about the ridiculous amount of TIME it took for me to have this up. :( But if you guys read Have Me Met? (my last oneshot) You know why I haven't been updating.
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11:55 pm - Somewhere in the Arctic, Abandoned Log Cabin
Staring at him with wide, shocked eyes, Sam took deep breaths before managing to find her voice. "Wha..." she croaked out before speaking louder and giving him a monster glare. "What did you say?" she snarled. Scam only shrugged as he looked her in the eye. "You heard what I said," he whispered firmly leaving a look of disgust to cross Sam's features as she realized he thought of her as some slut that would jump him any chance she got.
Angry and humiliated, unable to stop herself Sam raised her hand to slap him across the face. Smirking, he caught it with ease and held her wrist in his grip. Squeezing it slightly Scam looked her in the eye and gave her an innocent look. "Oh what's this, hmm?..." he asked as he glanced back at her hand that was twisting in his grip, still aiming to reach his face. His gaze flickered back to her fuming face and he smirked deeply. "Another excuse to touch me?"
Gasping at his words, Sam shot him a hot glare before jerking her hand out of his grip and holding it in her lap as she looked down at the floor in fury. Watching her mutter curses under her breath Scam knew he was getting to her. Shrugging again he spoke in a teasing tone. "Hey no point getting mad," he said leaving her to shoot her head up and give him another glare. Her nostrils flaring Sam spoke through gritted teeth. "No point getting mad?" she screamed while bunching her fists in rage. "You just basically called me a desperate..." she broke off and let out a huff, too embarrassed and angry to say the rest.
Knowing he had hit the mark by the anger on her face and how upset she looked, Scam spoke again. "Well that's the feeling I get when you act like this," he said coolly leaving Sam to cringe as she looked at him in raw disgust. "How does me trying to stay away from him make it look like I want him?" she thought, confused because she was sure any girl who wanted a guy would use any chance she got to throw herself at him. And her? She had gotten plenty of chances to do that.
Over the last months she had gotten a whole lot of opportunities to jump in his arms, to kiss his big mouth shut, to touch him all over. "But I didn't do it," she thought, knowing that was supposed to prove she didn't, that she DID not at all whatsoever want him in any way. But for some reason he didn't get that. No, he didn't see how she gave up every chance to touch him.
"Take today for instance," Sam thought angrily. Just today she had crashed on him on that old couch in Jerry's office. If she had wanted she could have easily dug her body into that muscular exterior of his and gotten away with it. But she hadn't. "And that other time too," Sam thought, glaring at Scam because he dared to think of her as desperate to have him after how well she had proven otherwise just today. "While we had been running after that criminal and had to hide in that dark, cramped place," she frowned remembering how easily she could have kissed him right then and there, his lips had been barely an inch away from hers and she could have easily gotten away with it.
"But again, I didn't do it," her glare grew harder as she looked at the accusing look he was giving her that was branding her as woman that was just dying to get her hands on him. How could he even think she wanted to spend a night with him after all that overwhelming proof that said otherwise? It just didn't make sense. Scam was a smart man, he was more than capable of seeing the obvious signs of disinterest she was showing him.
"Unless he's ignoring them because he's a pig with a royal ego that thinks that every girl wants him just because he thinks he's all that," she thought angrily as she tried to ignore how pretty his eyes looked under the moonlight as he sat there so close to her. Tearing her eyes away from him Sam bit her cheek as she thought incessantly. Was Scam's ego all there was to why he was saying she was into him? After a few moments of thinking Sam nodded her head to herself. Of course. That was it. What else could it be? He was just trying to blame her for his stupid beliefs.
Suddenly freezing Sam found herself squirming in her chair as another thought that she hadn't had before, that could also explain why Scam might have said she wanted him came to her. "Unless he thinks that..." she gulped. "That I'm using the hard to get routine to lure him into...oh god," Sam thought, her face twisting in unease.
Was that honestly what she looked like? Had all her carefulness around him, all her efforts to look like she didn't want him, led him to this sick idea? That she was trying to aggravate him enough to snap and drag her off to bed? Looking at him with her eyes in narrow slits of rage and repulsion, Sam knew just how to get that wrong idea out of his head.
"You're wrong, Scam!" she spat viciously, drawing his gaze back to her. "Am I?" he said and Sam could hear all the mockery in his tone. Wanting him to take her seriously Sam moved and grabbed the collar of his jacket. Looking him right in his eyes, she brought her face close enough so that her nose was practically touching his and then she glared hard. "Listen you..." she spat. "I don't want you and I never, ever will. Got it?" she snapped.
Smirking, Scam raised his hands and took hers, coolly pushing them off his collar. Straightening his jacket out again he ran a hand through his hair before looking at her calmly. And something about his lack of anger and rage at her screaming in his face, the words that should have hurt his ego made Sam squirm. Why wasn't he furious right now?
Seeing all the confusion on her face Scam had to work hard not to let out a chuckle. She just didn't get him did she? Did she really think he'd get mad over that? "I'm known for my hot temper, I'll admit..." he thought, smirking at how almost everyone who knew him knew that fact well. "But why would I get angry when I can just manipulate her words into serving my purpose?" he thought, his smirk growing because he knew he was more of a manipulation kinda guy than an angry one. And if Sam didn't know that yet, then she would now for sure. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked at her with narrowed eyes. "I highlyyyyyyy doubt that Sammie," he said teasingly.
Snarling at his words, Sam was now ready to tackle him to the ground and tear his chocolate-coloured hair out by the roots. And she was about to do that until she realized that if she did, then he'd just say she was looking for excuses to touch him. With that in mind she forced herself to let go of the temptation of ripping out his hair. "Damn him," she thought as she bunched up her fists and looked at him with rage.
Baring her teeth she just watched him standing there look one hundred percent self-assured, as if he was confident that what he had said about her tonight was the utmost, undeniable truth. "It isn't!" she screamed in her head knowing it was not and never would be.
But seeing the smirk on his lips she knew he didn't care what she thought. For him, only HIS thoughts mattered and right now he was dead set on the idea that she wanted to spend the night with him. Growling in frustration Sam knew she needed him to let that disturbing thought go before he went and told someone else about it. She did NOT need Clover to hear about this.
"Well how can I get rid of your doubts then?" she said, knowing she was lost as to how to prove it to him but just had to do it for the sake of her own sanity. Looking at her with his smirk stretching more on his lips, Scam tried not to laugh in her face. Pulling his Samantha's strings was simply way too easy. "Especially for an expert like me," he thought, knowing he got around by preying on people's insecurities, a habit of his that many associated with evil people but he had it despite being good.
Looking at her face he saw all the determination and will on her features and he knew she would do anything to prove him wrong right now. "I have her now," he thought, resisting the urge to kiss her and test her by seeing if she'd respond to it and sticking to his original plan.
All he wanted was for her to get a good night's rest and not freeze to death. And despite how much she had annoyed him tonight he knew he still only wanted just that much. Just to make sure she was okay and nothing more. Keeping his care and concern off his face because Sam had a hard time seeing it anyway, no matter how longingly he looked at her he kept his smirk up and gave her a small shrug. "Simple..." he said before looking her in the eye intently. "Spend the night with me."
Her jaw dropping open Sam curled herself up on the chair and pointed a finger at him shakily. "I am NOT sleeping with you!" she screamed at the top of her lungs leaving the snow balancing on the railings of the stairway and the roof of the small shack to twitter and fall down. Dusting snow off his black boots and shoulders, Scam let out a small chuckle having known that was exactly how Sam was going to take his words. He had already heard her horrified scream in his head before she had even opened her mouth and that was why he had said it in that way. He just loved pushing her buttons and getting her all hot and bothered.
Looking up at her he laughed again when he saw how she had wrapped her arms around her knees and was looking at him viciously as if telling him not to dare to touch her. That frown on her lips and the way her nose was flaring was undeniably adorable.
"She looks like a soaked kitten," he thought, laughing again at how the snow was making her hair wet but he stopped when he realized that she was well on her path of getting sick. Knowing that was just what he was trying to prevent, he looked at her with an innocent face. "Geez Sam, I meant spend the night in the same room," he whispered leaving her to uncurl her body and relax. Seeing her relax he smirked discreetly as he spoke again. "I didn't suggest that you should have se-"
"I get it!" Sam screamed, stopping him from saying the word and leaving him to laugh. Ignoring his laughter Sam blushed hard and deep knowing he was laughing at her for her orthodox ways. But it wasn't like she thought sex was a bad word, she just didn't want him talking about it for obvious reasons. Still blushing because he wouldn't stop chuckling, Sam got up and stomped past him.
Taking the moment he used to catch up to her, Sam took a deep breath then another, as she pushed her heated blush off her face. Feeling her blush finally fade, Sam raised her head and looked into the room she had agreed to spend the night in. And she immediately gulped when her eyes landed on the small bed, barely big enough to be called a single bed.
"Scared?" she heard Scam whisper suddenly in her ear, leaving wisps of her stray curls to play against her cheek and heat up her skin. Biting her lip hard when she thought she felt his lips brush the top of her ear, Sam shook her head. "No...no..." she said before turning around and glaring at him. "What's there to be scared of?" she asked before heading to the bed.
Smirking behind her Scam couldn't help but want to laugh again. Despite her will and fake show of guts he knew she was scared shitless at the thought of sharing a bed with him. He could see how her legs were shaking as she walked after all. Watching her lay down and fake a look of relaxation he shook his head in amusement before he went over to her. And the moment he got on the bed next to her and laid down Sam shot up from the mattress.
Looking at him she glared. "What are you doing on the bed?" she squeaked. Raising an eyebrow, Scam blinked in confusion. "What does it look like Sam? I'm sleeping," he said calmly. Her glare hardening Sam shook her head. "You can't sleep on the bed," she said firmly leaving his eyes to narrow and slowly Scam sat up as well. "Why not?" he asked innocently.
Rolling her eyes at the stupid question Sam looked down and took a deep breath wanting to just slap him right now. But remembering how he had just grabbed her wrist not too long ago and not wanting a repeat of that she thought of another way to force him off this bed. A smirk formed on her lips when she figured out what to say. "Because you said I had to spend the night in the same ROOM as you," she tapped the old mattress and smirked harder as she looked him in the eye. "Not on the same bed."
Watching his eyes widen Sam smirked again knowing Scam, being the smartass that he was hadn't thought of that loophole. But she had because she knew how to deal with men like him. Looking at him with a raised eyebrow she spoke in a demanding tone. "Get off the bed," she said victoriously before crossing her arms over her chest and looking at him expectantly.
Keeping his eyes on her face Scam smiled having liked her attempt at trying to beat him at his own game by twisting his words around. "If only it was so easy though, Sam," he thought, smirking, knowing two could play that game and he hadn't lost yet. He never lost.
Crossing his arms over his chest and looking at her teasingly he shrugged. "Ah, ah, ah Sammie..." he said making her eyes narrow and he chuckled knowing she had expected him to just leave her alone. Something he'd never ever do. When he heard her say his name questioningly he knew she was waiting for an explanation as to why he wasn't well away from her by now. Deciding to help her figure it out he began talking. "I know I said you had to sleep in the same room and not the same bed, Sam..." he let out a fake sigh. "And I still stand by that," he said, giving her a sweet smile despite the lost look she was greeting him with. And he knew she was wondering why he was on the bed as well if he was saying she didn't have to share it with him.
Watching her open her mouth he knew she was going to ask the same question but he cut her off with a small sigh. "Sam, you're more than welcome to leave the bed and sleep on the couch, I won't stop you."
Her eyes widening Sam looked at him in shock. "What?" She said, not having seen those words coming but Scam only shrugged. "I said you don't have to be on the bed with me." Rolling her eyes Sam shot him a glare. Seriously how low could this man go? He was going to sleep on the bed while he made her curl up on a broken, torn-up couch? Just because she wanted to protect her chastity from him?
"Bastard," she thought when she caught him smirking and she knew he thought she was going to shut up and just lay down because the couch looked bad and let him touch her wherever he wanted all night long.
"It's not happening," she thought with a huff before getting off the bed and marching over to the couch. Looking at the patchy, torn sofa, she gulped when she saw the springs sticking out of it and she knew if she did sleep on it she would be in a lot of pain. Hesitating to lay down she looked back at the bed longingly only to see Scam who had rolled over and was watching her with amused eyes as he propped his head up on his elbow.
"Well?..." he said, looking at her expectantly and making her glare at how much of an ass he was. Turning back to the couch she bit her lip before she propped down on it, knowing there was no way out of this. But the moment her back hit the couch she sank right through it and soon she was screaming as she fell into the hole of collapsed springs and padding and sat there with her arms and legs shooting out of the top awkwardly.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Sam screamed, trying to get out of the trap she was in and her face flushed hard when she heard him laughing hard and deep as if she was some kind of clown. "This is so embarrassing," she thought as she twisted her limbs and fought to escape but she was stuck as she realized when her butt stayed firmly in place and she couldn't lift herself out despite all efforts.
Lowering her head in shame and sighing she knew she needed help. And because he was the only one here she knew it was his help she was going to have to ask for. Not wanting to spend the night in this awkward position, Sam swallowed her pride and called out to him to help her out. "Help!" she screamed but he just kept laughing at her.
Feeling her cheeks burn in humiliation, she tried again. "Tim, help me!" she shouted angrily wanting to throw something at him by this point. Laughing hard Scam shook his head feeling his stomach nearly ache from the extend of his chuckles. Looking at how her arms and legs were jutting out while she screamed at him, he felt the urge to take a photo of her like this just to blackmail her later on.
Moving to take out his phone and take a picture he soon decided against it, knowing he'd just piss her off more, something he was already too good at to need any more help. Letting out a small sigh and letting go of his laughter he walked over to her. Peering down at her and seeing her face all red and angry as she remained stuck he smirked. "The couch looks comfy Sam..." he said teasingly. "Much better than the bed, really." Rolling her eyes Sam huffed. "Shut up!" she snarled before speaking in a softer tone as she looked down and pouted. "And get me out of here."
Laughing at her bummed tone Scam decided to help her just because she looked so damn cute with that pout on her lips. Placing his foot on the edge of the couch, he reached down and took her arms, jerking on them. A moment later Sam screamed as she felt her body collide against his thanks to the force of his pull and before she knew it she had fallen forward and had taken him down with her.
Falling on his chest Sam blushed easily feeling his muscles against her as she lay atop him. Looking up she hoped he couldn't see her blush but she blushed harder, this time in embarrassment when she saw how her hair had hit his face and was now hiding him behind it. Raising her hand and pushing her hair away to let him breathe, Sam stopped when she saw him open his eyes and smile up at her.
And for some reason she couldn't take her eyes off his face as he gave her that thankful, sweet smile as he lay there with his hair now slightly scruffy and shirt somewhat disarrayed while he looked up at her as if she was his favourite person in the world.
Noting that Sam wasn't getting off him and was just looking at him unblinkingly, thinking they were making progress, Scam smiled harder and slowly moved his arm letting it drape around her waist. Keeping it there for a moment he smiled again when she didn't yell at him and just lay there above him, looking like she was in some kind of trance.
Encouraged by her silence, knowing better than to question it, he moved again and slowly squeezed the side of her waist. Pausing he waited for her to react in a bad way but when she didn't he kept going and gently traced his hands up her arms, feeling his way up them, taking in their slimness and strength that he knew she got from her missions before stopping at her shoulders where he pressed in with his palms, messaging her tired form. When she said nothing and seemed to be okay with him doing this, he moved again and continued exploring her spy-trained figure.
Bringing his hand to her back he moved it up and touched it in a straight line, running his palm upwards and tracing her spine. Feeling relaxed, Sam's mind shut itself off as her body took in how nice his hands, searing with warmth felt on her snow-cold skin, filling her with warmth and heat which was something she needed really badly right now as she was in the Arctic in the middle of nowhere, freezing in a shack. And unconsciously she leaned closer to him and gently rested her head on his chest while she let out a small moan of relaxation as he kept massaging her.
Tim's eyebrows rose as he felt her snuggling against him on her own for the first time and before he could stop himself he decided to take this up a notch, knowing he just had to take advantage of her mood right now before it faded away. Moving his hand he rubbed her back in a circular motion, carefully working his way up and down her back, tracing her arches and roaming her skin from over her spy suit and smiling as he heard her moan again and again, telling him she was finally enjoying his touch on her skin. Something he had wanted for so long now.
But the second his hand went low and brushed against her butt he felt Sam jerk and gasp. And before he could even blink she was sitting up and glaring down at him angrily. Looking at him with contempt in her eyes Sam fought to keep it up even though she knew, for the first time that it wasn't really him she was mad at right now. No, her anger was actually directed at herself.
"How could I let him touch me like that?" she thought repulsed with herself because she should have gotten off of him immediately after falling. "Why didn't I do that?" she asked, only to have an answer she didn't' like flutter through her brain. Something along the lines of her having wanted the chance to get close to him again.
Quickly blaming Scam because that was what he had said she wanted, and telling herself he was getting into her head and making her have stupid impulses, she glared harder before pushing herself off him and standing up stiffly.
Feeling her pull her body away from him, Scam let out a sigh of frustration as he watched the redhead he craved so much standing there glaring at him, letting him know their little moment was over. Sighing again he looked at her longingly. "And here I had started thinking, maybe we'd be using that bed well tonight after all." Brushing off that thought because it was obvious it wasn't going to happen any time soon, Tim got off the floor and stood up next to Sam.
Flinching when she felt her stomach flutter at Scam's presence close by, Sam moved quickly and walked away knowing she didn't want to be anywhere near him right now after what she had let him get away with tonight. It just wasn't safe for her to be that close to him. Not now or ever.
"You can't let your guard down...he'll hurt you somehow," Clover's words came back to haunt her and Sam told herself they were true. That every, single word was true. She couldn't trust Scam. Not unless she wanted to get hurt. Not unless she wanted to stop trusting herself. Glaring, Sam knew she was already in disbelief over how she'd let him touch her. How he had gotten into her head and made her want, for one crazy moment, had actually made her feel like she wanted him to touch her.
And that was what had made her mind shut itself off and left her to moan at a man's touch, something she had never done before. It had left her to become unlike the strong, logical girl that she always was and forget that he was her enemy and not just a man who had hands that felt like they had the warmth of a summer day's sun trapped within them, that felt like fire and ignited her pale skin, making her want to melt under them.
And she didn't like it. She didn't like having impulses she couldn't control. She didn't like the way he seemed to get to her at times with that smile of his, or his sneaky touches and displays of interest in her. It could never, ever happen again. For her own good, she couldn't let it happen again.
Reminding herself that Scam had manipulated her and humiliated her into sharing a room with him, and now a bed as the couch was broken Sam used that to fuel her anger and hate.
And as she walked over to the small bed she forced herself to question everything nice that she had ever thought about him over the last while. "How could I even think he was kind of cute and sweet?" she wondered remembering how just today she had been somewhat gushing over how he had done kind things in the last while.
"Well tonight and what he's done makes everything crystal clear," she glared as she reached the bed. After the way he had pushed her to share this bed and had called her a whore she knew he was anything but sweet. He was an opportunist and a jerk and that was all he'd ever be to her. That was all he could ever be. Nothing more. Never anything more.
Keeping that thought in mind she laid down on the bed stiffly. When he came and joined her on the bed, before he could settle in or do anything, Sam moved fast and grabbed the tattered blanket at the foot of the bed. Glaring at him because she knew he was going to try to take advantage of her tonight, she wrapped it around herself tightly, making sure to hide as much of her as possible from his gaze. Watching her with sad eyes as she did that, Tim let out a sigh. Who was she building that wall against? Him or herself?
Sighing again he knew it was him she was guarding herself against but he couldn't help but feel that sometimes, just sometimes the things she did, the way she stared at him at random moments, the way she blushed around him and always seemed hyper, made him think it was someone else she was fighting against and not him. And he had a crazy feeling that it was herself she was holding back but for the life of him he couldn't understand why. He was more than available and wanted her more than anything.
"Doesn't she know that by now?" he thought as he watched her with loving eyes but she only looked at him with embers of anger in her beautiful emerald orbs. Sighing again, he shook his head knowing he'd never be able to figure her out and he was too tired to even try to solve the puzzle that she was right now. "I might as well let it go just for now," he told himself, knowing it was the best course of action. The last thing he wanted was to make her angrier than she already was.
"Besides..." he thought, smiling as he looked at her face that he loved so much and couldn't help but be delighted at how close her body was to his right now. "I might as well enjoy the moment," he thought as he slid down and lay next to her.
Seeing her flinch right away and pull the sheets harder to herself as she gulped, he couldn't help but chuckle softly because she seriously looked like a caterpillar in a cocoon right now with that ripped cloth wrapped around her like that as a makeshift shield against him.
And as he watched her desperate attempts at trying to glare while being nervous and afraid he couldn't help but feel like teasing her again. Deciding not to fight against that impulse because he enjoyed harassing her way too much, Scam carefully scooted over on the mattress slowly and kept moving right until the side of his body brushed against hers.
And the moment his thigh touched hers he heard her let out a squeak like a frightened mouse and frantically pull herself away. Laughing silently as he watched her balance her body at the very edge of the mattress to leave as much room as humanely possible between them, Scam smirked before settling his eyes on her scared face, "Night Sammie," he said smugly and Sam glared heatedly before she huffed and threw the edge of the cover over her head and hid behind it completely, leaving him to chuckle in amusement as he watched her shuddering away underneath it while muttering curses under her breath.
Watching the shaky bump next to him stop shuddering a few moments later he knew she thought she was safe in that little spot she had made for herself. That she could keep him out and away from her if she stayed like this and he found himself quickly tempted to prove her wrong.
His eyes darkening as he thought about the girl laying there, he knew he was tempted to rip that blanket off her tempting figure, drag her out, pin her on this bed and show her how much he wanted her right this second.
Tim's eyes growing darker as they ran over her curves that couldn't be hidden by the thin veil draped around her he knew there was nothing she could do if he did decide to act on his impulse and do what he wanted. There was nothing that she could do to stop him right now but...
He knew he wasn't that kind of man. He wasn't the type to do something so underhanded especially not with someone he respected so much. Sighing he told himself that maybe she'd change her mind about him one day and then he'd get to show her how much he loved her. Letting that thought comfort him, feeling hopeful, he just went back to watching her in silence until she was taking even, relaxed breaths and he knew she had dozed off. Wanting to see her face because just watching her made him feel like the happiest man on earth, he carefully reached over and pulled the blanket down a bit, revealing just her face to him.
Tim smiled instantly when he saw her at ease and looking relaxed as she slept. Gently running his fingers through her hair he silently took in her beauty and a moment later he came to the conclusion that she looked like a sleeping angel that had descended from heaven. Watching the light of the moon hit her pale skin from the holes in the patchy rood above them, and seeing how it made her skin glow ethereally he felt temptation gnawing away at him again as she lay there so completely vulnerable and so close to him. So close that he could hear every single of her soft breaths, but he pushed all his feelings down because he didn't want to blemish her purity in any way.
"That's what I love about her most," he thought smiling, knowing it was true. He loved her innocence, her purity, her fear of falling in love and experiencing something that could be as confusing as it was thrilling. And he wasn't going to take that away from her.
Smiling again he kept his eyes on her, knowing he shouldn't but he was unable to actually keep his eyes off her. Moving his hand from her hair he gently stroked her forehead while gently exploring her face. Tracing the side of her cheek with his palm he listened to her let out a contented sigh and he smiled harder as he traced her lips with his thumb carefully taking in the feeling of her soft crevices and knowing he had never touched anything that delicate before. But when she parted her lips and let out a moan of pleasure he pulled his hand back and sighed before sitting up on the bed.
After watching her for another moment he quickly began to get off the bed, knowing that he couldn't sleep here with her. If he lay next to her this closely he wasn't sure he'd be able to control his urges and he didn't want to take that chance. Sure he loved taking risks but not with those things he cared for. And certainly not with the one girl he valued more than his own life. She was just too precious to him for that.
Sliding his body off the bed he ignored the heavy reluctance he felt at separating from her as he stood up and looked down on her for a moment, wanting to make sure she was comfortable and hoping his having left the bed had done that, only to see her shivering a little thanks to the cold around her.
Feeling the desire to just lay next to her again and pull her in his arms to give her his body heat, Scam shook his head before chasing away that want and quickly taking off his black sweater. Knowing the thin blanket wasn't doing much to keep her warm, he leaned down and tucked his sweater around her carefully so she wouldn't wake up. When she held it close the moment it was on her, and snuggled into it he smiled, happy that at least Sam would be sleeping well tonight even though he'd be aching.
Sighing heavily he moved to go sleep on the hard floor because the couch wasn't an option anymore, but he stopped and took another look at her as she slept there in peace. And before he could stop himself he had taken out his phone and taken a picture of her. Smiling at it he knew he had wanted a photo of her forever and he finally had one.
"Not that I need it because she's all I see wherever I look," he admitted to himself, before feeling the pull of temptation mess with his will again and he moved before he acted on his desires and quickly laid down on the stiff, cracked floor.
Shifting around he tried to make himself comfortable , a feat that was hard because he could feel the torn floorboards pressing hard into his bare back, Scam looked up and glanced at Sam to remind himself this was all for her. When he saw her face from where he lay, looking content and happy he smiled and felt all his discomfort fade away. And before he knew it, he had fallen asleep with a smile on his face.
9:15 am - Somewhere in the Arctic, Abandoned Log Cabin
Feeling sunlight warming her face Sam pressed her eyes tighter in her sleep before she realized it was morning. Letting out a yawn she sat up and stretched her body, shaking off sleep from her senses and moving to start another day when she stopped and froze as her eyes fell on the old, log wall in front of her.
Letting out a gasp as her relaxation faded away entirely, Sam remembered where she was and went pale as she realized that despite having tried to stay up to fend against Scam last night because he was going to assault her she had somehow fallen asleep.
Going pale and stiff Sam felt panic rush through her and she glanced down at her body immediately, half expecting to see her clothes gone but only to have her eyes narrow when she saw that they were all safely on her body along with the blanket she had tossed on. ...And there was something else.
Reaching down Sam bit her lip as she lifted the black fabric off her and stared at it, trying to figure out where it had come from before her eyes widened as she realized it belonged to Scam. Confused as to how his sweater had ended up on her body Sam whipped her head to her side to ask him that only to gasp when she found him missing from next to her.
Confused even more as to where he had gone to when he had been so eager to have this bed, Sam began looking around the room, trying to see if he was up already or if he had found something comfier to curl up on for the night instead of this tiny, taunt bed.
But her eyes widened when she finally saw him sleeping on the cracked, broken floor. And instantly she was filled with guilt. Lowering her head Sam bit her lip and remembered how she had been thinking all these terrible thoughts last night. That he'd take advantage of her tonight for sure, that he'd hurt her if he got the chance, that he'd use this overnight mission to...
She sighed and shook her head feeling like a total bitch because she couldn't help it. It was obvious to her by now that she had been completely wrong. "If he had wanted to hurt me and take advantage of me...he could have easily done it last night," she thought, knowing it was true. "But instead..." she sighed, feeling her guilt hitting her like a tonne of bricks. "Instead he slept on the floor just to make sure I would be comfortable."
Biting her lip harder she turned her head and glanced at him again and her guilt grew even more as she saw how he wore an expression of discomfort, and she could see why. The floorboards were practically digging into him and leaving lines across the skin at his back.
Her eyes widening she realized he had had to have noticed that before he laid down. Then why had he done that? Why had he not cared for his own pain and had put her comfort first? "Why?" Sam thought as she couldn't figure out why he had been so good to her. He was supposed to be her enemy. He was supposed to take every chance to hurt her. Why didn't he just stick to that?
Shaking her head at herself Sam knew she was asking herself stupid questions. Scam didn't remember being her enemy and obviously didn't want to hurt her. No matter what she thought. No matter how much her own anxiety told her he wanted to cause her pain. Regardless of what Clover said each and every time the topic of Scam came up. That he was evil and would stop at nothing to cause her misery.
Hugging her knees to her chest Sam felt his sweater act like a barrier against her and the cold and she let out a small sigh wondering if she had been treating him fairly. He hadn't exactly done anything to hurt her ever since he'd lost his memory even if Clover said he would sooner or later. And as she sat there feeling guilty and remorseful at having thought he'd have raped her tonight Sam found herself questioning what she had been doing before. "Maybe you should stop listening to Clover and stop listening to your biases and listen to your heart..." she said to herself as she asked herself if she felt like she was isolated with an evil man who wanted to destroy her as she sat there in this room with Tim Scam.
"No...I don't," she realized with a sigh as she knew she felt perfectly okay. Not just okay, she felt like she was...safe. As if nothing could hurt her despite being with Scam right now. Chewing on her inner cheek Sam also realized that last night, Scam saying all those things to her, saying that she wanted to sleep with him was just his way of making sure she slept indoors where she wouldn't freeze.
"Because he knows how I have this need to prove him wrong and he knows I'd do anything to do that," she sighed feeling more and more like an ungrateful person for having been so blind last night when he'd said those words and she had taken it as something entirely different. Why had she been so wrong and done that? Why was she always so mean to him?
Sighing sadly, feeling like crap she ran her eyes across his form and knew solely by the way he was laying stiff that he'd be aching the moment he woke up. And she found herself trying to think of ways to make him more comfortable. Not really stopping to question herself because she felt way too bad right now for having treated him like some kind of freak that ran on lust, Sam got up and walked over to him. Standing over him she looked down and studied him, trying to figure out what to do to alleviate her guilt, only to notice quickly that he was shivering.
Remembering that they were in a cold and barren place and Scam was now shirtless as he had given it to her to help her sleep better, Sam quickly leaned down and spread the sweater over his chest in an attempt to warm him up. A small gasp left her when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. Snapping his eyes open, Tim looked up to see who was trying to attack him in his sleep only to have his eyes widen in surprise when he saw that it was Sam.
"Sam?" he said softly, releasing her wrist as he sat up and turned to look at her in curiosity. Watching the sweater fall down to his lap Sam blushed and looked away when she heard him speak. "What are you doing?" he asked and Sam got over her blushing at the fact that he was shirtless before her and acting like it was perfectly normal as if she was just meant to see him like this, and sighed knowing he'd want an explanation as to why she, the girl that had been yelling at him and branding him a rapist was suddenly being so nice and caring about him shivering. He was probably questioning her motives like she always questioned his and that thought only made her look down at her feet and feel even worse than she already did.
Watching Sam with careful eyes Tim waited for her to speak but he quickly noticed that she looked upset and was not really looking at him. And it didn't take him long to figure out the reason why that was. It was obvious he had shaken her up, that he had frightened her last night with his words.
Cursing at himself he realized that he should not have done that. No, no matter how badly he had wanted her to be inside and safe and sound, he should not have done it in that way that was making her having trouble meet eyes with him out of fear. He had had no right to be so cruel and to scare her like that.
"I should apologize," he sighed, feeling like a moron because it was very possible he had ruined all his hard work in trying to get Sam to like him with his behaviour last night. He could only hope that wasn't true. Looking at her with sincere eyes a moment later, Tim spoke in a firm whisper. "I'm sorry Sam," he said and slowly Sam looked at him in confusion. "Why is HE saying sorry?" she wondered as she looked at his saddened face and remained lost. It should be her saying sorry right now.
Seeing her looking at him in a confused way, Scam sighed knowing Sam saw him as some kind of jerk and because of that it was obvious she wasn't understanding that he was trying to say sorry to her for having frightened her. Wanting to clarify his motives he spoke again. "I'm sorry for everything I did last night."
Her eyes widening Sam realized soon that he was saying sorry because he thought she was mad at him. "I'm not," Sam thought, knowing the only person she was mad at was herself. How could she be mad at him anyway? What was there to be mad about? Him having protected her against the cold? Him having given her his sweater to keep her warm? Him having let her have the entire bed while he slept on the painful floor?
Biting her lip sadly, Sam shook her head knowing she had to let him know she had noticed his care and concern. If she didn't do even that much, her guilt would eat her alive because she was much too nice of a person to just overlook anything anyone did for her. And Scam had done enough to be thanked for it even if he was her enemy.
Ignoring the part of her that seemed to find it odd to brand Scam as an enemy, the same part of her that felt calm being around him after his act of kindness last night, Sam spoke in a small whisper. "It's okay..." she said awkwardly, responding to his apology before she took a deep breath and said what she really had to. "I know you were just..." she played with her fingers nervously, not looking at him because she was too embarrassed to after not having figured this out sooner. "You were just making sure I would get a good night's rest, that's all."
As soon as she said those words, Tim's eyes widened in shock. Looking at her unblinkingly and replaying her words in his mind over and over again, his jaw parted a little as happiness filled him. Sam...Sam Simpson...She had actually, for once seen his concern and care? She had actually understood him and his motives?
Soon a grin broke out on his face as he couldn't help but feel excited and encouraged. "We're finally making progress," he thought happily, never having felt this happy before. If this kept up then maybe one day soon he could have what he wanted most from her. Her trust and care, room in that big heart of hers, but most of all just her love. Just to have her feel the same way he felt about her. "With deep, honest love..." he smiled as he thought about his genuine feelings for the redhead. "Trust, loyalty, admiration and respect."
Smiling harder and keeping his thoughts to himself because it was too soon to outright tell her his feelings for her because she rarely felt at ease around him, Tim knew he had to keep doing this at a snail's place and slowly work his way into her heart.
Feeling a little agitated because he knew that would take some time, but judging by her words right now, it seemed that maybe all this wait and frustration over making her like him wasn't doomed for failure after all. "Not that I'd ever fail at anything anyway," he thought, smirking as he eyed the redhead that would one day be his because he wouldn't give up until she did. It just wasn't in his nature to lose.
Feeling confident and satisfied at how things had turned out between Sam and him for now he knew it was time to focus on the mission they were here for and get it over with before they ended up with their first unsuccessful mission on their record as partners. Something that would make them look bad together and he could never stand anything making them look like they were not a perfect pair.
"Thank you for understanding Sam," he said, giving her a smile before he grinned, feeling pumped to tackle this villain because he felt like he could defeat anything at this moment after what his dear Sam had said to him. He'd never forget that she was starting to finally trust him. It did mean the world to him after all.
"Now let's go take this villain down!" he said excited as he stood up and stretched his stiff back, rolling back his bare shoulders before putting on his sweater and heading out while missing how Sam blushed and kicked herself for staring at his shirtless form before she nodded her head and followed after him with a small, guilty blush still lingering on her face.
11:20 pm - WOOHP Headquarters, Outside Jerry's Office
It hadn't taken them long to catch the criminal they had gone for once daylight was on their side, Sam realized as she stepped inside Jerry's office with Tim just two hours after having woken up this morning as she saw when she glanced at the clock on the wall.
Having heard the door open and close, Jerry looked up and smiled in happiness, seeing that his two favourite agents had finally returned from their mission. "Ah you're back," he said, leaning back in his chair as his eyes twinkled with joy. "Congratulations on another job well done, Tim, Samantha," he said leaving them to smile in response. Smiling back at them Jerry mentally went over how well these two worked together, something that would have been a rarer than rare thought in his mind before but now was something that was the blatant truth.
And seeing how Sam wasn't looking tense or angry standing by Tim's side today, it made him truly happy to see she was finally starting to get along with him. He wasn't sure why that was because he knew Clover, Sam's best friend whose opinion she held in high regard was still hostile when it came to Scam (something that he knew without question as she had been phoning him and complaining all last night and this morning about him being out of his mind to just let Sam stay with Tim on a mission over night and not sending the S.W.A.T. team to rescue her and bring her back), but whatever her reason was Jerry was just happy that Sam was being professional with Tim and not letting her feelings get the best of her.
It was all he wanted was peace and the chance for him and WOOHP to just enjoy this time they had with the man he saw as his son who was talented and so special, something that had come to an unfortunate end before and had always bothered him even though he hadn't said a word about it to anyone.
Not wanting to dwell on that thought, not wanting to think of the possibility of losing Tim because it already hurt more than anything, Jerry brushed that thought away and smiled joyfully. "I think I'm going to have to recommend you two for the best partners award," he said with a laugh of joy. "You'll win for sure."
A smile lighting up his face at Jerry's words, Scam glanced to his left at Sam and smirked knowing he had always known Sam and him were meant to be together. "Of course we'd win," he said and Sam looked up at him because he'd spoken about her only to find him giving her a small wink and she couldn't help but blush as she realized that what he had just said about winning for being best agents was not really a boast or a statement stemming from his ego.
No, Sc- Tim had said, many, many times that they made a good team. "Like today after we caught that annoying criminal... he said that I made him feel like he was the luckiest agent at WOOHP to have a partner like me," she thought, failing to see the joy that was radiating from her own face as she thought about Tim Scam and his words of praise towards her and their partnership. And she had to admit that Jerry was right.
Guiltily enough, despite what Clover said about working with Scam being a nightmare, Sam had noted that her efficiency rate with Tim was 100%. Nor had she ignored that she got stuck in traps a lot less and didn't come home after missions nearly as exhausted as she once used to because Tim did a lot of the work, being a hardworking, intelligent and strong agent. In fact, dare she say it...going on missions with Tim was almost...
She stopped and broke out of her thoughts when she heard someone clear their throat. And when they spoke she realized it was a girl. Then when she said the word 'whatever' in an annoyed tone, she realized it was Clover responding to what Jerry had said about Tim and her being best spy partners.
And instantly she took a step away from Scam and looked away, down at the floor while mentally berating herself for ever thinking he was good for her partner. "How could I even think like that?" she asked herself, annoyed because she was having an increasingly harder time remembering Scam was her enemy as the days went by. Honestly, how could she even have liked Jerry saying they made good partners?
Chewing on her lip, quickly realizing that she didn't want to answer that question because the answer was to say the least, troubling to her, Sam steered her mind away from Scam and desperately thought of another topic. Realizing that Clover was here in this office despite her having been the only one on a mission, Sam's eyes narrowed in thought wondering why that was. Her attention caught, she looked up only to find that it wasn't just Clover but even Alex, Darren and Blaine were here as well.
Blinking her eyes in curiosity she looked at Jerry for an answer. Seeing all the confusion on her face Jerry smiled. "I was just reminding them..." he said, speaking about her friends. "That the WOOHP picnic is this afternoon at 12:00." His smile grew harder as he continued. "Tim and you made it back just in time and this means that you both can join us as well," he said while feeing joy at the pit of his heart at the fact that after so many years, Tim would be attending one of the biggest gatherings of the family that WOOHP was and standing not to far away Tim was smiling too, but not at the thought of going to WOOHP's picnic.
"I get to spend all afternoon with Sam..." he thought happily knowing WOOHP's annual picnic ran long and never finished early. That meant that he'd be seeing her for the rest of the day as well. Smiling, he looked at her lovingly and feeling his gaze digging into her Sam bit her lip and sighed in distress. She knew all she wanted was to be well away from Tim Scam right now because her thoughts were a complete and total mess. She had just been thinking of him fondly, something that was quickly becoming a habit. Something too dangerous to continue doing and being near him was just going to make it worse.
She let out another sigh though because she knew WOOHP's yearly picnic was mandatory and there was no way out. Sighing again Sam bit her cheek to try and hold back her agitation. "I'll just stay with Clover and Alex all afternoon," she told herself, making a mental note to stay close to them during the picnic so he wouldn't get her alone. "And how knows," she thought, forcing herself to smile. "Maybe with so many agents around since all of WOOHP will be there... maybe Iwon't see him?"
"See you at the picnic, Sam," Scam said suddenly leaving her to jump because she had just been thinking about him. And when she looked up to his face she gulped dryly, easily seeing his intentful smirk as he circled around her before he left to go get ready for the picnic in a half hour.
And when she remembered his words that he'd just said about seeing her at the picnic, Sam caught herself hoping with all her being that he wouldn't.
2:00 pm - Hidden Valley at Irvine, Site of the WOOHP Picnic
"So far so good, no Tim..." Sam said under her breath as she scanned her eyes around the many faces of agents that were there like she had been doing since twelve o'clock trying to see if he was here. But despite it having been two hours he still was no where to be found.
"Ugh this picnic sucks!" Clover said from next to her and Sam listened to her complain but she could see how she had Blaine next to her and Alex had Darren by her side, making it clear that none of her friends were really bored as they had their boyfriends with them regardless.
"But where is Tim?" she wondered, biting her lip and wondering why he wasn't here when the picnic had started so long ago. He really should be here by now. Narrowing her eyes in thought, knowing Scam was never late for anything she began wondering if something had happened to him. "Has it?" she thought, feeling concerned. What else would keep him away from this picnic? What else would keep him away from her-
"What the hell?" she thought with her eyes wide when she finally stopped worrying about Scam long enough to realize just what she had been doing. She had been thinking of Tim Scam. She had been worrying over him like he was to her, the equivalent of what Blaine meant to Clover or Darren meant to Alex. Going slightly pale, Sam bit her lip in worry. "Why am I thinking of him like that?" she asked herself. Letting out a sigh she quickly realized that her thoughts about him were still a mess even if he wasn't staring her in the face. This was bad. Really, really bad.
"I need a drink," Sam quickly said to her friends, moving away and desperately needing a moment alone to think. Taking the short walk to where they were serving up ice water and smoothies, Sam asked for a glass of ice water. Gulping down a sip to ease her mind she spoke to herself. "I need to stop thinking of him," she told herself as she sipped more of the water and tried to calm her mind down, desperately trying to put the name Tim Scam out of it. A name that should never be on it in the first place.
"I mean I should be enjoying him not being around and having fun..." she thought knowing that was what she was supposed to be doing. She let out a small laugh at how dumb she had been being thinking of him when should be relaxing. "That's what I should be doing, having fun, not wondering why he forgot about what he said about seeing me at the picnic right no-"
Catching her mind's drift, Sam let out a heavy groan seeing how her thoughts seemed to be wrapped around why Scam wasn't here instead of anything else. Instead of how she should be thrilled at finally having a moment away from him. Instead of enjoying this time with her friends. Instead of doing everything she should be doing. No her brain was stuck on Tim Scam. Completely and totally stuck on him and she didn't like it one bit. Not one bit.
Raising her glass she drank down more water in a sad attempt to numb her brain so that she would stop thinking about him. Taking the glass down when her teeth were hurting from the cold ice, Sam wiped her mouth and spoke to herself in a decisive, firm tone. "He's not coming." she said to herself honestly. "He's not here and he won't be here at all," she thought before realizing how she was sounding almost sad at that thought. Liking that even less, Sam shook her head to direct her emotions in the right direction. "And it's a GOOD thing that he's not he-"
"Sorry I'm late," she suddenly heard in breathless whisper and her eyes widened in surprise because she recognized that voice too well to ever forget. "No..." she thought shakily as she slowly turned her head over her shoulder to see the speaker and confirm her doubt. And when she did she let out gasp and her glass fell out of her hands almost making a mess of water at her feet but he moved fast and caught it before it fell.
Once the water fell back into the glass with a small splash, Tim Scam smiled and held it out to her. "Here you go," he said charmingly and Sam gulped dryly realizing that he had honoured his promise after all. He was here for her.
Realizing that Sam had been gone for too long, Alex and Clover glanced at each other not being able to help but wonder if Scam had found her again. But knowing that the odds of him finding her at this picnic filled with thousands of agents were low they moved to find her calmly, thinking maybe she had gotten lost or something only to stop short when they saw the tall, muscular form that was standing in front of their best friend. And sure enough they could see that Tim Scam was trying to talk to Sam.
"Not again..." Clover muttered under her breath while silently cursing at Scam as she couldn't figure out how he always managed to find her. Did he have a tracking device in Sam's body? Knowing she couldn't put it past him she glared before telling Blaine to wait as she moved to grab Sam and take her away.
Watching Clover about to charge over and take Sam away from Scam, Alex bit her lip as she remembered what Darren had said not too long ago about letting Scam be because Sam made him happy and kept him calm. Not wanting to follow Clover because she honestly didn't want to be at odds with Darren and didn't feel Sam was in danger, she stopped walking but was left with no choice when the blonde grabbed her arm and dragged her away.
Sighing, Alex followed her while throwing Darren an apologetic look, trying to tell him that she was doing her best to accept his best friend. And when he smiled at her she felt at ease knowing he was seeing her efforts at the least. Turning to Clover, Alex sighed loudly not being able to help but be annoyed because she wanted to show Darren she cared about what he'd said and now she was ruining it.
"Clover can't Sam take care of herself?" she asked only to hear the blonde huff. "Puh-lease, Alex! She needs us. Now stop staring at Darren and help me!" she mumbled and Alex blushed realizing that this was going to happen every time she chose to take Scam's side.
"Which just sucks for me," she sighed but let that thought go because Clover wasn't going to care about that, especially not now when she was bent on dragging Sam away from Tim Scam.
Quickly reaching her best friend Clover quickly grabbed her arm. "Sam, come on let's go," she said as she shot Scam a glare and began leading her away. Watching Sam being pulled away from him again Scam raised an eyebrow at the bossy blonde that was doing this and he smirked before reaching out and grabbing Sam's other wrist. Feeling his hand enclosing around her wrist Sam gulped, not being able to move because his hold was too strong.
And a moment later both Clover and her were left squealing when he used his grip and pulled on her hand hard enough to turn both of them around with one firm tug. Smirking harder when he saw the blonde glaring hatefully Scam felt satisfied, having asserted his control in this situation and having proven to her that she couldn't just yank his Samantha away at will. He wouldn't allow it anymore.
Feeling Sam turning her wrist in his hold and mumbling that she wanted to go talk to some other agents he smiled and looked at her face fondly with loving eyes. "It was nice talking to you Sam," he said, thanking her for the moment she had given him. "Have fun for the rest of the picnic," he said, giving her the farewell he wanted to before she left and ignoring the blonde who was still trying to pull Sam away as he just looked at his Sam and saw her and only her.
And soon he found himself tightening his hold on her arm instead of letting go because he wanted to get his fill of looking at her face before she ran away again. Taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful she was, he quickly noted how pretty she looked in a light blue, pastel coloured sundress with just a hint of make-up not overdone in any way, almost natural letting her own beauty shine through.
And smiling, his eyes never leaving her because they just couldn't, he decided to tell her how perfect she looked to him right now before he ended up expressing his appreciation in a different way that she may not approve of. Tearing his eyes away from her glossed lips, currently set in a line of curiosity he smiled harder as he looked into her eyes and said what he had to. "By the way... you look beautiful."
Sam who had been silently twisting her arm in his grip to aid her friend in getting her away from him, suddenly stopped and blushed as she looked up at him because of what he had just said. And as she looked at him smiling down at her she couldn't help but feel something inside her heart stir as she remembered that he was always complementing her every chance that he got. Always telling her she was special and perfect. This wasn't even the first time he had called her beautiful and...A small, unconscious smile lit up her face as she looked at all the seriousness on his face. He even looked like he honestly meant it.
Breaking out of her trance when Clover touched her shoulder, Sam got back to her senses in time for her to hear the blonde whisper something urgently in her ear. "Quick Sam, now is your chance to make him not like you! Tell him he looks awful!" she hissed and Sam heard Alex muttering an "Oh God" right after that and she knew just why.
Shaking her head Sam knew that while she respected what Clover was trying to do, namely make her hurl an insult at Scam to make him think less of her she knew it would never work. "In fact..." Sam thought, biting her lip. "If I tell him that he'll just laugh in my face," she said to herself knowing that was likely to happen because to be honest, some part of Scam must know that he was really, really handsome.
"Especially, right now..." she found herself admitting as she glanced at Scam and took him in as he stood there dressed in an indigo, short-sleeved dress shirt with a few buttons undone showing off just a teasing hint of his well-built chest while it was tucked into his faded jeans, pressing close to his abdomen revealing how he didn't have even an inch of unneeded fat on him whatsoever and only muscles and chiselled lines that built his tall, strong form, and how his hair, shower-damp was somewhat falling into his beautifully rare eyes as he stood there just smiling at her charmingly. Feeing her face grow a bit hot and butterflies buzz around in her belly Sam let out a small sigh because there was no questioning it. He definitely had to know he was gorgeous.
"Sam!" Clover urged in a loud tone leaving Sam to sigh as she began wondering if Clover would really be having such an easy time pushing Scam away as she was boasting to be able to. "Scam is a hot guy," Sam thought, blushing harder but knowing it was as true as Clover's fixation with good-looking men. That meant that Clover would not be having an easy time getting rid of him at all but...
"It's not her he's into..." Sam sighed remembering that important detail. "It's me," she thought feeling frustrated at that reality because he drove her up a wall but also feeling other things that she knew she shouldn't be feeling at the fact that Scam despite being so handsome and skilled (and she knew many female agents were into him along with his best friend Taylor) only had any interest in her and her alone. Feeling her heart nearly flutter in her chest at that thought Sam realized fast, that she had to get away from his right this moment before she went and had another inappropriate and dangerous thought about the man, the enemy before her.
"Thank you Tim..."she said quickly before turning to leave and drag her friends away before Clover yelled at her for having chickened out at insulting Scam, only to feel his large, muscular hand grab her arm and pull her back against him. When her back hit his chest Sam let out a gasp and looked up at him wondering if he thought her 'thank you' just now had been some kind of invitation, which is really wasn't . And she was about to yell at him to drive that point in only to see him just give her a gentle smile before he spoke in a happy sounding whisper. "You're welcome Sam."
Blinking her eyes Sam realized he hadn't gotten carried away and was just responding to her. Brushing off her paranoia, something that never seemed to fade around him Sam nodded and began to pull away. But at the last moment he tightened his hold on her again and left her gasping as he held her close and whispered in her ear. "How about a photo before you go off with your friends?" he said suddenly leaving her to blink in confusion because she hadn't seen that coming.
"What?" she said, and before she knew it he had wrapped an arm around her shoulders and was holding her right against him and then there was a flash of a blaring camera that hit her eyes. Rubbing them, Sam opened her eyes slowly and blinked to find him holding a copy of the photo out to her. "Something to remember this picnic by," he said while giving her a warm smile.
Staring at the photo and biting her lip Sam knew that a photo of him only meant more trouble, "Especially when he looks this good," she thought, blushing and glaring at herself to chase that thought away but he put the photo in her hand leaving her with no choice but to keep it. "Because if I try to get rid of it," she thought with a sigh. "He'll just find a way to make me take it back," she told herself easily remembering the necklace he had gifted her and how he had made her keep it in the end despite all her efforts to get rid if it.
Tucking the photo in her purse Sam made a mental note to get rid of it later when he wouldn't notice. "Bye Tim," she said, leaving with her friends quickly before he pulled something else on her.
Watching her go, Tim waited till she was a safe distance away before he tucked the photo he had just taken of her in his pocket, close to his heart and began following after her with a smirk on his face knowing that while he had pretended to let her go off with her friends he had no real intention of letting her leave him behind. And he was so busy trailing her that he bumped right into an old man and nearly sent him flying.
"Oh I'm sorry!" he said quickly as he helped the old man and put him back on his feet before he left after Sam again and never once noticed how pale the man he had just collided into had gotten.
And as he watched the 6 foot tall, brown-haired,young, muscular man walk away, Terrance's eyes became wide with shock and confusion. Had that man who had just bumped into him really been...
"Tim...Scam?" he croaked out in horror as he simply stopped breathing in complete and utter disbelief.
What on earth was going on?
K, I think THAT is my evilest cut-off yet! XD MUAHAHAHAHAH-oh wait that's mean. Sowy!
But I think I told you Terrance would be an issue. (He's in a face-mask btw lol) But yea he just SAW Scam at the WOOHP picnic...
ANYWAY! Please review for me! It's been a long, long while soooooooo I'd really like to see what you guys thought of this update. Hope it was worth the wait! :) Sorry about the cliffie! Don't hate me! Please? :P
And I WILL TRY to update sooner, HONEST. :(
Review! :D if you wanna know what's next, or um it may remain a dark mystery...forever. :P