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| Because Sometimes Love Isn't Hearts and Flowers; PG-13, Complete | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Tuesday Feb 14 2006, 10:21 PM (858 Views) | |
| Fanfics Admin 01 | Tuesday Feb 14 2006, 10:21 PM Post #1 |
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Note: I don’t own Days or the character. If I did, I’d be independently wealthy—which I’m not, so suing me won’t do any good. J Also, this fic takes place in the ‘Fragile’ universe building off where ‘Cold Hands, Warm Hearts’ left off. It is my Valentine’s day response and if you didn’t read the other fics, just know that Sami and Lucas are living together as friends and Jack and Jenn are a couple. I think it is a one shot, but if pressured to do so I’d write a few more chapters covering the entire Valentine’s Day night. At the time it seemed like a good idea. With all the sleepovers Will and Abby were having lately, Jenn was fast becoming one of her closest friends, and so when Jenn let it slip that she and Jack were attending the Sweet Hearts Ball too, Sami thought why not go together? Wide eyed, she watched Lucas fetch two more Mountain Dews from the fridge, tossing one can effortlessly to Jack who was sitting on the Lazy Boy, and messily opening another can for himself as he squished in between her and Jenn on the couch. What an unbelievable jackass, Sami thought as she shook her head in disgust. Why not, indeed! Long ago, she had lost the ability to ignore the constant barrage of stupidity coming out of her roommate’s mouth, since she simply could not believe what she was hearing. “You know Valentine’s is a completely made up holiday. It’s just another way for corporate America to cash in on our desperate need to impress women…and to use poor Saint Valentine to do it…it’s scandalous if you ask me, sacrilegious even, like the poor guy ever got laid…Not… that I’m saying that people should have sex on Valentine’s day, quite the contrary. No, no, no, really when you think about it…it would be Wrong to have sex on Valentine’s day because it’s all a bunch of peer pressure when you get down to it…what with all the forced romance and ‘everybody’s doing it’ mentality. It’s sick in my opinion! Truly sick, how the corrupt morals of our society are being shoved down our throats in the disguise of hearts and flowers and ‘be mine’ candies, when it’s just another excuse to hump like bunnies--“ “— Enough already Lucas! Would you just give it up! I’m going to the dance with Brandon and that’s Final. End of story. No more complaints and no more little humping bunnies from you. Got it! Capiesh? Comprende? You’re inane rambling is not going to change a thing, so just accept it and move on because nooobody is listening to you anyway.” “Jeez bite my head off, why don’t you? I was just trying to have a polite conversation with JACK about the declining status of American morals.” “Like hell! You’re trying to drive me insane. And guess what, it’s working!” Unable to sit next to Lucas anymore without throttling him, Sami bolted to her feet and started pacing back and forth next to the door grumbling to herself that Brandon better get here. For their part, Jack and Jenn wore equally shocked and amused expressions as they watched Lucas watching her pace in her strapless, form hugging, stop sign red gown. Later when they were alone and chortling together, Jenn would confess to Jack that it was a lot like watching a train wreck in slow motion, only highly entertaining instead of tragic, the way Lucas starred after Sami in jealous desire and the way she gazed back in murderous rage. It was perfectly obvious to everyone else in the room that they were silently taunting and challenging each other. And if there was one thing that Lucas could never pass up, it was a dare. “Well at least change that outfit! My God Sami, it’s indecent! Doesn’t she look like a French whore in that thing?” He innocently queried to Jack and Jenn as they looked at him in open mouthed and wisely silent amazement. That was it. Sami couldn’t take it anymore as she stomped her way over to him. Guest or no guests she was going to put him in his place. “Lucas, I’m a grown woman and I can wear what I want. I can go where I want, and with who I want. If I felt like it, I’d go out buck-naked and there’s not a damn thing you could do to stop me. You are not my keeper. You are not my mother. And you sure aren’t my fashion designer. So shut up and stay out of my business.” Standing up in a matching fury of his own, Lucas addressed her with all the regality of Napoleon, “As the father of your son, I think I have the right-- “--No you don’t. Listen up little Miss Manners, I’m only going to say this one more time, so I’ll try and talk real slow and enunciate clearly so that even your tiny brain cells can process the message…BACK OFF OR DIE!!” Sami pushed Lucas so hard that he toppled right over the back of the couch instead of down upon it. She wasn’t going to wait for Brandon anymore. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to take anymore of Lucas’s abuse, so she stormed out of the apartment without a backwards glance. Not the least bit caring if Lucas cracked his head open in the fall or twisted his ankle. He could suffer in abject misery for all she cared. In fact he could suffer for all eternity. These vengeful thoughts firmly in place she made her grand exit, entirely forgetting that she wasn’t suppose to leave alone. As Lucas sheepishly pulled himself up off the floor, rubbing the back of his head, Jack turned to Jenn in the stunned aftermath. “We were never that bad, were we?” He asked good naturedly raising his right eyebrow. Jenn just shook her head and half smiled, half grimaced making her way over to her disgruntled brother, “Oh I hope not, Jack, I hope not.” Maybe it was the bump on his head that was making him feel so queasy and disorientated, Lucas thought as he spied on Sami from behind the corner leading to the Tuscany 's kitchen. It certainly couldn't be the fact that he'd just made the worst mistake of his life when he'd deliberately picked a fight with her hours ago, or that she looked drop dead gorgeous and brazenly sensual as she traced tiny patterns with her finger across Brandon's open palm, her lazy smile full of unmasked desire. No, his roommate's actions most assuredly did not factor into the sudden dropping of his blood, or the lurching in the pit of his stomach, or the rising weakness sweeping up his spine. But whatever the reason was, he honestly felt, as he watched her, like he was going to pass out, at the very least. Why did he let his sister talk him into this? "Lucas, Ok now's your chance. Brandon 's headed for the bar. Me and Jack will go distract him while you apologize to Sami." A splash of blue glanced quickly at Lucas, as Jenn focused most of her attention on Brandon 's easy slide through the crowd. "Jack and I." At Jack's interruption, Jenn's glance turned into a full-fledged glare directed solely at her husband, her light eyes darkening into the color of her midnight blue evening gown. "She means Jack and I--it's the proper grammar." Jack stuttered trying to sound helpful instead of snobby and failing as miserably as his diamond studded, crisp tuxedo. "Yah, like I said, Me and Jack will take care of everything, all you have to do is beg and grovel. Got it?" "Yah, Yah I got it." Lucas said, not really looking at his sister, more than a little uncomfortable being the topic of her intense interest. After being purposefully stared at for almost a minute, he even found himself wishing that Jack would say something stupid. Thankfully, just before he was about to squirm or turn and bolt out of the restaurant, Jenn decided that enough was enough. "Come on Jack." Too bad her husband didn't. "Hold on a second Jen. Your brother doesn't look so good. You're not going to throw up are you? Because you look a little peaked. Do you want a Tums or something? I think I have some Pepto Bismol in the car." Lucas wanted to die. He took back his previous, moronic wish and instead made a new one that the floor would open up and swallow him whole, or better yet eat up Jack and Jenn along with all their horrible, terrible ideas, or best of all take down Sami and her Boytoy--so he wouldn't have to see them together or say he was sorry when a big part of him wasn't. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Jack, we don't be hav'n the time for this. Quit babying him already! He's a big lad, he can take care of hisself. Right Lucas?" Inspite of himself, Lucas smiled at Jenn's Irish brogue. It was pretty funny how she slipped into it every now and then, especially when she was angry. If he were Jack, he'd probably aggravate her on a regular basis just to hear it. But he wasn't, he was Lucas and more importantly, a trained soldier and he knew an order when he heard one so he responded as any true soldier would. "Right." "And you're not sick Right?" "Right." He clipped out again thinking to himself that real men don't get sick in the face of danger or before a big mission, and by God, he was a real man. "Good, now march over there, get down on your knees, and plead for mercy! Cry like a baby if you have to. But what ever you do, for God's sake, don't puke on her!" It was all Lucas could do to refrain from screaming, "Yes Ma'm" as he watched Jenn grab Jack by the lapels and propel him through the crowd. And he was fine. Hell he was a great heaving temple of testosterone, until his gaze swept back to Sami and the butterflies in his stomach erupted into a thousand flapping little wings. The last thing he heard before he had to make a mad dash for the bathroom was Jen asking Jack why on earth would he carry Pepto Bismol around in the car. “If I told you I was a perfect idiot and that I’m incredibly sorry, would you forgive me?” Sami felt a pair of strong hands resting against her shoulders and despite herself her heart sped up at the sound of his voice. “I don’t think so.” At her denial, he removed his warm hands and moved to face her taking in the ridged posture of her back and the way her eyes looked past him. Purposefully, he leaned over the table and plucked a rose from the centerpiece, twirling it around and around in his hands as if he was trying to come to a decision. Then, he lowered himself down on one knee and extended the rose towards her. “What if I brought you presents? And sank to my knees and gazed up at you in imploring adoration and said that you are the light of my life and that you look beautiful, no you look spectacular, in that dress and I was a jealous stupid fool, would you forgive me then?” She could no longer resist his sincere voice or the resulting impulse to look at him. And so she met his soulful brown eyes with her cold blues and smashed down the warm feelings of humor that filled her as she took in his earnest, suit clad groveling form. “Nope, still doesn’t cut it. It’s going to take more than a flower and a pretty speech.” “What about some Tic-Tacs, a flower, and a pretty speech?” Lucas reached into his pants pocket and produced a half-empty container of green breath mints, flashing his best smile, offering them to her as well. Sami almost laughed. She couldn’t help it, he really was cute in a pathetic way and it wasn’t everyday that Lucas Roberts got down on his knees to apologize. But somehow, she got control of herself and only let a half-smile slip past. She had to think of something fast to thwart his efforts or she would crumble and let him off much too easily. “Tell me Brandon ’s the better man and I’ll think about it.” Ha, she could tell by the sick expression on his face that she had hit a nerve. There was no way now, that he was going to get her to forgive him. Totally in control, she leaned back in her chair and waited for the explosion. She didn’t have to wait long, but his reaction was far from expected. “SAMI, PLEEEASSSE FORGIVE ME! I’M SOOOO SORRY. CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME? I WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK UPON. I LOVE THE FEET THAT WALK UPON THE GROUND I WORSHIP. LET ME KISS THEM AS I BEG FOR MERCY. PLEEEASSSE FORGIVE MEEE!” He screamed, clutching her legs to his chest sounding for all the world like a mad man. The ballroom came to a dead halt. The band quit playing. The dancers quit dancing. Food and drinks were put down, as the entire focus of every individual in the room centered on them. “Lucas stop it. Stop it; you’re making a scene. Let go of my feet already, you’re getting slobber all over my new pumps.” “HOW CAN YOU BE SO CRUEL, SO UNFEELING TO SUCH A TRUE HEART? WILL YOU NOT BE SATISFIED WITH MY APOLOGY? IF NOT FOR ME, FOR THE SAKE OF OUR SON! WHO IS AT THIS MOMENT MAKING A VALENTINE’S DAY CARD FOR BOTH HIS MOTHER AND FATHER. MY DEAREST LOVE, MY SWEETEST SQUISHY LIPS, HOW DO I TELL HIM THAT YOU HATE ME NOW, THAT HE WILL NEVER SEE HIS PARENTS BLISSFULLY EMBRACED AGAIN! OH THE HORROR OF IT ALL.” Sami was blushing from head to toe, as she stood up trying to leave but unable to since Lucas was still attached to her legs practically laying on the floor. She felt the burning hot gaze of the crowd surrounding her and his wet mock tears against her calves as something primal inside broke, as her rage got the better of her. “LUCAS GET OFF THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW AND STOP YOU”RE BLUBBERING BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE HEAD!” Lucas, the bastard, just continued to howl as the entire room booed at her. Looking at their shocked and condemning faces, Sami was at a loss. How could they not see through him? How could they feel sorry for Him, she thought, the panic clear upon her face. Frantically, Sami leaned down to push at his hands trying to free herself. This gave Lucas the opportunity to scoot back up on his knees and change his grip to encircle her waist. She drew in a sharp breath of shock and rage as he gave her a quick smile and wink before turning his face into a mask of sorrow, hot tears trailing down his cheeks as he turned towards the crowd. ” SEE HOW SHE ABUSES ME-- SCOFFS AT MY LOVE, AT THE PAIN SHE CAUSES WITH HER CALLOUS REBUCKS, YET STILL I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT HER! I’D RATHER KILL MYSELF WITH THIS KNIFE AND BE DONE WITH IT NOW THAN FACE A LIFE WITHOUT HER. PLEASE, SAMMMI, OH DARLING ONE, PLEASE BE MERCIFUL. OH THE HUMANITY.” His melodramatic speech rang out, as he blindly reached onto the table to grab a knife with one hand, his other hand still firmly clasped around Sami. At this new sight—Lucas his hair wild, his suit askew, his expression a crazy farce—Sami’s anger crashed in a flaming death. He was a crazy fool, she thought, but God help her, he was her crazy fool. “Fine. You win. I FORGIVE YOU. Now put that butter knife down, get off the floor, and be quiet!” His smile was pure sunshine, “You really mean it?” “Yes, I really mean it.” She deadpanned. “You don’t sound like you mean it.” “I MEAN IT! See me, here, forgiving you, meaning it. Now get off the floor!” “Well…if you mean it then you’ll dance with me.” “LUCAS!” She stared at him like he was a creature from another planet. She simply could not believe the gall of the man. “PLEEASSE, PLEA—“ He started to bellow, but Sami quickly covered his mouth with her hands and capitulated. “Fine. Whatever you want. Anything to shut you up.” “Ok.” And just like that he was all smiles, dusting himself up off the floor like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Gracefully, he took her in his arms as the crowd cheered and band started to play. “I believe they’re playing our song, Miss Brady.” He wickedly purred before whisking her out onto the dance floor. |
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