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Take Me Out to the Ball Park; PG-13, Complete
Topic Started: Wednesday Feb 15 2006, 01:58 AM (712 Views)
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Sweat trickling down his forehead, Lucas silently cursed the blistering sun as he blandly ran through his good luck routine. Cap backwards, check. Nike's tied, check. Glove tight, check. Spit, double check. Feverishly he waited for the next batter to emerge on the field. All they needed was one more out and his dearest wish would be granted-he'd be home in the blessed air conditioning. Fingering the ball, Lucas impatiently called out from the mound, "Are you ready, yet? It's a little hot out here."

The object of his annoyance was stretching out her long arms, bat balanced behind her back. Sighing, she ambled towards the plate tucking her long blonde hair into her helmet. "You should get use to the heat now Lucas, that way in the after-life it won't come as such a shock."

"Ha, ha Sami. Let's see whose laughing when I strike you out and Titan wins the game."

"Let's see whose laughing when I slam the ball down your throat."

"Will you just play already before I die of heat stroke! How in the world the two of you had a child together is beyond me," Phillip grumbled from under the catcher's heavy garb.

From the sidelines, Nancy and a very reluctant Chloe shouted out cheers (actually, Nancy bounced up and down jubilantly screaming while Chloe mumbled to the ground). "Two more runs and Titan's done. Two more runs and the Surgeons' won. Go Surgeons, cut 'em down to size! Yay Sami! Give em' a surprise! Gooooo Team!"

If it wasn't so pathetic it might be amusing, Sami thought as she stared at the display. What a stupid name for

the stupid hospital baseball team that stupid Nurse Brenda volunteered her to play on-'the Salem Surgeons', how

lame. She should be at the annual Brady-Horton fourth of July grill-out right now; instead of facing the bottom of

the ninth with two outs and a man on first and third. Even Brandon weaseled out of playing, claiming a pulled groin muscle. It just wasn't fair! As far as she was concerned it was all that snot nosed Lucas's fault. The little bastard, up there on the pitcher's mound, shirtless and postulating his chiseled pecks-- he probably thought he was King of the World or something! Who does he think he's kidding? Well, she'd take Mr. Hot-Stuff down a peg or two! Like Hell was he winning this game! Tapping the plate with her bat, Sami sneered, "Bring it on already!"

Smiling meanly, Lucas fired the ball with everything he had left. It whizzed past the plate before Sami even had the time to blink. "Strike one!" called the umpire. Immediately her team captain leapt to his feet and charged out of the dugout.

"Are you blind or just plain thick! What kind of Umpire are you? That ball was so outside I could of hit it from the bleachers!" screamed Craig, his face red with rage and sweat.

"The ball was fair! The only one 'outside' will be you if you don't change your tone."

"Is that a threat, Officer Carver?"

"No it's a fact, now get back in the pit you crawled out of before I throw you out of the game!" Abe voice becamedangerously low as he cut the last of the personal space between them.

Sami smiled kindly at both her Uncle Abe and Craig. "Hey it's just a game you two, for charity remember? Besides Craig, the ball's going out of the park, next pitch, I swear! Look at Lucas, his arms about to turn into rubber! Piece of Cake…a home-run, I promise!"

"Who do you think you are? Sami Sosa? I'm striking you out baby, there's no way your hitting a homer!" Lucas turned his head and shouted to the outfielders, "Hey guys, you better be ready. Salsa here thinks she's hitting a zinger! Oh wait…first she has to swing at the ball!"

"If you like, I could take a swing at yours?" arching her left eyebrow, Sami sweetly answered.

Before Lucas could retort, Abe swept the plate clean and ordered that the game continue. Sami was determined not to let Lucas get the better of her this time. Completely focused she ignored his glare of death and centered on the ball, reading the exact moment he released it, watching as it came closer and closer until…CRACK!

"Sweet Mother of…" Abe trailed off as he helplessly looked on in horror. Sami had hit the hardest most perfect line-drive he had ever seen in his life, right into Lucas's shin! "Time out! Time out!"

"AGHHHHHHHH! My Leg, Oh shit! Oh Man! Agh…" Withering on the ground, Lucas screamed in pain as Craig and nearly every other medical personal raced to his side. Sami breathless at third base finally noticed that something was wrong and quickly made her way towards him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, really." She pleaded to Craig.

"Shouldn't you be apologizing to me Sami?" Lucas gritted out as Craig took a hold of his leg.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" Gently, Craig tried to push Lucas's shin back. Sami winced as Lucas let out a

tortured scream. "Don't be such a big baby Lucas, I'm sure it's just sprained." She admonished guilty as Craig and his patient looked at her like she was crazy.

"More than likely, it's broken. We're going to have to get you to the hospital. Here let's see if you can stand with support. Sami you take one arm and I'll take the other." Ordered Craig as they lifted Lucas. "Do you want me to call an ambulance? Or would you rather have someone drive you? You're wife perhaps?"

"I'd rather not go in an ambulance, but Nicole is at her mother's. Mom's in a meeting and Phillip is needed in the game. Since I can't play, he's the only pitcher…" Disheartened, Lucas trailed off.

"I'll take you. It's my fault your hurt so I should take you. I mean if it's alright."

"What so you can finish the job, when I can't fight back. I don't think so!"

"Lucas, come on. I'm sorry, already. It's not like I did it on purpose. I was just trying to win the game."

Lucas was about to tell her where to shove her apology when it dawned on him that she had actually said the words 'I'm sorry' to him! Motioning for Sami and Craig to quit walking, Lucas looked up to heaven and shouted. "It's a Miracle! Hell has frozen over! The ice queen has finally admitted that she was wrong! That she has wronged me, Lucas Roberts, that she is Sorry to have hurt me, Lucas Roberts! Is it indeed the end of the world? Or will wonders never cease!"

Dropping Lucas's arm and causing him to flail hopelessly against Craig, Sami stalked away. Lucas and Craig almost tumbled to the ground until finally Lexi righted them both. Lucas was laughing hysterically as he yelled out for Sami to stop.

"Get your cute little ass back here Sosa! You owe me big-time and you're taking me to the hospital or I'm calling my lawyers!"

Rigid with anger, Sami halted. She was just about to blast him with her rage and tell him it wasn't her fault at all; it was his own slow, geriatric fault and he could shove it! But of course Nurse Brenda choose that very moment to interrupt. "Go on Sami, show some class, if you have any, and help him."

"Fine! I'll take you to the hospital Lucas!" Grumbling, Sami returned and slung his arm over her shoulder. "I've got him, Lexi. This way Craig."

"Gentle there Sami. I'm wounded remember." Even though his leg was killing him, Lucas couldn't help but find the whole situation humorous. For once, Sami had to be civil to him or look like a fool! This could prove to be a whole lot of fun!

Feeling pleasantly lightheaded and hearted, Lucas hobbled his way out into the corridor. A bright blue cast, extending from heel to upper thigh, hindered the movement of his left leg. Guess I won't be marching in any parades, he mused good naturedly to himself as he popped another pain pill into his mouth. Luckily, depending on how one looked at it, he was use to crutches by now. In fact, he lost count of how many times he had injured his legs. Although, with all the pain killers presently running through his system, he was quickly losing track of how many legs he had. So perhaps the point was mute. Furrowing up his brow and smiling goofily, Lucas continued to think himself into circles contemplating his lack of mathematical skills and useable legs while Sami watched from the hospital lobby in consternation. Flinging down the Parenting magazine she had been reading, Sami stood up, hands on her hips and faced Lucas.

"You let them give you drugs, didn't you?" she accused, becoming even angrier as he saluted her.

"That's an affirmative, sergeant!"

"Lucas how could you? You know you can't handle pain pills. Jeezes, your loonier on them than you are when you’re drunk. What did you take?"

"Vicodin. M'am!" He shouted in best military style, as he clicked his crutches against his heels and looked stoutly forward, chin high. "Not only is a pain reliever, but it's used to treat depression. Would you care for a mood enhancer? It looks like you might need one, M'am!"

"Oh My God! You can barely take one Tylenol with Codeine and they gave you Vicadin! Give them to me, right now!" Jubilantly, Lucas handed Sami one pill and smiled while her scowl deepened.

"I want that whole bottle, give it to me!"

"Sorry M' ma, I can not comply with that request. Medical gave me strict instruction to take one every 4 to 6 hours, for pain M'ma…I'm in great pain. The flying missal which struck me at approximately 12 hundred hours, under enemy fire, left me with a severe fracture. I believe it is procedure that I follow the orders of medical, in such a situation…as you know M'am!"

"Lucas, stop playing games and give me those pills!"

"Permission to speak freely, M'ma!" Lucas looked resolutely at Sami while she silently held her hand out for his prescription bottle.

"Drop the GI Joe bull, and just give me the bottle already!" Sami commanded.

"Permission to speak freely, M'ma!" Lucas stoutly repeated.

From past experience Sami knew better than to try to reason with him in his current condition and so after sighing and shaking her head in hands asking God yet again, 'Why me', she decided to play along with his little game.

"Permission granted, private. Now give me that Vicodin and that's an order!"

"Not for the bloody world! Chill, Sosa. It's Vicodin, not Viagra!" And just like that Lucas shed the military persona and plopped unceremoniously into the chair she had vacated. Before she even had a chance to retort, he whisked his hand out and grabbed the hem of her shirt pulling her onto his lap. Astonished, Sami could only stare at him as he circled her waist with his arms and nuzzled her cheek with the side of his face.

"Thank you for waiting for me. I thought for sure you'd ditch me once we got here, but you didn't. You waited all this time, just to make sure I was OK."

"I waited because I'm your ride home, Lucas. Remember you threatened to sue me if I didn't give you a ride."

"We both know, I'd never do that. The only reason you gave me a ride was to save face with your co-workers.

But staying…that's a different story. I could of taken a taxi home. Admit it, You care!"

"That's ridiculous, I despise you! Now, let me go." Sami started to squirm a little on his lap, but Lucas only held her tighter.

You smell so good Sami. It's strange, but I think that's what I miss most about you. I wish you were still living at the mansion. Every time I'd walk into a room, I'd know if you'd been there or not, just by the scent. It's heavenly, Sami, really. Spring rain." He was tracing his fingers along the side of her face now, picking up a stand of her hair and kissing it.

"It's called Irish Spring, You Dolt. It's bar soap, you can buy some at the grocery store, if you like it so much. Now Let Me Go!"

"Kiss me and I'll let you go."

"Lucas so help me, I'm going to kick you, if you don't let me go!"

"Haven't you injured me enough for one day? Come on Sami, one little kiss to make it all better and then I'll let you take me home, like a good little soldier." As his lips inched closer and closer to hers, he gave her 'The Look'. She hadn't seen it since he'd found out Will was his son. His eyes glowed soft and pleading, as sad as a crying child. She was a sucker for it and he knew it, the crazy fool. Never before could she say 'No' to 'The Look'.

But that was then and this is now, Sami thought ruefully. Lucas was no longer her best friend, her confidant in crime. Why should she care if she hurt his feelings or crushed his pride? He stole her son from her. He set her up for Franco's murder. She swore his sole joy in life was to make her miserable, what with every other word out of his mouth an insult or a lie. Kiss him? She'd rather kiss a toad or worse yet, Nurse Brenda.

"No." Instead of screaming, Sami pinched his arm as hard as she could to drive home her words.

"Ow! That wasn't very nice or necessary. You little bully." Lucas winced and rubbed his arms as Sami quickly stood up. "All you had to do was say 'no'. Do you get some perverse pleasure out of hurting me?"

"Yes Lucas, I do. You found out my secret. But guess what, you deserve every bit of pain I dish out and then some. You sicken me. Go call yourself a cab, because I'm going home alone."

Just as Sami was about to storm off, Lucas's eyes rolled up and his head flung backwards. He suddenly became very, very still.

"Stop playing around Lucas, I'm not falling for it." After pinching him again, for good measure, Sami started to walk away. She got as far as the elevator before she turned back; he still wasn't moving. Sighing, she returned.

You would think that in a hospital someone would notice an unconscious man, she thought to herself as she stared down at him. Gently, she slapped the sides of his face. Growing more concerned by the minute with his lack of response, she started to shake him, more than a little worried that he was having some kind of allergic reaction.

"Come on, Lucas, I know your faking. Wake up, already."

In a flash, Lucas snaked out his arm and pulled her to his chest. "That's what I like best about you. You know me so well." He whispered right before he lightly brushed his lips against hers. It was the barest of touches, fleeting and gentle, and he released her the moment it ended. Immobile with surprise, Sami continued to lay against him, her chest heaving, her eyes fixed on his mouth.

"You can take me home now, sergeant." Lucas smirked and traced his fingers along the side of her face until she abruptly jerked away.

What he just did should of sent her into a fury, but it didn't. Standing there shaking, she felt incredibly sad instead of angry. She didn't understand it, she didn't like it, and she needed to get away from him before he sensed her weakness.

"I can't. I'm not on your team." She replied softly and ran off.

As her words sunk in, Lucas's smile disappeared. It was as if she threw ice water in his face or punched him in the gut. And suddenly very sober, Lucas finally realized what was missing from his life since he lost her friendship. "That's the trouble isn't it," he murmured quietly. Slowly, he pulled himself up on his crutches and limped towards the pay phone. He was glad he was going to skip the fireworks this year because they reminded him of her.

The End.
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