Comeuppance
Author's Note: This is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic, so please be kind. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Just to warn you in advance- if you're looking for the Sami who cries on the couch for hours on end because she burned the cookies she was trying to make, you've come to the wrong place. I like Sami bad- remember bad Sami? The Sami who would beat herself up just so she could blame it on her holier than thou sister? The Sami who would drug a man just so she could get in his pants? I'm bringing that Sami back. Also, if you have any pity for Lucas whatsoever, don't even bother to read this, because there will be no mercy for that mama's boy. And there may be smut, depending on what you call smutty. That being said….
Added note: I wrote this over a year ago and posted it on FL. If you're not an EJami fan, there's absolutely no point in reading this story, so please don't read it then leave reviews bashing the couple. That's just pointless.
Chapter One: Same Ole Song and Dance
"Lucas, do you mean that… you do still have feelings for me?" Sami looks up at him questioningly, her eyes full of hope. "I do," he replies, "and I think we should give it another shot, another chance to be a family, with Will." Sami rushes into his arms and holds him tightly as he kisses her with all the gusto he can muster. Before things can get too far he receives a call on his cell phone. They break apart so he can answer it.
"I'm sorry, hun," he says, hanging up his phone with a furrow of the brow, "but something I don't feel much like explaining has come up and I have to go be there for some random family member. Hopefully it won't take too long, and we can pick up where we left off…?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that could be taken as suggestively. "Of course," Sami replies, brushing her hand across his abdomen, "I'll be waiting for you." They kiss once more and then he leaves. Sami dances around her apartment in glee. "This will be easier than I thought," she says, as she grabs her keys and walks out the door.
EJ hears a knock on his door. He barely has it open before Sami is pushing her way in. "Samantha, what a pleasant surprise," he says, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. He takes in her giddy expression and asks her if she's had some good news. She crawls over to him and straddles his lap. "As a matter of fact, I have," she tells him, playing with his tie in a coy way. "Lucas wants us to get back together, and I've agreed." She leans forward and begins to plant butterfly kisses behind his ear. He leans his head back on the sofa, turning it slightly to grant her more access. "And why, my dear, does that make you so happy?" he breathlessly asks. Sami throws her head back and lets a deep, low chuckle release from her throat. "Oh, EJ, don't play dumb with me. It really doesn't become you." Sami traces his jaw line with her fingernail and pulls his face by the chin so that he's looking her dead in the eyes. "Didn't daddy teach you that revenge is a dish best served cold?"
Sami thought to herself that there couldn't possibly be a more appealing sight than EJ's nude body gleaming with sweat. He looks over at her and laughs at the expression on her face. "And just what is it that's on your conniving little mind?" he asks her. She adjusts herself so that she's laying across the bed, letting her hair hang off the side. EJ reaches over to stroke her ribcage with his fingertips as she replies, "You. I was thinking of how you threw a wrench in all my beautiful plans. But, it turns out you're a detour I can definitely take and still reach my final destination." He cocks one eyebrow and sits gently on top of her, taking her by the hands and pulling her back up to face him. She continues, "For years, all I've wanted was revenge on Kate and Lucas for everything they've done to me. All other passion died in throes of the passion I felt in hating them. Back when my mom was slashing everyone in town and Lucas was being so "supportive" to me, to the dismay of his mother, I realized that if I could truly break him to my will I could have him eating from the palm of my hand, and then I could starve him to death. I was willing to devote my life to punishing him for the wrongs he bestowed upon me. I was willing to live without love, but only because I had no idea what love actually was. Then…" she stops, and looks up at EJ's expectant face. "Then?" he prompts. "Then I met you," she finishes. "I didn't realize I was dead until you came and made me live. The two of us apart are just two dead souls, slowly rotting away in a dead world, but together, we are immortal." With this she pushes him on the chest so that he is now laying on his back and hovers over him slightly. "And so I take it, my dear Samantha, that you have concocted a plan?" he asks, trying to lift himself up enough to reach her. Laughingly she answers, "Indeed I have, dearest, but I believe that can wait until our more immediate, and shall I say, pressing, needs are addressed."