Hello readers. So this is my first attempt at a Cheers fanfic. It was just something I really wanted to write for a while.
The story takes place two years after the events of "One for the Road." It mainly focuses on the Rebecca and Sam friendship and how I imagined things might have gone after Don left her (as Sam mentioned in the Frasier episode that he guest starred on).
Synopsis: After two years, Cheers didn't really changed much. Though Woody left to fulfill his position as city councilor, Frasier returned to his home in Seattle, and Rebecca ran off and got married, the rest of the gang remained content with their lives at Cheers and Sam realized that running the bar was his true love. But when Rebecca returns with some baggage and a few secrets of her own, will Sam step up as a friend to help her?
After two years, the bar still felt exactly the same. Carla was still her snarky self, Norm and Cliff remained where they always were, and Sam was in his rightful place behind the bar. Oddly enough, nothing much had changed at Cheers with the exception of the hoard of waitresses who had come and gone either because of Sam's sexual promiscuity or Carla's sarcastic remarks that the girls couldn't seem to handle. She just thought they were wimps who couldn't take an honest joke.
Sam, as usual, had his eye on this month's new girl. She was cute and petit with a nice set of legs and auburn hair that fell down to her shoulders. Granted she was half his age, but hey? Who doesn't like a good challenge?
"Old habits never die. Aye, Sammy?" Carla nudged as she watched Sam not so subtly check out the new girl.
"Looks good. Doesn't she?" Sam couldn't keep his eyes off of her. "Think I could offer her a ride home? Close to closing."
Carla raised her brow as she poured Norm another beer, "I think I'd like to see a waitress last more than two weeks, but hey, that's just me."
Norm chimed in as she handed him the full glass, "Wasn't it you who scared away the last two?"
"So what's your point?" Carla shrugged. She gave a dirty look just as Cliff was about to reply. He decided to say nothing… for once.
Ignoring the three at the other end of the bar, Sam decided to go for it. He waltzed up to the cute young waitress who was bussing her last table of the night. "Hey there, sweetheart," he opened smoothly. "It's, uh, getting kind of chilly out there. Thought I could offer you a ride home. What do you say?" He hadn't lost it yet. Still as confident as ever.
"I don't know," she replied with a simple glance.
"Well, I'd hate to see a lovely girl like you walking home alone in the cold," he replied, suggestively bringing his body a little closer to hers.
She chuckled, "Who could refuse such a gentleman?"
"Just let me grab my coat and we can be on our way then," he said with his crooked, endearing smile. Sam quickly jogged back to the office, grabbed the jacket, and took the young redhead by the arm. As he kindly held her coat for her as she slipped her arms through, Sam heard the front door open. "I'm sorry, we're clos-" He paused as he glanced up and saw who it was standing in the doorway with a single suitcase in her hand. His eyes connected with her sorrowful light-green ones. "Rebecca?"
"Hello, Sam."
Chapter one is more of just a prelude to the story. Stay tuned for more to come.