Disclaimer: I do not own the West Wing or any of it's characters!
Summary: This is a bit of rambling...doesn't really make much sense. It's basically Sam and a new character romance...very dramatic. Like I said, it's just some random sappy cheesy drabble. Written at like 7 a.m. Maybe I'll expand on it, maybe not.
Chaos was everywhere. Sirens were ringing and helicopters were flying overhead. Sam was running...he thought his heart just might explode. He sumbled down the steps of Air Force Run and then spotted CJ talking to some reporters. He ran up behind her, shouting. "CJ!!! CJ!!! They found her?!" He was out of breath, and no doubt looked like hell. CJ turned to face him, her face stressed. "Sam, she's fine, she's fine..." But her words faded in Sam's mind as he saw someone carrying her body out of the helicopter, soaking wet. He once again started running. "Ali! Ali!" He said urgently. He reached the helicopter. The policeman holding her gently set her on a stretcher, and then wrapped a blanket around her.
"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked frantically, "Is she going to be okay?"
The man nodded reassuringly. "She's going to be just fine. She's really cold, showing the beginning symptoms of hypothermia, but other than that she is just fine."
"Where did you find her?"
"In the woods along the edge of a lake just north of Duluth."
Sam's face paled. He nodded his thanks to the officer, and then walked over to her. He put his hand up to her cheek. It felt like ice. Suddenly, she stirred. She adjusted her position on the stretcher, and then her eyes flickered open. After the moment it took them to focus, she looked up.
"Sam?" She asked weakly.
"Yeah," he said, kneeling down to be closer to her. "Yeah."
She nodded slightly then rolled over to her side facing Sam and her eyes flickered shut. Sam stood up. "Hey," he said, trying to get someone's attention. "Hey!" The same officer looked up and came over. "Yes?"
"Can I get her onto the plane?"
The officer looked around at all the chaos, asked a question to one of his superior officers, and then nodded back at Sam. "Sure," he said.
Sam nodded, then gathered her up in his arms. Her eyes were still shut and her head slumped over to one side. Sam carried her back over to Air Force One, and up the steps. As he walked onto the plane, people moved out of the way to make room. He picked a secluded cushined bench and set her down upright. Then he sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, rubbing the blanket to keep her warm. Once again, her eyes flickered open, and she looked at him. "Mmmm, it's nice and warm on here," she said, pulling the blanket closer around herself.
"Yeah," Sam said. "You really gave us a scare there."
Ali smiled. "I'm fine," she said in her waspy voice. She leaned her head onto Sam's shoulder.
"Good. Because I...well, Cause I..." Sam's voice was getting choked up and so he just gave up on words. Instead he just held Ali a little more tightly. And in response, Ali sufaced her hand form under the blanket and placed it in Sam's other hand, and rested it on his leg. "I love you," Sam whispered in to her ear. A smile creeped across Ali's face. "I love you too," she said. She shivered, then just burrowed herself deeper into Sam's arms. And just as the plane was taking off, she fell off into a warm sleep.