Sam is dead. Amelie is alone and completely heartbroken. Slowly, she is beginning to pull herself together, but it's not really working: she needs someone else to stem that hole Sam's death left in her heart… But what if that person just happened to be Oliver?

First ever Amelie and Oliver story… not only by me, but according to my FanFiction, the first romance between the pair! So please enjoy!

p.s – it will be a slow romance, you know, because Sam has just died!

Set a few months after Sam died – so about the time of book 7!

Amelie's POV:

My heart was wrenched from my chest that day, the day my father killed my true love and was ripped to shreds. But it wasn't ripped at the point of impact, when my father did the deed… no, it was in those moments where I held my Samuel's dying body in my arms. It was those final words he whispered to me that did it. Because the realisation that he would never be returning to me, ever, hit me then, hard. And I knew then that I would never feel these feelings ever again, for anyone, in my life.

I sit alone in my study now, staring into space, hugging the only thing of Sam I have left – the jumper he wore the night I changed him, may years ago. I hug it into my chest, protecting it from the tears pouring down my face, the tears that never seem to stop. 99% of the time I am now alone – I cannot face being in public for long times – everything reminds me of Samuel. Until my loneliness is interrupted: by Oliver. The last person I want to see.

"Oliver, what are you doing here?" I ask him, turning away to wipe my tears away and to hide any emotion I possibly can: I hate showing emotion to anyone, especially since Samuel… no. I must stop thinking about him; it isn't healthy and isn't going to help me.

"I am here because you are obviously hurting and need someone," he responds, so much more kindly than I would ever have imagined from him. So much more gently and 'acceptive' of my current predicament than in my wildest dreams I would have thought him capable of.

"Well what do you expect?" I ask harshly and laugh in the same harsh tone. "My true love died in my arms. How do you expect me to feel? But what makes you think that I need someone?"

He shakes his head and walks over to where I am sat – I throw Samuel's jumper aside and stand up to face him. One thing I learnt is that you never sit inferior to your opponent.

"Amelie, it has been over 4 months," he says gently, moving ever closer. "But I know that you need someone, otherwise you would be out living your life rather than sitting closeted up in here and sitting submerged in the past."

How dare he! How dare he mock my actions – does he not understand grief?... but I need to do something soon, because otherwise he will be using this against me to get control of Morganville.

"So what do you want Oliver?" I ask sharply, looking him in the eye. He's the first man I have looked in the eye since Samuel. Oliver has grey eyes, the complete opposite to Samuel, which helps greatly – I couldn't do it otherwise.

"What I want is for you to stop being closed up in here, and to experience life once more. I don't want you to miss out on the town you created. I want you to be able to live and cherish Sam's memory, rather than being completely locked up in him," he says passionately, looking down at me fiercely. But it isn't anger, oh no, it's his wish for me to get better. I can actually believe him though: for the first moment in this unfortunate meeting, I actually believe what he is saying.

"So you know what, lets do it!" I say on the spur of the moment, wanting to do anything, to say anything, for him to leave so that I can get back to Sam and my memories.

"Do what?" he asks me, making me infuriated – for god's sake, he has just been pressuring me to get out!

"For god's sake, as you just said, I will go out into Morganville tomorrow evening. 7pm. Founders Square!" I say angrily, striding around the room impatiently. He smiles at me and looks happy that he has achieved something – little does he know that it isn't real, it's just so he will get off my back.

"Oh that is great Amelie, I will be there are 7pm! Oh this is just so brilliant for you to finally be moving on and getting on with your life," he warbles on and my anger levels rocket sky high at this: moving on isn't an option for me! I need to have Samuel with me everyday. Because I left him for over 50 years – this is my punishment for doing such a despicable thing, to use my love as an experiment! This is my punishment – to have to live with the memory of what could have been for eternity. I will pay dividence to this because it is all my fault.

"Get out," I cry at Oliver, turning and battering my hands against his chest to shove him away, "GET OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He leaves, and once he is completely gone, I walk back over to where I left Samuel's jumper and sink to the ground, sobbing harder than before…

Oliver's POV:

That's progress – at least I actually managed to get into the office, unlike the last few months where it has been blocked off on the portal network. She has agreed to come out tomorrow, which is brilliant. I know that she thinks I want Morganville from her, and I do, but I will not make a move against her until she is at full strength – I am, after all, a gentleman. I know that she only agreed to come out to get me off her back so I would leave her alone – I'm not stupid – but at least she is coming out and hopefully getting over her hermit phase of the last few months. True, Samuel died, but this really needs to finish and she needs to move on.

So tomorrow needs to come, and I need to see that Amelie moves on soon… so I can get Morganville of course!

What did you think of this – should I continue this story or not?

Review please!

Vicky xx