Being alone is never comfortable, is it? Jo/Sam
Being alone is never comfortable, is it? Especially when all you want is someone to lend you a shoulder to cry on. And that's all Jo Masters wanted. She had had the worst day possible. Her emotions were on autopilot, all her hurt, anguish, distress and exhaustion mingled together in hot, salty tears flowing down her pale cheeks. After finding out Seth had murdered a suspect, Jo was running on auto-pilot. Also, finding out she had to save Seth and evidently couldn't , risking her own life for other people, Jo really had felt that nothing was worth living for any more. Now, crying alone and drinking herself into a black hole, it was the only thing she knew to destroy herself slowly.
A knock on the door brought Jo back to reality. The sight of a blonde haired angel greeted her tear filled eyes. Sam entered the house, shutting the door silently, then, without a word, gathered Jo into her arms. Jo held onto Sam with all the strength she had, sobbing heartbreakingly into Sam's shoulder. Sam gently smoothed down Jo's now loose hair, holding her close and whispering soothing nonsense to her. When Jo pulled away, wiping her red rimmed eyes, Sam instantly walked Jo through to the living room, sitting her down carefully and sitting beside her, hand clasping Jo's tightly.
'Jo, I heard what happened, and I'm really sorry,' Sam gently told her friend, who still had tears streaking her face. Jo buried her face in Sam's shoulder, still crying with heartache. Sam used her maternal instincts to gently pull Jo onto her lap, rocking her like a baby. Jo was grateful for the reactions Sam showed, feeling like a lost little girl at the moment. Still resting her head against Sam's shoulder, Jo wrapped her arms round her Sam, needing to hold someone, anyone. Sam felt Jo's arms wind round her neck, whilst she had her arms round Jo's waist.
'Sam, I feel really stupid dumping all this on you,' Jo choked out. Sam gently shushed her before answering her with a gentle, even voice.
'Jo, when I arrived, you evidently couldn't cope, you were crying to much, and by the looks of things, trying to block things out with the most unhealthy way possible, that's why I came round, I guessed you'd react this way,' Sam answered, still holding Jo tenderly. She still held Jo until her sobbing died out, and her breathing pattern evened out, suggesting Jo had given into her exhaustion, her head lolling on Sam's shoulder, still sat on her lap.'That's it, sweetheart, you rest now,' Sam whispered, before gently lifting Jo into her arms and carrying her upstairs, thinking her bed would probably be more comfortable than Sam's knee.