As any fan of mine should know, I'm a die-hard fan of Tim Lincecum. I would kill to date him, his hair is frickin amazing, and he's an outstanding athlete. Since there isn't many decents fanfics of Tim Lincecum around, I figured I'd write one. After all, he deserves it.

(By the way, if I know a lot of details about him that most people normally wouldn't, it's because I stalk him online. I swear, I'm in love with him.)

Also, I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing after a long break for the fans of my other stories.

Enjoy!

Sammy's POV

I screamed, jumping into the air along with thousands of other fans at AT&T Park. I pumped the air with my fists, furiously. The famed A. Pujols had just struck out, lunging after one of Tim Lincecum's famous changeups for the third out of the inning.

Which brought me back to why I was here.

I had a stalker-like obsession with the 5'11 pitcher, as I had ever since his MLB debut in 2007. What could I say? His complexion was perfect, his green eyes framed perfectly by his nearly shoulder-length hair. Hair that was just as I'd fantasized about in a guy for years now. When I first saw Lincecum, the only thing I could think of was that this was my dream man, the man I'd tried to describe to my friends to years. I was only 22 when I first saw him on the Giants, my favorite team, but I fell in love instantly. Since then, I'd watched his every start on TV, and at the ballpark whenever I could afford it. Something that rarely occurred when you're struggling to pay your rent each month.

Bottom of the eighth, two down, Giants losing 6-5. I could see other fans flowing by me in crowds, assuming the game lost. I remained in my seat, eagerly watching as Cody Ross came up to bat.

Strike one, swinging, fastball to the outside corner.

Strike two, looking, inside.

Pitcher winds, throws.. The ball sprung off of Cody's bat, sailing high and deep into centerfield.

And right into the centerfielder's mitt.

I slumped in my seat, but then perked up, realizing Lincecum was pitching again. Looking around, I realized that there was few people left in the rows around me. Zeroing in on the one seat I'd always wanted, my eyes found it empty.

Casually, I stood up, slinging my backpack onto my shoulder. Looking around to make sure stadium patrols weren't going to yell at me, I made my way down to the seat right next to the dugout. It was right next to the dugout, on the side that was closer to home plate than left field.

Only a few feet away from where Lincecum always sat. Or rather, Timmy, as anyone who'd met him more than once called him, supposedly.

I sat down, and subtly turned my head to the left, looking to see who was sitting this inning. I was shocked to be looking into the eyes of Brandon Belt, the Giants' rookie first baseman.

I swept off my hat quickly, and yanked a Sharpie out of my pocket.

"Belt! Brandon! Brandon!" I hissed, gesturing for him to come near. He did so, standing up and putting his hands on the top of the wall next to me. Looking up at me curiously, he smiled.

"Can you sign my hat?" He nodded, accepting the sharpie.

Hearing the ball hit Stewart's glove, I spun, my ponytail hitting my cheek as I checked the count. Great. 0-2 count. Beware the famous slider to the right-handed hitter.

"Timmy fan?" Belt asked from behind me, and I turned with a smile, gratefully accepting my hat and sharpie back.

"Yeah. He's been my childhood hero. And first and only crush." That is, if 22 counted as childhood. Belt grinned back at me. I heard the ball hitting the bat, and turned just in time to watch the ball go flying. I exhaled, sharply, through my teeth.

"Come on, Cody.." I muttered, watching him running in left field.

Toward the wall, onto the warning track...

Out!

"Yes!" I couldn't help my slight jump as Cody casually tossed to ball to a fan, then jogged in. I took a deep breath, holding it, as Lincecum walked toward me. I held that breath for so long, I could almost feel myself getting giddy as the 27-year-old ace glanced up, and met my eyes.

I was spellbound, as his green orbs held mine. A whistle from the man I had previously been talking to snapped me out of my daze. I jumped slightly, then blushed, looking up and noticing Tim's signature dimple-inducing smirk. Obviously he had seen my preoccupation.

"Timmy!" Belt was waving at Lincecum, signalling him closer. My heart started beating faster. Could he really be...? My mouth opened slightly as the starting pitcher walked closer.

"This girl here, she's a distinct fan of yours. She says you're her first and only crush." Belt smirked, and I blushed, groaning internally. I SO would not have told him that if I'd known he would have told Tim Lincecum!

"Oh, is she?" Tim's deep voice sent shiver through my back, and caused my heart to race. Smiling his adorable grin, he took Belt's place at the wall.

"And your name is?" I took a deep breath before answering, trying to stop my voice from shaking.

"Samantha. But most people call me Sammy." I cut myself off before I could start to blabber. Lincecum's eyes took in my baseball jersey before coming back up to meet mine.

"Turn around for a sec please?" I obeyed, sweeping my black ponytail out of the way so he could see the number and name on the jersey. I turned back around, to see him smiling, a playful glint in his eye.

"I like your jersey." I laughed, a shaky sound, even to my own ears.

"Honestly, I do too. Even though it looks better on you." I bit my tongue, wincing as I realized what I'd just said. Strike one. He didn't seem to take offense, though, a fact I was desperately grateful for.

"Thanks." He said with a chuckle. I grinned, then realized the chance in a lifetime.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Can you sign my hat, please?" I pulled the Sharpie pen once more from my pocket.

Without a word, he took the pen and the hat. I couldn't help but watch, observing the movements of his arm. His arm only because the visor of his hat blocked off his pretty eyes, of course.

"Thank you!" He grinned, nodding in response, before walking over to a spot on the bench, sitting down to wipe his face with a towel. I sat down, turning my eyes to the game, even though my attention had been captured by the green-eyed ace in the dugout.

So, whadya think? Is it alright, for a nearly three-month break from writing? Do you like it? (: Reviews, please!