A/N: This is just a little something I jotted down after watching THE episode where the real EJ finally makes a reappearance. Classic EJ I call him – smooth, in control, sexy and just a little bit naughty. Be still my beating heart. When the 19/07/12 episode I believe was the date, aired, I, and so many other EJami's were ecstatic at the return to form of EJ and Sami. It was how they were when many of us fell in love with them and if you're checking out this fic because of what you've been seeing of late, then welcome, welcome one and all. :)

And if this story doesn't slake your EJami thirst I have many others and there is a fan board out there called "Forbidden Love" which, if you haven't already, you really should check out. That board is jumping right now (even though it was very active during the dry spells as well) and is definitely worth checking out if you want to gush, laugh, drool or be spoiled by all things EJami.

Okay, enough with that, let's get on with this quick two-parter I did up in honour of the occasion of the real EJami being returned to us. EJ tells Sami there will always be something between them and then does that fake out kiss and pulls off his tie as he leaves. On the show, Sami didn't follow him, but what if she did, what would happen then?

Read on to find out. ;)

SOMETHING

Chapter ONE

"It's there, Samantha, this irresistible pull that is in between us."

EJ's rich tones reached out from the small space that separated them and wrapped themselves around Sami, making it hard for her to breath.

"Deny it," he pushed as he stepped closer, brown eyes refusing to leave hers, "I dare you."

Sami struggled to find the words.

EJ almost looked sympathetic as he watched the struggle on her face. "You can't, anymore than I can," he finished off huskily.

Sami mustered all of her inner strength. "I don't feel anything for you," she declared unsteadily.

EJ barely let her finish. "You're a liar." He cupped her face, making the flesh tingle as he searched her face. "And not a very good one."

Sami knew she should be reacting in outrage. She wasn't lying and even if she was, she was an outstanding liar, everybody knew that. How dare EJ presume that he knew her better than herself? Those were all of the things she could have been shouting in his face, of course, and Sami honestly tried, but when EJ moved in closer, eyes lingering on her lips, Sami completely lost the ability to speak. His breath was on her face, a faint promise of the spiciness of his kisses that she knew from a time long ago. Only it didn't feel like it was long ago, Sami felt like this was their first kiss, full of sweet anticipation and undeclared longing. EJ's lips grazed hers and Sami's eyes drifted close, instinctively moving into the kiss, the roar of the blood in her ears almost managing to drown out the pounding of her heart. Suddenly EJ's lips were leaving her and Sami almost lost her balance as she leaned into a kiss that was no longer there. Her eyes flew open in confusion and if she was honest, frustration. "What-wh-" she gasped, still reeling.

EJ took a few step backs, hand going to his tie as he turned on his heel.

"What-What are you-" Sami called after him in consternation.

"You can't deny it, Samantha," EJ called back over his shoulder as he sauntered to the doorway, undoing his tie as he went. He turned around at the door way, tie in one hand, his other hand lingering on his shirt button. "There is something between us." A small smile touched EJ's lips. "Whether you like it or not." And then he was gone, heading up the stairs and out of her view.

Sami opened her mouth and closed it a couple of times as angry vexation overtook her. She didn't let herself think, she raced off after EJ. She caught him at the top of the stairs. "I'm leaving!" she announced, voice uneven and strained.

EJ turned around on the landing, looked her up and down and then past her down the stairs to the front door below . "You're doing it wrong," he advised her calmly.

Sami's face darkened at his teasing. "I'm leaving, but not before I tell you what I think of your crazy accusations about us!"

EJ arched an eyebrow and looked at her expectantly.

Sami floundered as she scrambled for words. "They're crazy!" she blustered.

EJ made a wry face. "Yes, well, I'm not sure that was worth the anticipation or the flight of stairs, sweetheart. Besides, a critique from a pathological liar isn't really worth that much, now is it?"

Sami sucked in an outraged breath. "I am not a pathological liar!"

A smile played around EJ's lips. "Now, isn't that just what a pathological liar would say?"

"You think you're so clever and you know me so well, don't you?" asked Sami bitterly.

"Sometimes and inside and out," he replied simply.

Sami folded her arms in front of herself and stuck out her chin. "So, what, you're a self-proclaimed Sami expert, is that it?"

"An expert is someone that does something again and again until they know just about all there is to know," EJ reasoned. "I feel like I've earned my Samantha Brady badge a few attempts on my life ago, to be honest."

"You've only done me three times," Sami announced proudly, her stupid need to win every argument with him getting in front of her brain. She blanched at the badly thought out proclamation which in no way furthered her cause.

EJ made a sympathetic face. "Wish you could take that back right about now, darling?" he asked in amusement.

Sami's cheeks burned bright red as she valiantly tried to hold his gaze.

"I was actually referring to this, Samantha," he waved a finger between them, "the push and pull of our relationship, the arguments, the flirting." EJ gave her a pointed look. "The occasional below the belt kicks. We've done this so many times before, that's how I know you. The sex is just a tiny part of what is between us."

"It's all there is between us," announced Sami defiantly.

"Except for two beautiful children," EJ reminded her.

Sami moved her shoulders restlessly. "Yes, of course Sydney and Johnny."

"And then there are all those scars," EJ offered up.

"That's not a good thing," she said unevenly. "What we've done to each other, EJ, it's been sick and twisted and-"

"Us," EJ finished for her simply. He reached out and grabbed Sami's hand and directed it to his head.

Sami tensed as EJ pressed her fingers to a ridge of skin hidden beneath his dark hair.

"One of my war wounds," he told her, eyes never leaving hers. EJ pressed her fingers more fully against the puckered flesh. "Sometimes I run my fingers over it when I wake in the dead of night," he said, voice low, "and sometimes, when I'm caught between this world and the world of dreams, I imagine I can feel it spell out the words."

"Wh-what words?" asked Sami breathlessly, afraid of the answer, but unable to stop herself from asking.

EJ leaned in, so they were nose to nose once again. "Property of Samantha," he whispered.

Sami felt a twinge in her chest and she pulled her hand away, feeling as though she was burned. "I don't want you," she said painfully, clutching her hand to breasts.

"Oh, you want me," said EJ confidently, "what you can't reconcile yourself with is the fact that you think you shouldn't want me."

Sami glared at him. "I know my own mind, EJ."

EJ burst out into spontaneous laughter, the sound of his mirth rolling down the hallway and making Sami scowl. He waved a hand at her. "Oh, good one, sweetheart, now it's my turn. A rabbi, a priest and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar together-"

"Stop it!" she said in anguish. "I can't do this."

"Then leave," EJ advised her. "You yourself proclaim there is nothing between us, no force holding us in each other's lives, walk away, no one is stopping you."

"I will," she threw back at him, but her legs didn't move.

EJ gave her a considered look. "Alright, let's make this easy." He turned around and walked off into his bedroom, leaving Sami standing there once again.

This was her chance, Sami knew it. She was just going to walk away and be done with this tangled mess. EJ could get his own damn neck out of that noose Salem PD was trying to tie, it was nothing to her, she didn't care. She hated EJ so much right then. Sami's legs started to walk of their own accord and suddenly she found herself in EJ's bedroom, not knowing how she'd gotten there. Everything she'd been telling herself for so long was telling her to run, but here she was, standing in his bedroom and seemingly unable to move.

EJ had his back to her, facing the bed. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge her presence, but didn't turn around. "So, is this the part where I overcome you with my desire for you, Samantha? Is this the scene where I get to overwhelm you so that you can look back on this moment and call it a moment of insanity you had no control over?"

Sami swallowed hard, not answering him. She'd been lying about the something between them, but they both knew that. Sami was here because she couldn't make herself leave, couldn't imagine not being in this room with EJ right then. There was no sane reason to stay except that their brand of insanity had its own special language, one that only the two of them understood and could use so effectively against one another.

EJ turned around slowly, regarding her steadily across the ten or so feet which separated them. "If you want me, Samantha, you're going to have to choose me. I'm not going to let you make out that I seduced you, like you were some helpless victim to this thing between us."

A fissure of equal parts fear and excitement ran through Sami's body.

EJ squared off. "If you want me to take you into my bed, Samantha, then own it and own what it is between us."

EJ's bold words stole the breath from Sami's lungs...