This is the same story that posted in October I just corrected the chapter set up. It always made me crazy that I never posted it right the first time.

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"Who do you turn to when the only person in the world that can stop you from crying, is exactly the one making you cry" - Unknown

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"Hurry, Sam!" Martin shouted back to her as he raced to the end of the pier.

"I'm coming, wait for me!" Sam shouted back.

Sam ran as fast as she could to try and catch up to Martin but his long legs gave him an advantage. She could see his back muscles working as he ran, his skin tanned golden brown and he had that bed head hair that she loved so much. He looked so happy and carefree that Sam didn't care if he did win.

Well, not as much anyway.

Martin reached the end of the pier and dove right into the lake. Sam followed seconds later. The water was just perfect. Not too cold but not warm either. Under the water Sam opened her eyes to see that Martin had done the same. They were both smiling at each other in the cool blue depths where it was tranquil and peaceful. Sam could see Martin's eyes filled with mischief as he swam over to her so they could kiss.

His lips felt hot against hers but it still sent a chill down her spine. She could feel her lungs urging her for air but she wasn't about to ruin the perfection of the moment. Finally, not being able to wait a moment longer, she broke their kiss and swam up to the surface. She breathed in heavily as air rushed back to her lungs. She moved her arms through the water, loving the sensation of being weightless. She couldn't help smiling as the sun's rays danced off the water like diamonds. She laughed out loud at just how happy she was feeling.

She looked around the water searching for Martin. He was no where to be found, there were no air bubbles popping up at the surface indicating his arrival. She scanned the water but there was no sign of him. She waited and waited. Panicked, she took in a deep breath and dived back below. The once clear water was now murky and dark. The water grew dimmer, she stretched out her arms, searching for him but finding no luck. Her lungs were burning, aching for air and when she could no longer hold her breath she raced back above.

"Martin! Where are you!" Sam cried out. He should be up here by now. He couldn't hold his breath for that long. Where was he? He was just here, with her, where could he have gone? "Martin! You're scaring me! Martin!"

"MARTIN!"

Sam shot up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest. It's was just a dream, just a dream. She lay back down, her skin hot and clammy. She gave herself a moment to get her bearings before rolling over to glance at the clock on her nightstand.

5:34 a.m.

Great, Sam thought. Well, at least her nightmare had the decency to present itself close to a time when she actually had to wake up.

The nightmare was almost always the same with the only change being her increasing sense of panic. They began a few days after the Fitzgerald's took Martin back to Washington. She didn't need Lisa to explain to her the correlation of her nightmares to Martin's coma.

She had her psyche in check, thank you very much.

It had been two months and there was still no sign of Martin waking up. The only thing that kept Sam from going crazy with worry was that Katherine kept true to her word and updated Sam every week via email. They had tried to do it by phone but between Katherine's trial load and the team being down two people for over a month, it was difficult to find a time when they both were free. So they began email exchanges, something Sam was extremely grateful for. Katherine would let her know that Martin's wounds were healing, that his chest tube had been removed and his lungs were strong so he could breathe without assistance, the cast was taken off his leg, and all the bruising was completely gone. By all accounts, Martin was completely healed and healthy.

Now if he would just wake up.