Here's little idea I came up with this morning and decided to turn it into a fic.
It's in chapters so this is just the first one. There's more to come.
Well, I hope you like it!

Outside the rain was falling in huge amounts. Sam stood leaned up against the wall and looked out through his bedroom window. Out in the horizon he saw a gleam from a lightning followed by a loud thunder. He sat down on the bed. He looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. He had been home for two hours now, but he hadn't gone to sleep a yet. It wasn't because he couldn't. It's was because he was concerned that somebody else couldn't. At a night like this, she'd lay frightened in her bed covered in her blanket, quaking. Usually he wasn't worried about it. Because she'd always call him, and he'd try to calm her down. Most of the time it worked and it'd stay at one phone call.
The thing was that she hadn't called. That was what worried him and made him stay awake. He wouldn't sleep before she had. But what if she never did? What if she had managed to fall asleep this time? Then he'd look like a fool when he'd meet up at Cheers next day all exhausted.
No, she couldn't be asleep. He knew her all too well to know that on a night like this, she'd never close an eye.
She can't possibly be asleep, but why hasn't she called?
Confused, he walked from one end of the bedroom to another. He hadn't bothered to turn on some lights. What if she was afraid to call him? Could that be it? The last time she called he hadn't been in the greatest mood. It could be a little tiresome to get a phone call in the middle of the night every time there was a little thunder going on outside. But that was 3 years ago! Did she still remember that one or maybe two times he had been a little cranky? Now he was worried sick because she didn't call.
Call, Diane. Please call me.
But the phone remained silent. Outside the weather got worse. He decided to leave the bedroom and go out and make some coffee. As the machine was doing its work to make the coffee, Sam spotted a picture frame standing at a small table in his kitchen. The table's only use was for a plant and the picture frame. He brushed away the dust on the frame and took a look at the picture.
There she was, dressed in a blue summer dress. She had been caught off guard when he took the photo. Still, she looked gorgeous as always. It was taken back in 1983 at Cape Cod.
It had been quite a weekend there. Strangely enough without any kind of argument, fight or what so ever. It had been an enjoyable and peacefully much like her face expressed. Her face was completely relaxed in the surroundings of nature. It was such a pleasure to watch the photo. It was with no doubt one of his favorite photos he had taken of her. The coffee machine announced that the coffee was done. He put the picture down and poured himself a cup of coffee. As he took a sip of the hot coffee he stared at the phone which still hadn't made any kind of noise since he returned from Cheers.
He wondered if something was wrong or if she really just had gone to sleep.
He thought of calling her but scratched that thought. Because if she was asleep then he wouldn't hear the end of it. Why couldn't she just call? Then he'd be sure nothing was wrong.
He entered the living room and sat down in the chair closest to the phone.
Another lightning lighted up the whole room and his gaze fell on the watch he had on the coffee table. It was now 0:32. He quickly turned his head to the phone.
How long would he have to wait? Something reached his ear but it was just another thunder.
He put down his coffee and rose from the chair. He had to find out if she was alright.
He put on his jacket and checked if he had the right keys to her apartment, and then he left.

Thoughts?