Title: Not Enough
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13, maybe more
Summary: Sam simply just wasn't enough for Martin. D/M pre-slash.
AN: They may be a bit OOC. I've only seen three episodes but I'm hooked. What little I know I've mostly learnt from fan fiction. Please let me know your thoughts so I can improve.
Disclaimer: I own few things in life. WaT isn't one of them.
Not EnoughI've screwed the woman my boss had an affair with: a female colleague so hot that my boss cheated on his wife, his family, to be with her. Many married men would do the same. She really is that attractive.
But she still wasn't enough.
She wanted me and, as a man, I should have wanted her back. I said I did. I wanted to.
The sex was great!
Well… it was good.
Actually, I could take it or leave it.
I tried to take it. I tried to enjoy it. I failed. I felt like a fake.
What the hell is wrong with me?
When we broke up all I could feel was relieved. I could finally stop pretending. No more false emotion. I had let go what most men would consider the catch of a lifetime and I didn't even care. But I still wasn't happy.
I was frustrated…
My thoughts are interrupted by light pouring into the room as the door is opened. It closes quickly and I don't even bother to look up.
"Hiya Martin." A familiar and welcome voice floats across the darkness. I smile, despite myself.
"Hey Danny." I reply, my melancholy spirit not completely gone but rapidly disappearing.
I can hear him as he strides over to wear I'm sitting. He's standing behind me and I can smell his spicy cologne. He leans over me, his tie dangling over my shoulder and I feel frozen in my seat, unable to move.
"It's not healthy to be sitting in the dark Martin." He whispers into my ear before switching on the desk lamp. I flinch away from the light and turn to look at him instead. I can just make out a look of concern on his face but when he looks at me the concern disappears and it replaced with a smug smile, growing into a grin. I'm sure I must look like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.
My eyes finally adjust to the light and I can see him clearly for the first time since he walked in. I notice how his eyes sparkle with character; how closely he has shaved, how sweetly his lips curve into a smirk and suddenly I know.
I know why she wasn't enough.
I know why I never wanted her. I only ever wanted to want her.
Sure she's attractive, sure she's fun and great in the sack and everything a guy could ever want in a girl. But she could never be enough for me.
Because she isn't him.
She isn't Danny.
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