AN: Wow! This is my first attempt ever, to write a fanfic, IN ENGLISH even! Don't hate me 'cause the English sucks, I can't help it; I'm a just a Dutch 24 year old… I do love to write, though it's always been in my native language… So please, be gentle! I can take a little criticism, but try to put it in a positive way, I'm willing to learn and I'm also willing to share my ideas, so that maybe someone who's flawless in grammar and English, can do the actual writing and I can simply make up drafts (with all the typo's and mistakes!) Anyway, this is just a short piece of writing, for me to get in to it and for you to decide if I should continue or if I should just get some more English lessons ;) Again; don't be a Nazi-Grammar, let's keep it positive
Summary: Reporter Santana Lopez has been sent on an assignment, to do a story on bear hunting in the mountains. It seemed like a simple task, but with a helicopter crashing, Santana ends up miles away from home and her wife, in a deep coma. Unable to identify her, all the medical staff can do, is wait for her to wake up, while the police back home, can only inform Brittany, that her wife's missing and there's nothing they can do for her…
Intro.
With the light duffle bag in hand, she slowly approaches the front door. It still looks the same. Her hand shakes a little bit and with a deep breath, she knocks on the heavy wooden door. Still holding her breath, she waits. Finally she hears movement behind the door. She hears laughter and voices. It's a deep, male voice, but the sweet laughter, she would recognize anywhere. Slowly the door opens and Santana lets out a shaky breath. Before her, stands non other than Sam Evans.
"San… Santana…?" He looks at her with eyes wide. Quickly he steps outside, shutting the door a bit behind him. "What are you doing here?" Sam fidgets with his hands, looking anywhere but at the latina standing in front of him. "I'm home." She snarls, "what the hell are you doing here?" Sam looks up, his eyes still big, meeting brown, fierce eyes. "I.. I.. I'm actually.." He stumbles. Before he can finish his sentence, the door is being pulled open and there she is…
"Baby, what are you doing out? It's getting cold inside and your cocoa is getting co…" Brittany puts her hand over her mouth. Immediately she feels tears filling her eyes and she pushes Sam aside. She's facing the love of her love, after 11 long months. "How… Why..What.." Brittany holds her arms around her stomach, tears silently falling from her eyes. "I came home.." Santana mumbles, as she looks up, in those big blue eyes, she missed so damn much. "But how.. You were… dead?" Santana forgot Sam for a second, but with that question, she glares at him. "Does it look like I'm dead?" She quickly looks back a Brittany, who's now sobbing, taking a step back. "No.. No no no no… You're dead, the police said so! You… You're.." Brittany feels the world spinning around her, before falling to the ground. The last thing she hears, is Sam yelling at her to stay awake, followed by a low growl from Santana. "Get your hands of my wife, Throuty."
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