FINDING COMFORT IN YOUR ARMS
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Samantha Nixon or Jo Masters. They are the property of TalkbackThames and shall be safely returned once I have finished with them. :P
Warning: This fic will contain same sex relationships. If this is not your thing, then please read no further. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updating my other fic and adding my deleted scenes fic. Thought I'd give you this for now whilst I work on the next chapters. It was just something I put together in an hour, just random thoughts that turned into a fic! Hope you enjoy and please review!
Chapter 1:
She hadn't been happy for a long time. Her world had fallen apart in such a short space of time. One disastrous relationship after the next had taken begun to take its toll on the usually headstrong woman. Of course, the last of her relationships she had ended for her own sake, she couldn't bear to have her heart ripped into a million pieces again – the miscarriage from her previous relationship with Stuart had already done that. So what do you do when things get too much – take a holiday. Which is exactly what Samantha Nixon did over Christmas, though she'd only planned going away for part of the time off she'd taken. She spent time off to herself, thinking about her life and what she wanted. However, Sam wasn't prepared for the unexpected knock on her door one lazy afternoon…
'Damn' she thought to herself, still dressed in her pjs and curled up on the couch watching a dvd. Sam placed her empty cup down on the table as she got up, pausing the dvd on the way to the door. Opening the door, Sam was shocked at what she saw before her.
"Jo," she said, hugging the woman who appeared weak, her face tear-stained.
"Hi Sam," Jo said quietly, "I didn't know where else to go."
"What is it Jo? What's happened?" Sam said, ushering Jo inside the house towards the living room, sitting her down.
"I… I messed up," Jo replied, "Completely ruined my undercover job."
"Come on Jo, it can't be that bad," Sam said, kneeling in front of her.
"We got the guy we were after," Jo answered softly.
"See, its not all that bad," Sam replied.
"Sam, Seth… he…" Jo whispered.
"Seth? Seth Mercer?" Sam asked, remembering the fight they'd had about him before Jo had gone undercover.
Jo nodded. "He's dead… It's all my fault," she said, breaking down in tears.
Sam pulled Jo close into a hug. "Jo, I'm so sorry," she replied, "I'm sure it wasn't your fault though."
Jo cried as Sam held her. She'd never let her guard down in front of a colleague before, but this was an exception, she felt like she had no one else. "We were in a warehouse, they were chasing us… they had guns… we were cornered in a room. They shot him, I tried to save him… Then they went to shoot me, but Jack got there just in time… I put his life in danger… It's my fault," Jo managed through her tears.
"Shh…" Sam said, noticing blood stains on Jo's neck and cheek, "It's not your fault, everything's going to be ok."
As Jo's crying settled, Sam pulled away from their embrace. "I'm sorry, you don't need to see me like this, you're on holiday," she said.
"No, its ok," Sam replied, "I'd rather you talked instead of bottling it up inside. Why don't you go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. I'll make you a warm drink and we can watch a movie or something?"
"That would be nice," Jo responded, standing up.
"Bathroom is opposite the stairs," Sam said, moving into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.
Jo made her way upstairs and went into the bathroom, slowly washing the blood from her face, neck and hands. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to get her head around what had happened over the past months in Nottingham and back in Sun Hill. Jo had never thought this was how things would work out, she never wanted Seth dead, but he was, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, as it slowly opened. "Everything okay?" Sam asked, peering around the corner.
"Um, yeah sorry, just thinking," Jo replied, turning towards Sam.
"Okay, well drinks are ready, just thought I'd bring you this," Sam said, holding a shirt and jumper in her arms, "They should fit."
"Thanks," Jo replied, taking them from Sam, "I'll be down in a minute."
Sam nodded, before leaving the bathroom, allowing Jo to get changed and seating herself in the living room sipping her drink as she waited on Jo. A few minutes later Jo emerged from upstairs and sat herself down next to Sam, picking up her cup, her hands warming instantly. Sam smiled at Jo as she pressed play on the dvd she had already started.
"I hope you don't mind, I'd already started this one," Sam said.
"No its fine, you carry on," Jo replied, leaning back against the couch.
An hour later the credits began rolling and by this time Jo was asleep, her head resting against Sam shoulder. Sam looked over at her and smiled, turning the TV off allowing Jo to sleep - she looked exhausted and probably needed all the rest she could get right now. Sam brushed a straying strand of hair from Jo's cheek causing her to stir a little.
"Shh… sleep," Sam whispered, watching Jo closely.
Jo looked up at Sam and sat slightly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I never meant to fall asleep on you."
"It's okay, honestly," Sam replied, her lips suddenly meeting Jo's as the two exchanged a soft, tender kiss.
After a few moments the two of them pulled away slowly, slightly breathless, looking into each other's eyes…
What did they feel? Regret? Love? Disgust? Or was it confusion? If you want to find out you know what to do -review! (Ooo that rhymed :P)