Okay, this will be a series of song-fic's and maybe a few one-shots. My goal is to pick a new song and make it into a song-fic once a week. I may use songs that other authors have used and I'm not trying to over-ride you, out-do you, out-write you, or steal your ideas. If you have any ideas for songs, just PM me. I really prefer country, but I'll listen to anything that's not hard rock or rap. Best Wishes! Please Review.
Don't Take The Girl - Tim McGraw
~ Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing when he was eight years old ~
~ A little girl came through the front gate ~
~ Holding a fishing pole ~
~ His dad looked down and smiled, said "We can't leave her behind" ~
~ Son I know you don't want her to go, but someday you'll change your mind ~
~ And Johnny said, "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, ~
~ Take my best friend Bo, take anybody as long as she don't go ~
~ Take any boy in the world, Daddy, please don't take the girl ~
Jake and his dad had been planing this outing for a month flat, they were going to load up all their tackle and fishing poles, head to the lake at War Drum Flats, and spend a father-son day fishing. Just him and his dad. No big brothers stealing all his dad's attention, no more big brothers teasing and picking on him. In fact, even if it did rain, it would be okay, considering Mom had made Quinn and Brian do all his chorus, while him and his dad packed up the truck, preparing for the coming day's adventures.
"Aw man, I forgot. Well, looks like we'll have to stop by River Bend before we head to the lake, son." said Luke. "I've got to return Wyatt's books."
"BUMMER!" Jake's mind screamed. He knew he'd have to put up with Wyatt's bratty daughter, Sam, while his dad got stuck talking. "Well, there goes a half hour we could've been fishing." his mind blurbed again. After his dad kissed his mom good-by, they piled into their old rusty puck-up, and headed to River Bend Ranch. Jake sighed.
As their fathers spoke to each other, Jake and Samantha watched the River Bend horses, as they bickered about what horses were prettier.
"Sure," Jake heard his dad's voice carry across the ranch yard over the Brat's chirpy voice, "She can come."
At those words reached poor Jake's ears, at pit formed in his stomach. "He couldn't mean what I think he means, he wouldn't. Okay, yeah, he would." the words registered on his mind. Making a rash decision, Jake jumped to his feet and ran to his dad's side.
"Did you just say SHE could come." Jake wasn't about to waste time finding out what he needed to know.
"Yes, I hope that's okay." Jake's father spoke, his tone low and reprimanding, yet amused.
"Dad, why can't we take Quinn? Or Darrel? Or any boy? Just not her." Jake whined.
"Too late, Son. We're committed." said his father. Now his voice wad more amused that reprimanding.
Just then, Sam came skipping out holding her father's fishing pole and a sandwich. The fishing pole looked massive next to her tiny frame.
"You're taking mine?" Wyatt laughed. "Well, I guess that's fine, just don't tangle the line." Wyatt had to admit, he was pretty proud of his little, over-all wearing, spitting- with -the- best- of - them, wrestling - in - the - dirt, fishing-with his pole- with the neighbor boy, just like him when he was a kid, beautiful, little cowgirl.
Jake,on the other hand, was rather jealous and put-out through- out the rest of the day. As expected, Sam stole the show, catching eight fish. He was also a little embarrassed to be fishing with a little, hand- me- down, tweety bird, fishing pole. Especially, when Sam and his dad got the grown-up poles. How was that fair? After all, Sam was younger than him. Right?
But, the whole day wasn't a total waste. After about an hour, Jake just got over himself. He started a decent conversation with Sam and wound up having a...good time.
~ Same ole boy, same sweet girl, ten years down the road ~
~ He held her close, and kissed her lips if front of the picture show ~
~ Stranger came and pulled a gun, grabbed her by the arm ~
~ said, "If you do what I tell you to there won't be any harm ~
~ and Johnny said, "Take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards ~
~ here's the watch the my grandpa gave me ~
~ here's the key to my car. Mister give it a whril ~
~ But please, Don't take the girl. ~
About ten years later, Sam and Jake had started dating. They both knew their relationship wasn't just some high school fling, it was something much more than that. Often Samantha thought Jake could read her mind. And Jake thought the same about Sam. They saw each other every day, and enjoyed it, but because of that little fact, they rarely went out in public for a date. Let alone San Francisco.
It was their one-year dating anniversary, and Jake had surprised Sam by taking her to San Francisco to visit her aunt.
They had both gotten so board just sitting in Aunt Sue's apartment they'd decided to go out to a movie. They enjoyed it, too.
On their way out, someone pulled a gun, and just as Jake was about to shove Sam behind him and take the guy out, he grabbed Sam by the arm and pushed the gun to her head. An overwhelming urge to trade places with her, save her in any way possible washed over him. It was then he realized how much a part of him she was.
Unmistakeable fear glassed over Sam's eyes. Though she tried to mask it, and the perfect stranger might buy her act, but Jake didn't. She flinched, as he was not gentle. Jake was protective, a little over-protective at times, and he was prepared to give up everything to keep his girl safe. Even his life, without even questioning it.
"Hey man, look, I'll give you whatever you want, just let her go." It was taking all Jake's self-control, but it would be worth it if Sam came out okay.
"Do what I say, and she'll go free." the gunman stated, with the demanding air of royalty. Ironic, considering he's scum. Jake thought humorlessly.
"All right, okay, I'll do whatever you say." the words would normally kill Jake, but he'd do anything to keep his Sam safe.
"Wallet." demanded the gunman. Reaching into his back pocket, he tossed his wallet in the direction.
"Keys." without even thinking he reached into his front jean pocket, and tossed his keys towards the gunman. Then noticing the gunman kept staring at his watch he passed that over too. "MAN, that was the watch Grandfather gave me when I turned eighteen."
Jake's mind scolded him, but before he could feel the least bit guilty, Sam's whimper broke into his thoughts.
Just then, Sam was shoved toward him. With open arms, Jake held her in a tight embrace, kissing her soft, dry lips. He could tell she was shaken. Literally, she was shaking. "She must be going into shock." Jake hated feeling helpless and scared, especially when it came to his Sam. He released her from his embrace just long enough to shed his jacket. He wrapped it around her shoulders, and, putting his arm around her waste, he walked her to the nearest bench.
"Hey," he started," remember the time you, me and Dad went fishing in the lake at War Drum flatts?" he asked. Hoping to distract her from their latest adventure. A slight nod of her head confirmed that she did.
"What about the time you were held at gunpoint? oh yeah, that was just now." he joking teased.
"Why did you do all that?" sam asked, as if she'd not heard anything he'd just said.
"Cause I love you. More than anything. All those things I gave that guy, were just temporary. They were just physical. You mean more to me than anything I've ever owned. I don't know what my life would be without you."
Looking up to meet his gaze, she could have said anything.
"That's the most I've ever heard you talk. In fact, I'm pretty sure that was a run-on sentence."
With their foreheads touching, their laughter was punctuated with sweet, tender kisses.
It was then, that they knew- for sure- that their love would last forever.
~ Same ole boy, Same sweet girl, five years down the road ~
~ there's going to be a little one, and she says it's time to go ~
~ Doctor says, "The baby's fine, but you'll have to leave, cause his mama's fading fast ~
~ And Johnny hit his knees, and then he prayed, ~
~ Take the very breath you gave me, Take the heart from my chest ~
~ I'll gladly take her place if you'll let me, Make this my last request ~
~ Take me out of this world, God, please don't take the girl ~
Sure enough, Jake and Sam tied the knot three years later. After two years of married life, they decided to try for a child. And when Sam came home with a "I love my mommy's Mustang" baby tee shirt, Jake flipped out. He couldn't stop talking. After calling the Foresters and Elys, he scoped Sam up and, giving her a passionate kiss, let out a cowboy yell.
"I think you could've skipped the calling around, and just done that in the first place." Sam teased. However, the only response she got was a very wonderful kiss.
As Sam's time got closer, Jake became nervous. Once, Sam walked in on him packing one of her suitcases, when he turned around, Sam burst out laughing. Jake, in order to transport almost all of her close to the bed, had put one of her dress's hangers over his head. He dropped the close on their bed, and looked as if he didn't know what was so funny. "Why is she laughing? This is a serious matter. She could go into labor any second." Jake thought. He walked over to his wife to see what was so funny, the dress around his his neck obviously forgotten. Sam managed to pull herself together enough to say, "It's not your color." and then resumed laughing.
Now here she was, in the hospital, giving birth to their child. She thought everything was going fine, until the doctor ushered Jake out of the room. Before she knew what was happening, she was being told that something was wrong. Really wrong.
Meanwhile, Jake was in the hall, pacing like a caged lion. When the doctor emerged from the hospital room, Sam's scream followed. Jake wanted nothing more than to push aside the doctor and go be with Sam, but he stayed. He'd have to listed to what the doctor was saying, even though he had a feeling he wasn't going to like what he was about to say. Apparently, something had gone wrong, and, as Jake was informed, Sam had almost no chance of living through it.
So, Jake moved from the seat he was sitting in and, on his knees, he began to pray. He prayed as he hadn't prayed in ten years. Lord, not her, not our child. Take me instead, I'll do whatever it takes, God, just don't take them. Everyone says You're a god of mercy, and Lord, I'm begging you to have mercy on my wife and child. I'll take their place, if you let me.
Before Jake's pleaful whispers could reach the ears of man, the doctor again emerged from the hospital room. Jake looked up at him, his eyes begging him to give him good news, and if it wasn't good news, to just pull it off fast like a band-aid.
"I don't believe I'm saying this, but I think your wife is going to be just fine. So's the baby." the doctor's white coat billowed around him as he continued walking on to the next room, leaving Jake on his knees, looking up at the hospital sealing.
As Jake entered the room, he saw his wife dozing peacefully, while holding their beautiful baby boy.
"Hey, you", he whispered softly to his child, "Welcome to the world. And you," he turned his attention to Sam, " Thanks for staying in this world. And you," he looked up at the sealing, "Thanks for not taking the girl."
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