Title: Stay...
Character: Luka - Luka/Sam
Season 11, Back In The World
Rating: G
If I build a wall a hundred feet tall
Would that keep you in
If I shackle your feet
So you couldn't leave
Would you try and run
He watches her silent form sitting on the sofa, her elbow propped against the arm with her teeth worrying her thumbnail. Her eyes are glazed, as though she is in another world and he sighs.
She is always like this, now. She accuses him of being distant but she was not much better. She always retreats into herself whenever they are at home together and sitting peacefully. She has the TV on, remote in hand flicking idly from one channel to the next stopping briefly to watch a few minutes of the Redskins and Giants game. He watches her, as she bites at her bottom lip, drawing it between her lips and he remembers a time where it would be him nibbling on her lip and her writhing underneath him. That time was no more.
He gets up silently and moves towards the kitchen. Her eyes never leave the screen. They haven't spoken since she got in from her shift at county and he knows that when they do, it won't be in a calm peaceful manner. He knows that she is mad that he attacked Steve in front of Alex but what was he supposed to do? Let him take her son? No. That wasn't likely.
If I promise not to fight
At least not tonight
would you stay the night
"Do you want a drink?"
He knows that she won't take it – not from him. He asks anyway and stands in front of the refrigerator awaiting her answer. The cool air hits him and he shivers slightly, his feet cooling on the tiled floor. The chilling glow from the open door is the only light in the apartment: downstairs at least. He looks up the stairs towards Alex's room but he sees nothing. He sighs.
He bends over at the waist, leaning into the cool air to retrieve a bottle of beer. His stash, he notices, is distinctly low and he wonders suddenly when he started to drink every night.
If I poured another drink,
What would you think
About staying in
The bottle is cold on his palm, the neck dripping with water as he snaps the cap off. He doesn't bother with a glass. His foot pushes the door closed and he turns, then stops. She's behind him, looking at the floor, her teeth worrying her lip again.
He frowns. This isn't how it normally happens. Normally, he has to beg her to speak to him, to tell him the truth.
She looks up then, tears welling in her eyes and he pulls his lips in between his teeth, mimicking her gesture. He hates seeing her cry. It is even worse knowing that he is the cause.
"I…"
She stops and gulps down and takes a swig of his bottle that he freely relinquishes. It's a start, he knows.
"Thank you," she whispers.
His frown deepens. What?
"What?"
"Thank you, for stopping him… I… don't know what I would have done… if he had taken Alex… he's my life. Thank God you got there when you did."
Now he understands.
"I couldn't let him just take him, Sam. I won't let him ruin your lives anymore. I won't let him take you. I can't." He swallows himself, fights the urge to close off. He knows that he has to tell her how he really feels. "I can't lose you, or Alex. You're my life now…"
If I was sincere
And whispered my fears
would you still be here
She looks up, unshed tears glittering in her eyes.
"Hold me."
And that is it, he realises. That is all she is going to say. A part of him is glad. A part of him, strangely, is disappointed. He doesn't dispute the matter, simply steps towards her and envelopes her in his arms.
He doesn't say anything.
He doesn't need to.
Would you stay?
Would you stay with me
Would you stay
with me...
Song: Michelle Featherstone – Stay