First Date

By now, I'm sure a lot of you know how I don't like to write fics the way most ppl do, and I aim to be different in most cases. That being said, here's my first, and probably only Sam/Stuart fanfic. There are alot of sp elements though

I am expecting zero reviews, any more would be a bonus. I'm just writing this to be different :D

That being said, I would also be happy with 0 hate-mail. ;)

This is set sometime in the near future, from Stuart's POV.

I can't believe she's here. With me. I'm sitting in the best restaurant in town, which will put quite a dent in my wallet, but I don't care, because I'm on my first date with Sam Nixon since we broke up over the whole pregnancy fiasco, and she actually seems like she's enjoying herself.

When she got made DI, I was sure that our relationship would never be the same again. When she told Phil and I, we shared a look, and I knew that for possibly the first time ever, we were thinking exactly the same thing: What are we going to do now?

Neither of us had any idea what to say, that much was clear, but somehow Phil managed to recover quicker than I did, hugging her, kissing her on the cheek and congratulating her. Definitely doing all the things a good friend should, while I stood there acting like a gormless idiot.

However, things soon started to work in my favour. Phil is rebellious in nature. He never used to listen to Neil half the time, and now that Sam shares his power… well let's just say Phil doesn't like being ordered around by a woman he used to date. It was just minor things of course. Phil wouldn't dare disobey on anything major, but it was the small things that really started to annoy Sam. Eventually her patience with him snapped, and they had a massive argument in the DI's office. The door was shut, so no one could make out exactly what was being said, but we got the general idea. The very next day, Phil filed for a transfer, and he was gone within a week.

On his last day, they avoided each other like the plague and as far as anyone else knows, they didn't say a proper goodbye. She coped a lot better than I imagined though, and when I asked her out a week later, she agreed, with no trace of regret or guilt in her voice.

The dates going well, but I know that if we are to ever succeed in a proper relationship, like the one I crave from her, we need to be open with each other, about the present, and the past. We need to speak about that taboo subject that was the end of us the first time, her miscarriage.

Of course I was scared of her pregnancy. We hadn't planned it, and we weren't prepared. It's only natural. Even her then precious Phil Hunter always ran a mile when he knocked up one of his many conquests, or so the rumours say. However, she branded me immature and unready for a 'proper' relationship with her, and we split, only for her to tumble into bed with possibly the most emotionally stunted man on the planet. How she ever thought she would be able to sustain anything resembling a relationship with that arrogant sex addict is beyond me. Yet, for a while they stayed strong, despite his obvious confusion over where their boundaries were and her growing annoyance at his need to flaunt their relationship everywhere.

I was nervous when I asked her on this date. I was sure she'd say no, because everyone who ever saw them together imagined that Phil and Sam were meant to be, despite the obvious destructive nature of their relationship. I don't think she ever loved him, but of course it's impossible to tell. When we were together the first time, wherever I'd go, I would be faced with constant reminders of him. Pictures of them together in her house, taken at times when they were just friends and those taken when they were lovers. Her birthday present from Phil, a book on criminology, sits permanently by her bedside while my necklace was thrown into a jewellery box at the first opportunity, never to emerge again. She brushed it off, saying Phil knows her better than anyone. What's that supposed to mean though? That I'll never take his place as the most important guy in her life, even though he's transferred? It's a daunting thought, but I know I need to ignore all negative thoughts such as these if we ever have a hope in Hell of surviving.

The next day

It had all been going so well too. Of course, that was the night that Phil Hunter chose to ring Sam for the first time since his departure, suggesting meeting her for coffee, as 'Just Friends.' As if that could ever work. Whether or not he has a hidden agenda is irrelevant. Phil has no self control, that much is painfully certain. Sam, of course accepted, seeing as he's Phil Hunter. The greatest man in the world in her eyes. All that remains to be seen is how much Sam can restrain herself, and how much loyalty she feels towards me at this early stage in our new relationship. The history is definitely there, but then again she has some with Phil. Much more than she has with me actually. So our whole relationship is basically riding on how well my sort of girlfriend can resist Phil Hunter's charms. I am so screwed.

The following week

I knew it. Once again, just as Sam and I are getting back together, Phil just had to swoop in being all charming and everything she looks for in a man, and let's face it, why would she want me when she could have him? The bloody love of her life. Next time I see him, I'm definitely going to throttle him. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? He left! He walked out on her! He should have forfeited any chance at any relationship ever with her in that one single move, but he's still in the picture.

He kissed her on their 'just friends coffee date.' I know he's a sex addict, but he's moving fast even by his standards. And now she's 'thinking' about our future together. Now all I can do is wait. The logical choice is me. I'm a better man than Hunter ever has a hope of being. The answer should be obvious. It won't be though. The very fact she has to think is an indication of that. I just hope that she can see past any visions she's built up of Phil in her head, to the real adulterous, unworthy man he truly is.

The Following year

It's been a year since Samantha Nixon, the love of my life, picked me over him. After that final rejection, she never saw him again. She's with me now, and we're incredibly in love. We have a house together, she's pregnant again, and I'm ready to pop the question. The pictures of Hunter are out of the house. I don't know what she did with them, and quite honestly, I don't care, as long as I don't have to look at them. However, one thing bothers me. I've still never seen that necklace worn, and that book is still sitting as if glued to that cabinet by her bedside…

If any SP fans actually made it to the bottom, I'm considering an epilogue, in which after their 'just friends' kiss, they start having an affair :D

Tell me what you think of the fic, and the idea please :D