So, I'm kind of just getting back into writing. so have mercy on me please XD Anywho! Just feltlike writing some Sam/Barid. I don't own anything! Hope you enjoy the first chapter. A new one is on the way!
Samantha Byrne felt a hint of sadness as she contemplated life after the war. What would she do? Fighting was all she knew. Fighting, and giving Damon Barid hell. And what of Barid? What would he do? Would she see him again? As cocky as the bastard was, and as much as they fought, Sam liked to entertain the notion that they had at least grown to be friends.
Laying her head back against the pillow, she let her eyes drift shut. She really shouldn't be thinking about this before trying to sleep. It always ended the same way. A long restless night filled with a bottle of scotch and some over thinking.
She couldn't really define what it was she felt for Barid, but she had come to rely on him in some ways. The gruff, over sarcastic blonde had a way of always bringing a smile to her face. Even when he was throwing his nasty insults at her. And he never let her down. He had saved her ass, and the other way around, countless times. But that was what squad mates did. Squad mates. Was that really all they were?
They would tease each other constantly about a future together, and how it would just be one of them attempting to kill the other the whole time. But was it so crazy to think they could be happy together? That they could sustain a healthy relationship and enjoy each others company? Of course they would occasionally grow tired of one another. But that was only natural.
She found herself wondering if Barid thought this way too. Maybe it was bothering him as much as it was her? Probably not, but it was nice to dabble in the idea. No, she was most definitely the only one spending sleepless nights mooning over that narcissistic little bitch of a man. And the feelings could not possibly be mutual.
Yet she felt the need to find out. If there was even a chance of it, she would continue to hope. So there was only one way to settle this. She would have to hear it straight from the horses mouth. Or in this case, the ass.
But that seemed like a terrible idea. Especially at this hour. He would be pissed that she had woken him up and then he would most likely just slam the door in her face.
But if she didn't do it now she knew she never would. This was a now or never situation, and she damn well knew it. And with that she kicked off the covers and forced herself out of bed. This wishing and wanting was going to end one way or another. Be it with or without Damon Barid staying in the picture…