Chapter Two:- A Tent For Two
A/N:- Thanks for the reviews guys. Enjoy this last part! - Muzzy-Olórëa
This Chapter is Dedicated To:
Clintronic Waldrop – Thanks for the unjust praise, here's the last part for you!
Agent Elrond 007 – You obviously know more about helicopter than me and as you can see, your idea was probably right! One of these days I'm going to write something more angsty than fluffy! Hold me to that.
SparkingDiamond – Cute fluffy romance on a plate and being served up for you!
Does not Matter – Yay for the enthusiasm!
Mystic-Nightmares – Hmmm Does Sam tell Laura how he feels or not – that is the question!
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Sam lay down on his roll mat in his tent and tried to think things through. If hundreds of thousands had to stay in Mexico for at least two years before they could try migrating back then the Mexicans were going to get very irritated and the Americans were going to get very very bored. There had to be some alternative. Maybe he could talk to Brian about it. He was sure to be able to think something up and if he could not then there was no denying the fact that his Dad probably had.
Sam rolled over. Sleeping in a tent was not exactly his idea of comfort but he had better get used to it since it seemed to be the only alternative for the near future. Besides, it was much better than freezing to death in a library.
Just as he was on the point of falling asleep, he heard someone softly calling his name outside his tent. Rubbing his eyes Sam unzipped the door. "Laura, hey." he said surprised. She was carrying a bundle of blankets and an apologetic face.
"Sorry, do you reckon I could share your tent with you?" she asked anxiously.
Sam rubbed his eyes again; Was he really awake?
"It's just you can't really fit anyone else in Mum and Dad's tent and I thought you wouldn't mind ...." Laura explained.
"Erm, sure, come in." Sam said nervously, unzipping the door further. Laura climbed in and started to lay out her bedding as Sam budged up. "How are your parents?" he asked.
"Fine." she said, as she snuggled down under the blankets. The sound of bottles clinking and people talking outside could quite clearly be heard.
"Good."
Silence.
"Sam, I just want to say thanks."
"What for?"
"You know what for! You saved my life twice directly and many more times indirectly – I mean if you hadn't thought of sheltering in one room and fuelling the fire with books, none of us would have survived." Laura said quietly.
"Well, you saved my life too. If you hadn't used your body heat to keep me warm then, well, ironically, I would have frozen."
"That's different." Laura stated. "I just used my knowledge to help you. What you did was pure bravery. Seeing the huge mountain of water coming towards us and you still went out of your way to come back to rescue me. No one else would have done that."
"Well ..." Sam started, embarrassed. "Anything to save a friend."
"Thanks." Laura sighed, and she reached over and squeezed Sam's hand tightly. As she fell asleep, she still held Sam's hand in hers. Sam knew that he would not be getting a lot of sleep that night.
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It was a fortnight later and things had got into a devishly boring routine. They ate, they talked, they kicked a ball around, they slept. That was all there really was to do and to make matters worse, Laura was always with him - laughing, joking, looking stunningly beautiful in an old T-Shirt and a worn out pair of jeans......... His Mum and Dad were constantly giving him embarrassingly sly looks whilst she was around and Brian had been on his back for ages to tell her how he felt.
Just as Sam felt he would rather be stuck in the library, freezing to death than being out in Mexico, bored stiff, HQ announced that they would be holding a dance to which all the American refugees were invited. In fact, Mexico's nearest town was opening their shops on Sunday just for them so they could buy something nice to wear.
"Well, that's new." Laura said, coming up to Sam and handing him a leaflet advertising the dance. "You reckon you're going to go?" she asked, looking at him eagerly.
Sam shrugged. Dancing was not really his strong point.....
Laura's face fell ever so slightly, Sam felt his heart bounce. "Sure, I'll go and-" Pause. "Will you come with me?" he asked nervously.
Laura beamed. "Sure."
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It was the day of the dance and Sam waited patiently for Laura to emerge from the toilet block. She was wearing a strapless dress which flowed all the way down to her ankles and her hair flowed halfway down her back. "Ready?" she asked as Sam walked up to her, taking her hand. They walked silently to the dance floor where some lively disco music was playing. Sam could not think of anything to say. He was so nervous, he was sure that Laura must have been able to pick up on it.
Sam jerked awkwardly to Laura's lively dancing but after 40 minutes of humiliating himself he led her towards the river on the pretence of needing some air, and they sat down together. He stared at the ground in silence. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to ask her – to ask her what he had meaning to ask her for months now. He HAD to do it tonight – and not just for his own sanity – Brian had threatened to do it for him and he felt that he would feel even more humiliated at the fact that Laura rejected him through Brian than to his face.
"You're quiet tonight." Laura said with a smile, trying to get him to look at her.
"Hmmmm."
"In fact, you've been even more quiet than you usually are these past few days." she added. There was silence. "I get the feeling I may have done something wrong?" she hazarded.
Sam looked up at her quickly. "No, no, you haven't done anything wrong." Pause. "Actually, it's me." he said, struggling to meet her eye before backing down and staring blankly across the river.
Laura took his hand and moved closer to him as a slight breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. "It's you what?" she prodded.
Sam made himself look at her. Made himself stare into those beautiful brown eyes. "I, well, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for quite some time now but then the weather kinda got in the way and-"
"And?" Laura questioned, a smile playing on her lips. She could guess what was coming next – she had seen how he felt about her for ages, at least since they had arrived in New York, and she thought that Sam was the cutest, sweetest guy that she had ever had a crush on ........but it had taken him so long to work up the courage to tell her that Laura was tired of the feeling of anticipation she felt every time Sam opened his mouth to speak to her ..........
"And, I, well, you see...." Pause. "You look really pretty tonight."
"Thanks." Laura smiled. She had tried her best, she really had with the dress, with the hair and with the makeup but the daftest thing was that she knew Sam would think she was cute even if she was wearing an old flour sack – he was that kinda guy ....but she had thought that if she made an effort then maybe he would get the hint that him taking her to the dance really meant something to her.
"Well, you always look really pretty but tonight, especially." Sam said, nervously.
"Thanks Sam." Laura smiled. Come on, he must be on the verge of asking her .....
"You know, you and Brian are really great friends to me." Sam said.
Laura groaned inside. Why did he have to bring Brian up now? Surely he did not feel the same way about Brian as he felt about her ......if he did things could be about to become interesting. "Well, you guys are really good friends to me too." Laura said sincerely.
Sam stared at the river. According to his Dad then the water could rise by about 5 metres, flooding the land when the ice starts to melt. Joy.................... No, he could not do it. Yes he was a spineless chicken and everything else Brian had called him, and he even had to listen to his Dad telling him that girls preferred it if you asked them out face to face etc. and his Mum had told him how much Laura liked him .... but what if she did not like him like he liked her .... he could not risk his friendship for the sake of asking once question ....... "So what do you think of the music tonight?" he asked. "I think it could be worse – I mean we could have Salsa or-"
"Sam!" Laura cried, laughing at him.
"What?" he asked, turning to her.
Laura giggled and looked into his eyes, shaking her head slowly. "For a guy who can figure out how to survive the world's worst storm, you're pretty clueless."
Sam frowned, not following her thread.
"For a guy who can risk his life from man-eating wolves you're incredibly gutless." she said, continuing to giggle.
"What? I-" Sam stuttered.
Major Pause.
"Sam, will you go out with me?" she asked, her smile fading and looking at him seriously.
"Seriously, WHAT?" Sam asked, stunned.
Laura laughed. "Well, will you go out with me or what?" she demanded, bringing her head closer and closer to his, her eyes fixed on his lips.
Sam felt like this was one surreal dream. "Hell yes." he muttered before they brushed lips and succumbed to their feelings, kissing each other passionately.
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"Well I never!" exclaimed Professor Hall.
Sam and Laura broke apart in an instant and turned around.
"About time too!" smiled Lucy. She was all dressed up too and her husband was wearing a suit for once, his arm wrapped around his wife's shoulder.
Laura smiled at Sam's parents as her hand found its way into Sam's. Sam stared at his parents, speechless – WHY did they have to come now?!
"So he finally asked you then Laura?" winked Jack.
Laura laughed. "Actually I had to ask him." she said, giving Sam's hand a squeeze. She felt more at ease with Sam's parents than Sam himself.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it." smiled Lucy. "I had to propose to Jack otherwise we would never have made it to the altar!"
Laura laughed at rested her head on Sam's shoulder.
"Well, we'll have to think about getting you two separate tents now .... goodness knows-" started Jack.
Lucy hit him on the shoulder and dragged him away. "Have a good night kids!" she called over her shoulder.
Laura smiled and turned to Sam. "How long exactly have you liked me for?" she asked playfully.
Sam shook his head. "I'm not saying – it's too embarrassing." he laughed before leaning in for another kiss.
A/N:- Finito! Ahhhh fluffy ending! So what did you guys think? Should I write another DAT fic? Please review!
A/N:- Thanks for the reviews guys. Enjoy this last part! - Muzzy-Olórëa
This Chapter is Dedicated To:
Clintronic Waldrop – Thanks for the unjust praise, here's the last part for you!
Agent Elrond 007 – You obviously know more about helicopter than me and as you can see, your idea was probably right! One of these days I'm going to write something more angsty than fluffy! Hold me to that.
SparkingDiamond – Cute fluffy romance on a plate and being served up for you!
Does not Matter – Yay for the enthusiasm!
Mystic-Nightmares – Hmmm Does Sam tell Laura how he feels or not – that is the question!
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Sam lay down on his roll mat in his tent and tried to think things through. If hundreds of thousands had to stay in Mexico for at least two years before they could try migrating back then the Mexicans were going to get very irritated and the Americans were going to get very very bored. There had to be some alternative. Maybe he could talk to Brian about it. He was sure to be able to think something up and if he could not then there was no denying the fact that his Dad probably had.
Sam rolled over. Sleeping in a tent was not exactly his idea of comfort but he had better get used to it since it seemed to be the only alternative for the near future. Besides, it was much better than freezing to death in a library.
Just as he was on the point of falling asleep, he heard someone softly calling his name outside his tent. Rubbing his eyes Sam unzipped the door. "Laura, hey." he said surprised. She was carrying a bundle of blankets and an apologetic face.
"Sorry, do you reckon I could share your tent with you?" she asked anxiously.
Sam rubbed his eyes again; Was he really awake?
"It's just you can't really fit anyone else in Mum and Dad's tent and I thought you wouldn't mind ...." Laura explained.
"Erm, sure, come in." Sam said nervously, unzipping the door further. Laura climbed in and started to lay out her bedding as Sam budged up. "How are your parents?" he asked.
"Fine." she said, as she snuggled down under the blankets. The sound of bottles clinking and people talking outside could quite clearly be heard.
"Good."
Silence.
"Sam, I just want to say thanks."
"What for?"
"You know what for! You saved my life twice directly and many more times indirectly – I mean if you hadn't thought of sheltering in one room and fuelling the fire with books, none of us would have survived." Laura said quietly.
"Well, you saved my life too. If you hadn't used your body heat to keep me warm then, well, ironically, I would have frozen."
"That's different." Laura stated. "I just used my knowledge to help you. What you did was pure bravery. Seeing the huge mountain of water coming towards us and you still went out of your way to come back to rescue me. No one else would have done that."
"Well ..." Sam started, embarrassed. "Anything to save a friend."
"Thanks." Laura sighed, and she reached over and squeezed Sam's hand tightly. As she fell asleep, she still held Sam's hand in hers. Sam knew that he would not be getting a lot of sleep that night.
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It was a fortnight later and things had got into a devishly boring routine. They ate, they talked, they kicked a ball around, they slept. That was all there really was to do and to make matters worse, Laura was always with him - laughing, joking, looking stunningly beautiful in an old T-Shirt and a worn out pair of jeans......... His Mum and Dad were constantly giving him embarrassingly sly looks whilst she was around and Brian had been on his back for ages to tell her how he felt.
Just as Sam felt he would rather be stuck in the library, freezing to death than being out in Mexico, bored stiff, HQ announced that they would be holding a dance to which all the American refugees were invited. In fact, Mexico's nearest town was opening their shops on Sunday just for them so they could buy something nice to wear.
"Well, that's new." Laura said, coming up to Sam and handing him a leaflet advertising the dance. "You reckon you're going to go?" she asked, looking at him eagerly.
Sam shrugged. Dancing was not really his strong point.....
Laura's face fell ever so slightly, Sam felt his heart bounce. "Sure, I'll go and-" Pause. "Will you come with me?" he asked nervously.
Laura beamed. "Sure."
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It was the day of the dance and Sam waited patiently for Laura to emerge from the toilet block. She was wearing a strapless dress which flowed all the way down to her ankles and her hair flowed halfway down her back. "Ready?" she asked as Sam walked up to her, taking her hand. They walked silently to the dance floor where some lively disco music was playing. Sam could not think of anything to say. He was so nervous, he was sure that Laura must have been able to pick up on it.
Sam jerked awkwardly to Laura's lively dancing but after 40 minutes of humiliating himself he led her towards the river on the pretence of needing some air, and they sat down together. He stared at the ground in silence. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to ask her – to ask her what he had meaning to ask her for months now. He HAD to do it tonight – and not just for his own sanity – Brian had threatened to do it for him and he felt that he would feel even more humiliated at the fact that Laura rejected him through Brian than to his face.
"You're quiet tonight." Laura said with a smile, trying to get him to look at her.
"Hmmmm."
"In fact, you've been even more quiet than you usually are these past few days." she added. There was silence. "I get the feeling I may have done something wrong?" she hazarded.
Sam looked up at her quickly. "No, no, you haven't done anything wrong." Pause. "Actually, it's me." he said, struggling to meet her eye before backing down and staring blankly across the river.
Laura took his hand and moved closer to him as a slight breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. "It's you what?" she prodded.
Sam made himself look at her. Made himself stare into those beautiful brown eyes. "I, well, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for quite some time now but then the weather kinda got in the way and-"
"And?" Laura questioned, a smile playing on her lips. She could guess what was coming next – she had seen how he felt about her for ages, at least since they had arrived in New York, and she thought that Sam was the cutest, sweetest guy that she had ever had a crush on ........but it had taken him so long to work up the courage to tell her that Laura was tired of the feeling of anticipation she felt every time Sam opened his mouth to speak to her ..........
"And, I, well, you see...." Pause. "You look really pretty tonight."
"Thanks." Laura smiled. She had tried her best, she really had with the dress, with the hair and with the makeup but the daftest thing was that she knew Sam would think she was cute even if she was wearing an old flour sack – he was that kinda guy ....but she had thought that if she made an effort then maybe he would get the hint that him taking her to the dance really meant something to her.
"Well, you always look really pretty but tonight, especially." Sam said, nervously.
"Thanks Sam." Laura smiled. Come on, he must be on the verge of asking her .....
"You know, you and Brian are really great friends to me." Sam said.
Laura groaned inside. Why did he have to bring Brian up now? Surely he did not feel the same way about Brian as he felt about her ......if he did things could be about to become interesting. "Well, you guys are really good friends to me too." Laura said sincerely.
Sam stared at the river. According to his Dad then the water could rise by about 5 metres, flooding the land when the ice starts to melt. Joy.................... No, he could not do it. Yes he was a spineless chicken and everything else Brian had called him, and he even had to listen to his Dad telling him that girls preferred it if you asked them out face to face etc. and his Mum had told him how much Laura liked him .... but what if she did not like him like he liked her .... he could not risk his friendship for the sake of asking once question ....... "So what do you think of the music tonight?" he asked. "I think it could be worse – I mean we could have Salsa or-"
"Sam!" Laura cried, laughing at him.
"What?" he asked, turning to her.
Laura giggled and looked into his eyes, shaking her head slowly. "For a guy who can figure out how to survive the world's worst storm, you're pretty clueless."
Sam frowned, not following her thread.
"For a guy who can risk his life from man-eating wolves you're incredibly gutless." she said, continuing to giggle.
"What? I-" Sam stuttered.
Major Pause.
"Sam, will you go out with me?" she asked, her smile fading and looking at him seriously.
"Seriously, WHAT?" Sam asked, stunned.
Laura laughed. "Well, will you go out with me or what?" she demanded, bringing her head closer and closer to his, her eyes fixed on his lips.
Sam felt like this was one surreal dream. "Hell yes." he muttered before they brushed lips and succumbed to their feelings, kissing each other passionately.
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"Well I never!" exclaimed Professor Hall.
Sam and Laura broke apart in an instant and turned around.
"About time too!" smiled Lucy. She was all dressed up too and her husband was wearing a suit for once, his arm wrapped around his wife's shoulder.
Laura smiled at Sam's parents as her hand found its way into Sam's. Sam stared at his parents, speechless – WHY did they have to come now?!
"So he finally asked you then Laura?" winked Jack.
Laura laughed. "Actually I had to ask him." she said, giving Sam's hand a squeeze. She felt more at ease with Sam's parents than Sam himself.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it." smiled Lucy. "I had to propose to Jack otherwise we would never have made it to the altar!"
Laura laughed at rested her head on Sam's shoulder.
"Well, we'll have to think about getting you two separate tents now .... goodness knows-" started Jack.
Lucy hit him on the shoulder and dragged him away. "Have a good night kids!" she called over her shoulder.
Laura smiled and turned to Sam. "How long exactly have you liked me for?" she asked playfully.
Sam shook his head. "I'm not saying – it's too embarrassing." he laughed before leaning in for another kiss.
A/N:- Finito! Ahhhh fluffy ending! So what did you guys think? Should I write another DAT fic? Please review!