Never did like to swim.

This is part two. I didn't plan on doing it, but I thought it would be fun to see this from Sasha's point of view!

'Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.'

'Can I pick?'

(This prompt is the original.)

When Tom gets into a fight, Sasha has to deal with him and her emotions.

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"Seriously?" Sasha said for the fifth time as she glared over at Tom from the chair she was sat in. They were in the Emergency Department after Tom had been injured, but Sasha was a long way from feeling sympathetic.

"Sash…" Sasha gave him a look, one that Tom knew well, or had grown to know well over the last year. The look that told him to shut up and that she was not ready to deal with his excuses.

It had been close to a year since returning home and once back on the mainland, Tom and Sasha could no longer hide their relationship. After Tom made the decision not to throw her overboard, the pair could no longer deny that they were in love. They'd both been apart, they'd fallen in love with other people, but they'd found their way back to each other.

Tom called it fate.

Sasha called it elaborate Navy planning.

"It was a mistake," Tom tried to speak again, but Sasha simply shook her head. Tom smiled, seeing her annoyed shouldn't have made him smile but it did. It wasn't often she got annoyed, or more accurately, it wasn't often she got annoyed at him, which he could never quite figure out, but when she did get annoyed, she had the ability to make Tom find her even more attractive than he already did.

"Punching that guy was a mistake? Tom, you knew exactly what you were doing!" Sasha said, her voice getting louder as she spoke, drawing attention from the nurses who were stood at the nurses' station.

"Okay, but I never meant for it to get that far." That was him being honest, but he knew it wouldn't make a difference right now. They'd always been stubborn, both himself and Sasha. Right now, was no different, her argument was that Tom shouldn't have engaged, but Tom was sticking to his word, he hoped they could have this argument later, only because he knew they both had a very effective way to make up, but he knew how embarrassed she'd be if he said that out loud in public.

"And look where that go you. We are sat in the ER, you have a broken nose, a black eye, and a gash across your cheek. How are you going to explain this to the kids?" She asked, not bothering to lower her voice.

Tom sighed, explaining it to the kids would be hard, but he was sure he could play the story down, his kids would care, but just not enough to want all the details, but they were teenagers, he didn't expect anything different.

"You know, there was a time when you thought me getting into a fist fight was pretty hot," Tom said as he shifted his position on the hospital bed.

"Stop changing the subject," Sasha shot back but turning away from him. There was a time and still is a time. She was annoyed, but watching him take down the other guy, that was hot, hell, it had been hot since she watched him do it all those years ago in basic training, of course, the fact this time was real made it just that bit better, but right now she wanted him to suffer some more.

She knew he was in pain and later tonight she could be sympathetic and look after him, but he also knew how much she hated hospitals.

"Babe," Sasha turned to face him again, giving him another look, she was thankful that the nurse came over to stop her from saying something she probably shouldn't have done.

Once the nurse had finished looking over Tom's injuries they were able to go home, he had some painkillers of his injuries, a bandage on his nose and some dissolving stitches in his cheek, plus a follow up appointment.

But before they could leave, Sasha spent a moment thanking the nurse, sharing jokes about men and their pride. Tom would have said something, but he was in pain and a part of him was wondering if he'd be sleeping in bed or on the couch tonight.

"I'm sorry, Sash, but that guy…"

"I know," Sasha told him as they walked through the parking lot towards the car. Tom didn't say anything else, instead, he got into the car without a word, waiting for her to start the engine and take him home.

"What you did was stupid, and you are lucky because he was bigger than you and it could have been worse…"

"But?" Tom prompted her with a smile.

"But, it was hot. I don't think it will ever stop being hot…" Sasha muttered the last part, but Tom heard her loud and clear.

"You're still not done," Tom said, watching her. He knew her well enough to know when she had things on her mind, when she was holding back and when she was talking to fill the silence. He knew her.

"Right now, Tom Chandler, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge." Tom smiled but he was partly shocked at his own words being used against him.

"Can I pick?" He asked putting his hand on her thigh.

"I think I already know your answer." Tom nodded slightly, but he wasn't done yet, he still wanted to play along.

"Really, because I don't mind swimming…"

"Yeah, but you do mind not being able to see me in my underwear, so, I am pretty certain I know what your answer will be."

"Does this mean I am not sleeping on the couch?" Sasha smiled, leaning over to kiss him. The sympathy she knew she should have been feeling earlier taking over her mind.

She kissed him a few more times before answering his question.

"This means you're not getting thrown off a bridge."

Thank you for reading. I think this is now the end! Reviews mean everything! Bethany.