Strings
By Lacey52
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Note: Okay well, getting back to actually writing what people wanted me to…this one's for Fanficaholic. I wonder if you even remember requesting this one…ah well, hope you enjoy it!
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Couple: Tucker Foley and Sam Manson
Rating: K
Genre: Slight romance/slight angst.
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They pulled one another along, each holding the other's strings and never realizing it, thinking it was all one-sided. The couple could make their significant other do the craziest things sometimes and all of it was because of the strings.
In the beginning it was Tucker who first came to notice the strange grip Sam had upon him. One look, a fleeting glance, and he would drop whatever he was doing to go to her. To ask what she needed or wanted.
Not that he was always happy with this strange pull. No, far from it as most of the time he was quite discontent. He always would do what she wished, and it was all because he had, for some completely unexplainable reason, fallen head over heels for her. He was convinced that he was mad.
Everyday it was the same, the tug of the strings pulled him wherever she willed and he could do nothing to stop it. He never struggled though, and that was one of the most puzzling things to him.
Why not put up an effort? Why not try to gain some freedom, to gain thoughts that didn't revolve around her? Why, why, why? And the only answer he could find was so simple and terrifying he refused to think about it.
If he tried to break away, maybe she would cut the strings and leave him with nothing to hold him up.
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She never really considered it until she realized how badly she wanted it to happen. Had never thought on it, but had thought of it every second of everyday. Had always pushed herself one way, when in reality she was always pulled the other.
Anything Tucker did was pushed away with sarcasm, with a witty reply, with a shrug and folded arms…and Sam loved it. He would play word games, make fun of her like no one else would, make her think, make her want to hate him…and that made it all the worse because she couldn't.
Best friend, then…what? Sam could never decide, but she could always feel the tug from him to her, as if he held her with strings that she couldn't break…not that she wanted to. She never wanted to loose the tension that he provided, because it was wonderfully constricting.
Sam concluded that she was mad after she had that thought.
Who wanted to be constricted? You do, a little voice whispered to her late one night.
Yes, she loved Danny, but Danny didn't hold her strings like he did.
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And so, they pulled one another along, each holding the other's strings and never realizing it, thinking it was all one-sided. They never tried for anything, the pull was so bittersweet and wonderful, they never really had to. It was all there between them, and no one would ever have to know or see. The strings of the puppets, and maybe ties that bind, but never anything more, and never anything less.
Strings were all they had, but in the world of the marionette, 'twas the strings that controlled all.
