Edit: 3.30.15

AN: Here is Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy!

Work was always the same, she found herself looking at the clock constantly egger to get out of the filthy place, but she was also found herself wondering what Thor was up to. He confused the hell out of her, but she wasn't sure what to do about him. She believed his stories, due to the little details he told her about and she considered it to be one of those well hidden secrets amongst the world. Looking up at the clock once more, she whipped down the bar counter, waiting for the bartender to fill up her order for a table.

"Ok what's going on?" The bartender and one of her best friend Tyler asked.

"Nothing." She shook her head.

"Please Sammie, don't insult my intelligence. There is something going on. You keep looking at the clock every five minutes."

"I don't think you would believe me even if I did tell you." She said with a slight smirk.

"Try me." He said setting the four drinks on her tray.

"Let me run these and then I'll be back." She nodded. Sammie walked over to the table setting the drinks down with ease. "How does everything look?" She asked the group of men.

"Looking pretty fine to me." A man spoke his words slurred from all the alcohol. Sammie looked up to see that the man was looking down her shirt, with a big smile on his face. Glaring at the customer she turned to walk away when the man decided he wasn't through talking to her.

"Now wait a minute I'm not done with you." One of the men spoke catching her arm and pulling her back to him.

"Let go of me." She demanded wincing slightly as his grip tightened, most likely going to leave a bruise.

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" He sneered, his liquored breath blowing into her face. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tyler making her way towards them, the bars security right behind him. She tried to pull away from him but it was no use, his grip was too strong and he towered over her having the advantage.

"I am going to ask you to unhand her, and leave the bar." Larry one of the security guards spoke his voice rough in anger.

"Make me," The drunk man taunted like a child unaware that that would be exactly what they would do if he didn't cooperate. Larry grabbed onto the man's wrist slowly peeling his fingers off one by one, while Dean, the other guard kept the man's friends away. As soon as she was away from the man's grasp she got away from him, stepping next to Tyler.

"Are you ok?" Tyler questioned.

"I'm fine." She nodded watching as Larry and Dean gave the group of men the lecture about hands off the employees that they had to give to every scum who tried something in the bar, before escorting them outside.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Tyler questioned.

"I'm really fine, don't worry." She said with a smile before going to check on her other tables.

The house was silent as she tiptoed into the house. She figured Thor was already asleep seeing as it was nearly 3am. Cringing as the front door squeaked opened, she quickly slipped inside and locked the door. Laying sprawled out on the couch was Thor, his body hanging over the edge too small to hold him. The TV light was the only thing lighting up the house. He obviously was trying to wait up for her but fell asleep in the process. She couldn't help but smile, it was sweet really but she wished he didn't bother. The couch wasn't going to agree with him in the morning which was why she lent him her bed. Slipping out of her shoes, setting her bag down she quietly moved over to him, and pulled the blanket from the chair moving to cover him. After shutting off the TV she quietly made her way upstairs to get cleaned up.

Sighing as the warm water flowed over her muscles, she couldn't help but be thankful to wash away her nights work. Just like any other night her shift didn't go smoothly. She wasn't sure what she was hoping from the dingy bar, but she never expected it to always be so bad. Turning off the now cold water she stepped outside of the shower to see the steam filled room. Pulling on her pajamas, she was barely able to make it to her pillow before falling asleep.

Getting home only hours ago never stopped her from waking up early, so she wasn't surprised to find herself up at 7am starting breakfast. Glancing at Thor's sleeping body she pulled out pans and ingredients as quietly as she could. She cringed as her elbow hit the panhandle sending it to the floor with a loud clank.

"Sam!" Thor bellowed waking at once before climbing off the couch coming to her aid.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." She apologized grabbing the pan off the floor giving it a rinse before setting it back on the stove.

"Are you ok?" He questioned his eyes searching for danger.

"I'm fine. Just clumsy." She nodded. Looking over at him she could see how tense he was as if on high alert, he told her about the battles he's been in. She couldn't image always having to be prepared for battle, let along battling at all.

"Are you sure?" He asked looking her over, his eyes stopping at the large bruise on her arm. "What's this?" Following his eyes she saw he was looking at where a drunk man grabbed her the night before.

"It's nothing." She shook her head, not wanting to get into last night's details.

"It doesn't look like nothing," He said grabbing her hand to get a better look at the bruise on her forearm. "How did you get this?"

"One of the men last night got a little aggressive." She admitted seeing he wasn't going to let it go. Sammie wasn't too bothered by it, having been used to the bars customers behavior before, in some cases much worse.

"A man did this to you?" Thor thundered his face filled with shock.

"Yeah, it's really not that big of deal."

"Not a big deal! A man should never lay a hand on a maiden."

"Welcome to earth," She spoke bitterly. She wasn't foreign to his behavior, she spent most of her childhood watching her foster father beat his wife, and occasionally her. It all just depended on the day, if she did anything wrong she was disciplined for hours.

"Let's go out to breakfast." She spoke hoping to change the subject.

"That sounds good, do they have your pancakes you make?" Thor asked allowing her to change the subject but still found himself staring at her bruise. On Asgard, it was forbidden to hit the women. Women were respected and protected. Hurting a female was punishable for fifty whips. Needless to say, there was a very small amount of men that had to be punished.

"You are in for a treat." She beamed excited to take him out to breakfast. "Get changed and we can go."

"Yes ma'am." He spoke with a smile, remembering the saying from a television show that he watched the night before.

Once again he found himself sitting hunched in her small car, his head grazing the top, his legs having no room.

"Oh there is a lever below your seat you can pull to get more room." She said felling stupid for not remembering before. Sammie couldn't help but smile as she watched him fumble to find the lever, his limbs getting in the way. She thanked the heavens that she was so small and never had those types of problems.

"Are you laughing at me?" He demanded, his eyes sparkling. She had a very pretty smile.

"I'm sorry." She giggled.

"Maybe you could help me instead of laughing." He smiled his eyes crinkling as he looked at her.

"But that's not nearly as fun." She smirked but sat up on her chair, taking pity on him, to reach over him and pull the lever. The seat easily slide back because of the incline her driveway had, causing her to lose her balance. She felt large hands holding her waist and couldn't help the blush that covered her cheeks.

"Be careful little one." Thor spoke his voice soft with care.

"Why do you always call me that?" She asked slowly moving back to her seat, out of his strong hands.

"Because you are Tiny." He smirked.

"I am 5' 2"," She defended crossing her arms of her chest, "You are just a giant."

"I guess I am. We balance each other," he flirted.

"Um, yeah." She stuttered looking away from him. Sammie started the car, refusing to look at him, when she wasn't sure what was happening. Rarely did she find herself flirting with a guy, having such feelings for one, but Thor was different. There was something about him that made her heart flutter.

The car ride was silent, but not uncomfortable. Sammie was concentrating on the road, occasionally sneaking glances at Thor, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did, but he didn't say anything. There wasn't much that slipped his attention, having to always be alert in battles, but he didn't want to embarrass her. Although he wasn't going to lie, he really liked the blush that appeared on her cheeks as she became flustered. Together they walked into the small diner, Sammie leading Thor, him so much taller than she was, defiantly brought attention to themselves.

"Oh Samantha you're back." The elderly waitress and owner, Mimzi, of the restaurant greeted as her came over to take their order. "And who is this handsome lad you have with you?"

"This is Thor, he's just a friend." Sammie said with a smile, noting how Thor's cheeks turned slightly pink at the old women's affections.

"Well he is a pretty fine looking friend." Mimzi smiled nudging Sammie, causing her to melt with embarrassment. But she knew that was what mothers were supposed to do, and Mimzi was the closest thing she had to a mom, so she would gladly take her embarrassing her over not having her apart of her life. "What could I get you guys started with?"

"I will have a coffee," Thor said remembering the energizing drink she gave him before.

"Same for you?" Mimzi asked as she nodded her head.

"Yes, thank you." Sammie said with a smile as she watched Mimzi walk away. When she turned her head back to the table she noticed that Thor was looking at the menu in awe.

"What do you usually get?" He asked as he noticed he had her attention.

"I usually get the buttermilk pancakes," She said pointing to the meal on his menu. "But I would also recommend the stuffed omelet, those are also so delicious."

"I will go with that," Thor said with a smile.

Breakfast was going smoothly and they were talking a lot, and Sammie was finding herself enjoying herself enjoying his company. She was quickly learning that while he wasn't very serious, he wasn't arrogant and he knew when to be serious. One of her favorite things about his was that he was a large intimidating man to those who didn't know him and would fear him because his size, but in reality he was a gentle giant.

"Man I am stuffed." She said leaning back in the booth.

"That was delicious, I am glad I went with the omelet." Thor said as he ate every last bite off his plate. Sammie smiled and pulled out some cash before looking out the window. "Is there any place you would like to go before we head back to my pace?" She asked.

"Not that I know of, I would like to go to your place and chill." He said with a hesitant smile.

"What type of TV were you watching?' She giggled knowing that there was no way he would normally say that type of lingo.

"I cannot remember but I thought it was very odd." He said with a furrow of his brow as he tried to recall the name of the television show.

"A lot of what's on TV is very odd." She nodded. "There are a lot worse thing that you could have been watching last night."

Sammie paid for their breakfast and after a quick car ride, they found themselves sitting in her living room, watching a cooking show. She actually watched some of the cooking shows, because she was weird and found them entertaining. After trying to turn the channel to find something Thor would like better, she was stopped. Thor seemed to be entranced by the TV watching as they completed each step in the recipe, only asking her a few times what they were actually doing.

"You seem to know much about these meals." Thor said looking over at her, as she was working in the kitchen.

"I really wanted to be a pastry chef," She said but seeing his confused face she went on to explain, "They make cakes, and cookies and all type of deserts"

"Why did you not become one of these Chefs, little one?" Thor questioned looking at her with a frown.

"I couldn't afford it," Sammie said shaking her head. "I went through a rough patch while I was in high school, there was never ones to help me or support me and I couldn't do everything by myself."

"Why did your parents not help you?" Thor asked, he always had Odin's support even when he didn't agree with everything Thor did. He was still there for him and encouraged him to do better in some way. Thor didn't understand a lot of the things that he was learning with Sammie, like why it was acceptable for men to hit women, and for parents to just not care about their children. Earth was a strange place, but Thor was almost determined to make it better for Sammie. He wanted to make it a better place for her before he successfully made it back to Asgard.

"Things were complicated." Sammie sighed flopping down on the couch.

"Why don't you explain it to me so I can understand?" Thor suggested turning to face her, sincerely wanting to listen.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Sammie shook her head. Thor knew how to tell when one didn't want to talk about a difficult subject, and when they were ready to talk it was better to not push. They would talk when they were ready.

Sammie stood and moved to her room, she could feel her body becoming hot, and she knew that it wasn't because she was getting sick or embarrassed. Fighting back a shriek of pain, she moved to her bedside table, relieved when she saw the syringe. Her hand was shaking as she picked it up and drew the medicine out of the vial, and quickly moved to the crook of her elbow. With one plunge she found herself, fighting with the energy begging it to retreat. Collapsing to her bed she let the medicine do its course, taking deep breaths she slowly started to become numb.

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