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Summary: a familiar face shows up on the Lennox's doorstep, five years later. Set after ROTF, Sam x Lennox slash. Don't like, don't read.
Rating: M
One Last Time
Chapter 3:
Will, Sam and Ironhide arrived at Diego Garcia that afternoon after flying there in a C-17, operated by NEST personnel. All of them had welcomed Will back like he had been on holiday – not gone for two years. After they had arrived, Sam took Will straight the accommodation to get him settled. After that, they would go and see Optimus Prime to get Will informed of the situation and kitted out again. Will threw his suitcase down on the bed and opened it. He began to rummage through it, placing items of clothing corresponding piles on the bed.
"Sam, can you give me a hand with unpacking?" Will asked. "I don't want this to take too long."
"Er yeah, sure." Sam said, walking over to the bed. "What do you want me to do?"
"Start hanging shirts up for me." Will instructed, handing Sam the pile of shirts. Sam reached out to take the shirts and they're hands brushed against each other. Will offloaded them to Sam, his cheeks flushed. He looked around the room, desperate to change the subject. Then Will recognised the room. "Is this... my old room?"
"Yeah... I think it is." Sam said, looking around, still holding a bundle of shirts. "I... erm... didn't recognise it at first. Epps told me that you would be in here."
"Oh." Will said, turning back to his suitcase. "Well... erm..."
"Will you be okay in here?" Sam asked quickly. "I mean – I'm going to see Mikaela, to tell her I'm back."
"Oh yeah, you go see Mikaela." Will nodded. "I'll be fine unpacking by myself."
"Okay. I'll pick you up at five." Sam said, walking towards the door. He stopped and turned around. "To see Optimus Prime – I mean. Not for anything else – seeing as these are your old quarters... where we... y'know... I'll just leave now." Sam hurried out of the room. Smooth, Sam. Real smooth. He thought to himself as he left the accommodation block. Will gaped after him and sat down on the bed, his head in his hands.
"Thanks a lot, Sam. Thanks a lot." Will hissed in the direction of the door. He really didn't need to be reminded of what they had done in this room. In actual fact, Will wasn't a hundred per cent sure this was his old room. There was one way he could find out. Will stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. If this really was his old room, there would be a hole in the wall behind the wardrobe. The apartment blocks had been build at short notice, so the interior was not very strong – it was made out of cheap materials, most likely a man-made fibrous substitute for wood. Will pushed the wardrobe out of the way, surprised at how easily it moved. It was his old room. The hole was there. It had been made one night when he and Sam returned to the apartment after his birthday, three years ago. Will smiled, remembering they had both been slightly drunk. He had shoved Sam against the wall – and Sam had gone through it. Luckily, Will had caught him before he had fallen all of the way through otherwise explaining what was going on to the neighbours could have been awkward. The next morning, they had just pushed the wardrobe in front of the hole so that no-one noticed it and asked any awkward questions. Will left the wardrobe where he had moved it, trying to decide whether to tell Sam or not.
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"You're back!" Mikaela cried, running into Sam's arms and kissing him. "Did Will agree to come with you? Or did he stay with Sarah?"
"Will came back." Sam told her, unlocking Mikaela's arms from around his neck and sitting down on their couch. "I thought you were meant to be going to Hawaii to sort out the wedding, anyway."
"Not yet." Mikaela smiled. "I had to see you before I went – three months apart! How are we going to cope?"
"I'm sure I'll be too distracted wiping out the Decepticons to think about you." Sam teased. "I'll fly out and meet you as soon as I can – I don't know when that will be though."
"I know you will." Mikaela sighed. "I don't think I'll get many chances to call you. We'll both be too busy – you saving the world, me with the lowly task of planning a wedding."
"Hey! 'Lowly task'?" Sam asked. "If you don't want to marry me, you don't have to..."
"Sam, I was joking. I do want to marry you."
"How badly?" Sam asked, raising one eyebrow.
"What?" Mikaela asked.
"How badly do you want to marry me?" Sam demanded.
"I want to marry you right here, right now." Mikaela insisted. "How badly do you want to marry me?"
"More than you'll ever know." Sam smiled. "What time is it?"
"Erm... four thirty. Why?" Mikaela asked.
"I've got to pick Will up at five to take him to see Optimus." Sam replied. "Oh no, I forgot to give him his uniform. 'Kaela, I'll be back later, okay? I've got to go to stores and pick up a uniform for Will then drop it off for him."
"Well I leave at five." Mikaela sighed. "I'll see you when you fly over to join me, okay?"
"I'll see you then." Sam kissed her again.
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Will looked at the clock he had just placed on the nightstand. It was quarter to five, which meant Sam would be arriving soon to pick him up for his briefing with Optimus Prime. He had finished unpacking all of his stuff – it made the room look a little less empty. His eyes kept wandering to the hole in the wall, the hole that he and Sam had made.
I should probably move that wardrobe back. Will thought to himself. First, I'll go and take a quick shower... I should have time. He headed to the shower, stripping off his clothes as he went. He turned on the shower and jumped out from under the freezing jet of water. He turned the dial and warm water slowly came through. Will sighed and stood under the warm water. It was relaxing and helped him forget about everything... including Sam and the fact that he would be arriving soon.
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Sam drove up outside the accommodation block in Bumblebee. He climbed out of the camaro and pulled the uniform off the backseat and closed the door, patting Bumblebee on the hood as he ran past into the apartment block. He ran upstairs to Will's room and put his spare key in the lock, opening the door. He walked into the apartment – something was different, but he couldn't work out what.
"Will? Where are you?" Sam called, laying the uniform on the bed. "We've got to go in five minutes!"
"I'm in the shower!" Will answered. "I'm coming out now!"
"Well hurry up!" Sam said, checking his watch. Will walked out of the small en suite with a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his hair with a smaller towel.
"What's that?" Will asked, looking at the uniform spread on his bed.
"That is your uniform." Sam replied. "Hurry up and put it on."
"Yes Sir." Will mocked, walking over to the bed and picking up the uniform – he studied it. Deep down, he had missed his camouflage. It had made him stand out – it had made him look important. "It is the right size, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." Sam said, smiling. "It's your old one. It's still got all of your patches on it, too." Will coughed and Sam took the hint to turn around. Will smiled as he dressed. Two years ago, he wouldn't have wanted Sam to turn around. Two years ago, Sam wouldn't have turned around. Two years ago, he probably wouldn't have been putting clothes on.
"Stop twitching, would you?" Will grinned. "We'll just have to apologise for being a little late. I'm sure Optimus will understand."
"I hope so." Sam sighed, looking around the room. His eyes stopped on a hole in the wall. A very familiar hole in the wall. "Oh."
"What?" Will asked, looking in the mirror to adjust his beret. He took more time than he would've done before – he wanted to look smart.
"This is your old room then." Sam said nervously. He didn't want a repeat of earlier – it had been awkward and he had made himself look like a complete idiot. He turned around to face Will and his jaw dropped. "Will..."
"What?" Will asked, inspecting himself in the mirror. "I don't look that bad, do I? Considering I haven't worn this for two years..."
"No... you look... you..." Sam couldn't get the words out. Will looked HOT. He always had done in uniform.
"I look... what?" Will asked, stepping towards Sam. Sam backed away from him – he wasn't sure where this was heading, but it all felt very familiar... and it felt good – Sam wanted this. Sam felt his back against the wall and next thing he knew, Will was standing over him, his hands on the wall either side of Sam's head, his arms trapping him.
"You... look..." Sam was breathless. He thought that everything that happened between him and Will was gone – buried. Now he knew it wasn't, as he stared up into Will's brown eyes and saw the affection there.
"I love it how I can still render you speechless, even after two years." Will said quietly, bringing his hand up to stroke Sam's cheek. Sam placed his hands on Will's shoulders, his breathing ragged and his body trembling. Sam closed his eyes and reached up to kiss the older man, when Will stopped him.
"What is it?" Sam asked, opening his eyes.
"We can't..." Will's expression was pained. "I'm married... you're going to be married in three months..."
"You didn't care that you were married before." Sam pointed out, staring up into Will's eyes.
"We can't do this again... we just can't." Will insisted, sighing. "I'm not going to betray Sarah again. I love her – you have Mikaela. Don't break her heart Sam, it wouldn't be fair."
"You told me you loved me, two years ago." Sam protested. "Do you still?"
"That was then." Will backed away hesitantly, heading towards the door. "Come on, I don't want to be later than I already am."
And there was chapter 3, as promised! Review please!
