A/N: wheeeeeeeeee fourth chapter!! lol. and yes, although the third season has started already (ow ow ;) lol) i am continuing without editing to fit the show. so muahaha bite me, bruckheimer!!
Disclaimer: i didnt mean it, jerry. I'm sorry. but i still own nothing. (sigh)
Sitting across from Martin on the outdoor patio of the café near her apartment, Samantha twirled her twizzle stick in her coffee absentmindedly and stared off into space. Her mind wandered again to her affair, and she wondered what Martin had made of it and how things would be different if it had been Martin two years ago, if it hadn't been Jack. If they'd been together now, and if Jack had never broken it off with her... Martin wouldn't be sitting in front of her now. Seeing Martin's hand waving in front of her face, she snapped back to reality and laughed at how stupid she must have looked just staring at... nothing.
Martin waved his hand in front of Samantha's face. She jumped, startled, and opened her eyes wide, laughing. "Oh, good, thought I'd lost you there," Martin joked. "Who knew you could be such a space cadet?" Samantha hit his arm playfully before taking a sip of her coffee.
"I'll have you know I was thinking," she replied. 'Wow, that was a great comeback' she thought. 'I just totally set myself up. Here it comes...'
"Thinking? You do that?" retorted Martin, mocking her.
"Ouch, that was uncalled for," pouted Samantha, frowning. She took a bite of her bagel and leaned closer to Martin over the table. "So if I forgive you for making fun of me," she paused and smiled, "will you... buy me lunch too?"
"How about this instead," said Martin excitedly, and by the look on his face Sam could tell he'd been sitting on this awhile. "I know this little park not far from here, a little east of Central, and I was thinking we could, you know," he paused, unsure of whether or not Samantha would go for his idea, "go for a picnic, maybe?"
Seeing Martin's tense look, realizing he was hoping he didn't just embarrass himself with a dumb idea, Sam agreed. She had never seen the sense in picnics; eating on the cold dirty ground letting ants and other disgusting things get all over the food... but Martin seemed so earnest and innocent in his offer that she felt she really had no choice in what her answer would be. She opened her mouth to consent and found Martin staring at her with those gorgeous eyes and a nervous smile on his lips. Finding herself speechless she nodded dumbly, then embarrassed at her loss of words she smiled and answered "Of course. That – that sounds great. Sure!"
Determined to make Sam have a good time on their picnic, Martin excused himself from breakfast, paid the bill before leaving and set off to pack a lunch for the two of them. Sam watched him retreating down the sidewalk just across the metal fence of the café as he hailed a cab, and missed him already. But a new thought came to mind as she realized she had just agreed to go picnicking. 'I really, really don't want to go on a picnic, of all things...' she said to herself. 'How can I get out of this? Ugh, but he really wanted to...' Arguing with herself over whether or not to call the whole thing off and feel really bad about it, Sam nearly missed noticing the little specks of rain falling on her napkin. As a drop landed on her hand and Samantha began to realize that the amount of rain falling was increasing, she smiled and saw that the heavens had given her a good excuse to get out of an event she hadn't attended since she was a very young child. She pulled out her cellphone to cancel on account of rain, and smiled as she joined the rest of the patrons hurrying inside the café.
Martin picked up his ringing cellphone as he threw another bag of chips into his shopping cart and continued down the never ending aisle of junk food.
"Fitzgerald,"
"Hey Martin," came the unmistakable voice of the woman he loved.
"Sam! Missed me already, eh?" he chuckled.
"Mmhmm, you bet. Listen, I don't know if you can see the sky from where you are, but there seems to be a scheduling conflict between us and the weather."
"What do you mean?" Martin queried, hoping that the picnic wouldn't have to be called off...
"Just what it sounds like. Apparently, the weather gods didn't get the memo that a picnic was supposed to be happening today 'cause the floodgates are open. I was thinking instead, we could postpone the picnic and you could just come over instead?"
Martin sighed, audibly disappointed. He had wanted to spend the day outdoors, but that looked like it wasn't going to be happening, at least not today. "Sure, that'd be great... I'll be right over Sam, see you in a few."
"Yep, see ya," breathed Sam, relieved and content that Martin would be over at her apartment again today. She quickly tidied up what little disorder was evident in her home and settled on the couch for a bit to watch T.V.
Martin put the items from his cart back on the shelves of the supermarket, all but some frozen pizzas. If he wasn't going on a picnic lunch with Sam he would at least have some form of lunch with her. He lined up in the shortest queue and waited patiently to pay for his food, wondering what Sam was up to...
Minutes later, Martin was on his way to Sam's apartment, pizzas thawing beside him in the backseat of a cab. Rain pounding on the windows verified the cancellation of the picnic but did nothing to dampen Martin's spirits. He was going – for the second day in a row! – to Samantha's apartment to spend the day. Martin relaxed and sat back against the cab seat, watching the people and cars of New York pass him by in the rain.
A/N: wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
