Warning: Okay this fic is rated M for a reason, so you already know there will be some adult situations and now this chapter has touched upon it, so if you don't like it you I'm sorry you can try skipping it and going to the end. =)
Mike opened the door to Sam's study to see him looking out his window as he talked on his cell phone. "So then you haven't seen him?" Mike quietly closed the door behind him, not wanting to disturb Sam. "It's nothing. I was just a bit concerned about him. Will you call me if he contacts you?" Sam turned around and raised an eyebrow when he saw Mike sitting on the chair across from his desk with his feet propped on it. "Don't worry, it's nothing….No don't come over…" Sam sighed before he frowned. "No, Mom…I know…Sorry, Mom."
Mike bit back chuckle, knowing that Mary was probably chewing his ear off with guilt.
Sam, seeing the amusement in his gaze, glared at him. "Don't worry. I'll come to visit you soon…There's a few things we have to discuss…No, I can't right now. I'll make the drive sometime this week." Mike gave him a thumbs up. "I promise, Mom…I love you, too. Bye." Sam hung up before his mom could say anything else and threw his cell phone on the table as he ran a hand through his hair. It's not that he didn't like talking to his mother, he loved the woman to death, but there were times when she dragged the conversation out, and made him feel guilty when he hadn't gone to pay her a visit.
"Mary's giving you a hard time?" Mike asked, smirking at his boss.
"Somewhat." Sam rubbed his temples. "She wants me to go see her soon and if I don't, she will drive over here and I really can't deal with that."
"Especially since you know she's going to blow the lid when she finds out about you being married," Mike winked, grinning.
"Don't remind me," Sam sighed as he took a seat on his chair and leaned back against it.
"So why did you call her?" Mike asked curiously before he narrowed his eyes when he saw Sam slightly tense.
"I called her to see if Dustin had called her."
"Did he?"
"…No," Sam sighed, disappointed. He wanted to see the man once more, now it was about seeing if he was okay instead of knowing what happened years ago. Sam felt like he had failed the man, he should have kept close contact—especially when it was Dustin who had watched over him, his mother and younger sibling after his father had died.
"It's not your fault, Sam," Mike said, cutting into Sam's dark musings. "You were busy with being CEO and he packed up his bags, and left only leaving behind a letter addressed to your mom—which stated for her to tell you he said farewell."
"But that's the thing, Mike." Sam placed his elbows on the table and twined his fingers obscuring his mouth. "I should have known that something was wrong after he did that."
"You were still young…" Mike instantly regretted his words when Sam pierced him with a look filled with anger and knew he overstepped a boundary. "…I understand where you are coming from…but you can't keep blaming yourself for these type of things."
"I know," Sam relented. "But it's hard not to when I know that if I had bothered to act sooner things wouldn't be like this."
"What's done is done, there's no use fretting over it."
"…You have a point."
"I know I do," Mike snorted. "So where's Rachel? Don't tell me she's with Puck again—considering the fact that the both of you left me at the restaurant to take care of some personal business last night."
"I don't know what you mean." Sam cleared his throat. "And don't act like you didn't want to stay with Tina."
"You got me there," Mike chuckled. "I even got a date with her later this week but don't change the subject." He leaned forward. "So did you and Rachel…you know…"
"No, I don't know, Mike."
"Do you want me to spell it out for you?"
"I don't want you to spell it out for me."
"Don't make me, Sam."
"I'm not making you."
"Here it comes…"
"…"
"Did you do the nasty with Rachel?"
This time it was Sam's turn to snort. "Really, Mike?"
"Really, Sam."
"…"
"So I'll take your silence as a yes."
"How about shutting the fuck up?"
"Okay, that was a definite no because if you did you wouldn't be a grouch right now."
"Whatever."
"So where's your darling Rachel, when I need her to get you laid, so you can loosen up?"
"Nice try with that, she's not in Shadow Falls."
"So where is she?"
"She's visiting her daddy Leroy."
"I hope you know that your daddy-in-law is going to want your head for marrying his daughter without asking his permission," Mike chuckled.
"True and that is why I'm going to pay him a visit soon."
"You can't be serious?" Mike chuckled, but when silence greeted his question, it was then he saw the serious glint in Sam's eyes. "Oh, shit…you are."
Leroy's laugh echoed through the room as he clutched his stomach weakly.
"Daddy, it's not funny," Rachel pouted, trying not to smile since his laugh was contagious and it filled her with joy see him happy.
"Sweetheart, no offense, but something like that only happens to you." Leroy wiped away the tears that streamed down his face from his laughter. "Why don't you just tell him that you know that he's lying?"
"Because if I tell him, then he will know that I'm lying and he can throw me in jail."
"Darling, from what you are telling me, I have reason to believe that he knows you are lying." Leroy leaned against the pillows that were stacked behind him. "Just be honest with him and tell him what you are looking for."
"I don't want to risk it, Daddy," Rachel frowned. "And I have been looking for the portrait everywhere but I can't find it."
"I'm sure if you told Sam then he would help you look for it and I bet he would turn every piece of furniture in that household upside down in order to find that portrait for you," Leroy winked at her.
"And why would he do that?" Rachel raised an eyebrow at him.
"Because he cares for you deeply, honey."
"You haven't even met him."
"I would like to but I am going on with what you have told me about him."
Rachel looked at the floor, contemplating his words.
"Rachel."
"Yes…"
"You like him…don't you?"
Rachel looked at him, surprised. "No…I…"
Leroy looked at his daughter, amused to see her—for once—lost for words. "I understand, sweetie. You don't need to say anything."
"Daddy, you know I don't like it when you tease me," Rachel smiled at him.
"You know I can't resist." Leroy looked at her affectionately. "So did he make you sign a prenup?"
"Daddy," Rachel warned.
"I'm just saying that if you divorce him, you could get some of his fortune if he didn't make you sign."
"We won't need his fortune after I find the portrait. We will be able to live comfortably."
"Of course we will," Leroy smiled at her gently.
"Daddy, do you know anywhere else that it can be?"
"Hmmm….you said you looked in all the rooms, right?"
"Yes." Rachel looked at him confused. "I looked everywhere inside the house."
"Have you tried the attic?" Leroy asked.
"Attic? We had an attic?"
Leroy nodded weakly. "We did, but Hiram hid the entrance because he was afraid that you and Noah would get curious while playing indoors, and go upstairs without us knowing."
"Do you know precisely where the entrance was?"
Leroy shook his head, smiling sadly. "I'm sorry, my head is all fuzzy."
"It's okay, Daddy." Rachel placed her hand over his and held it carefully. "Thank you. I'll handle it from here."
"If you say so, sweetie." He looked at her curiously. "So you really do plan to leave him once you find the portrait?"
"Of course."
"What if he's the one, Rachel?"
"The one what?"
"The one you are meant to stay with, Rachel, like Hiram was to me."
"Daddy, no—you know how that went with Finn."
Leroy snorted. "I knew that boy was no good for you." He frowned. "And he proved me right when he dumped you."
"It was because his father didn't approve of me."
"So what?" Leroy growled, surprising his daughter with the venom in his voice. "If he loved you, he would have fought for you and not cared for the consequences because all that mattered in the end would be that you had each other."
"I know." Rachel felt her eyes burn with unshed tears. "I gave him everything I had."
"And he gave you nothing in return." Leroy looked at his daughter sadly. "Don't let what he did ruin what you can have."
"And what's that, Daddy?"
"A new chance with a wonderful man."
"I guess," Rachel said, wiping at her eyes.
Leroy ruffled her hair affectionately. "Of course he's wonderful. You're married to the CEO of Evans Corp."
"What?" Rachel looked at her daddy, surprised.
"Don't tell me you didn't know," Leroy chuckled. "His corporation is known for building youth centers for the lower class as side projects; including the one you used to go to after school when Hiram and I had to work. A couple years back, Sam started the program of giving scholarships to lower class high school students who wanted to attend university that consisted of a full ride after he found out how expensive it could be."
"Evans Scholarship…" Rachel whispered, remembering that ten years ago before she had received the notice that she had gotten a full ride to NYU she applied to that scholarship and won it. In the end, it helped pay for her living expenses and what she had left over—she sent to her daddy Leroy. It was strange to think that, in a way, without even knowing, Sam had helped her. She was suddenly overcome with the need to see him.
"Now that I recall, Sam's father was the last man who stood by your dad and tried to help keep his practice up but when he died—the VP cut us off," Leroy sighed, closing his eyes. "I can't blame the man—especially not after what happened."
"What happened, Daddy?" Rachel asked curiously.
"Don't worry about it." Leroy patted her hand. "You make sure to stay away from the males in the Hudson family or avoid being alone with them somewhere."
"Why?" Rachel asked, feeling a chill go down her spine.
"I pray that you never find out what happened," Leroy whispered lowly, making sure that Rachel didn't hear him.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"It's nothing, sweetie," Leroy smiled at her gently, as the door to his room opened to reveal Mercedes and Kurt—the two nurses that are in charge of taking care of him.
"There she is!" Kurt ran into the room and threw his arms around Rachel. "We were wondering when you were going to pay Leroy a visit."
"Kurt was already tripping that you had been kidnapped when you didn't come to visit last weekend. We had to hold him back from calling the police," Mercedes chuckled as she took a seat on one of the empty chairs in the room.
"How do you expect me not to worry?" Kurt frowned. "She never misses a weekend visit and she didn't call." He raised an eyebrow as Rachel. "So, where the hell have you been?"
"Kurt, language," Mercedes light scolded.
"Leroy doesn't mind." Kurt waved off her warning as Leroy grinned. "I want to know what happened and don't you dare hold anything back."
"Well, I don't know where to begin."
"That only means you have a lot to tell us," Kurt said in a singsong voice as he took a seat on Leroy's bed by his feet, with Leroy already moving his feet, making space for him—anticipating his move. "Start from the beginning."
"Well…"
"Why don't you tell them about your husband?" Leroy smiled at his daughter innocently as gasps echoed through the room.
"What?" Mercedes exploded getting up from her seat. "When did this happen?"
"Hold up, you got married? And you didn't invite us?" Kurt placed a hand over his heart, looking genuinely hurt. "You'd better explain because right now I feel like our friendship these past two years has been a lie, not to mention—insulted."
"It's not like that," Rachel said quickly. "I can explain…"
Sam glanced at his cell phone, which began vibrating on the table for the third time, only to see that it was Quinn calling him…again. Even though Rachel wasn't with him at the moment, he could have answered but he felt like he just didn't want to. Maybe it was because of the feelings he once had for her were subsiding and now that he was with Rachel—even if it was in a fake relationship that felt too real and should freak him out, but didn't—he didn't want anything to come between what they have going on. Sam was above trying to lie to himself about certain feeling surrounding Rachel, he did feel something for Rachel and it might be something far deeper than just attraction and lust, but he wasn't willing to sort through all that just yet. Until the time comes for him to do so, he would gladly avoid that subject and just act on his emotions toward her, which consisted of kissing and—since last night—heavy make out sections where they began to take off clothes. Well, just only his shirt before she stopped them. And even though they aren't sleeping together…yet, he won't risk it because he'd rather have a bit of Rachel than none at all. If that means not talking to Quinn, then so be it. He could always call her after everything was settled between Rachel and him. As for how that matter could end, Sam just avoided thinking about it; there was always a possibility that Rachel would leave and cut all contact with him. Rachel was Rachel and over the last couple of days since he got to know her, she became a constant thing in his life that the thought of her gone felt strange to him.
Sam shook his head to clear his thoughts as he got up from his chair. Moments ago, Mike had left him to go watch some TV, while he stayed in his study—thinking about the new turn of events. Not wanting to remain in one place too long, Sam left his study and began to walk through the first floor until he reached the stairs, where he began to climb up them. He didn't know precisely where he was going except to just wander around aimlessly for a moment before stopping at a dead end. Sam looked around, confused, not knowing why he came here until he looked up to the ceiling and remembered the string he hid that was needed to be pulled down in order to reach the attic. It was one of the reasons why he bought the place. The first time he looked around the house he found the attic. Sam pulled the string from where he had it, camouflaging with the ceiling, and tugged it hard—letting the trap door open as a ladder unfolded. He made sure the ladder was secured before beginning his ascension up the stairs.
Once inside, Sam had to cover his nose to keep from sneezing due to the dust that had collected in there. He made a mental note to send the maids up here to clean the place up as he walked further in. Even after buying the place, Sam barely came up there. It's not that it creeped him out or anything, it was more for the fact that he felt he was trespassing. The attic was filled with multiple portraits and each had a story of their own. He was tempted to bring some of them down but decided against it, thinking that it was not his place to do so. Sam walked until he reached the end of the attic but to his right there was a small passageway and he felt a sense of déjà vu. He had been here and could remember the portrait that had been covered with a white blanket as if to hide or protect it at the end of this passage. A chill went down his spine when he saw the white blanket and it was then he remembered who was in the portrait, and the name behind it.
Before he knew what he was doing, Sam was standing in front of the covered portrait and pulled the blanket off. His heart stopped beating at the sight before him. The woman in the portrait almost looked exactly like Rachel; with the color of hair, the cheek bones, lips and, although the woman in the portrait's eyes weren't as doe-eyed like Rachel's, but the similarities could not be ignored and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know who she was. However, Sam still wanted to make sure. He crouched down, carefully pulling the portrait forward as he looked behind to see the letter S written on the top right, and remembered the inscription on the ring Rachel found. "To my beloved S."Maybe Hiram and Leroy had given her the ring. "But then wouldn't it have said "To 'our' beloved S" instead of 'my'. That only leads to someone else giving her the ring."
When he looked at the bottom left, he had to squint to see the small cursive letter, which spelled the name Shelby Corcoran. It was then he remembered why the name had been so familiar to him when Mike mentioned it; he had seen it before on this very portrait a few months back when he had entered the attic for the first time before ever purchasing the house. It was only after seeing the portrait that he had made up his mind to purchase that house—almost as if to keep it safe. Without thinking, Sam quickly covered the portrait with the white blanket before walking out of there—needing some fresh air. He climbed down the stairs quickly and closed the trap door, making sure to hide the string again before he let himself lean against the wall—taking deep breaths.
Everything seemed too much to be a coincidence. It was almost as if his life was tied to Rachel's or that he had been fated to meet her one way or another, and that freaked him out. A part of him wanted to run but a bigger part of him ached to see Rachel. He needed some water. Sam practically ran through the hallway and descended the stairs—two at a time—running past the living room, not hearing Mike's worried calls. Once in the kitchen, he didn't waste time in filling up a glass with water before chugging it down but it did little to ease him. "Sam, some things in life can't be explained but they happen for a reason."His father's words echoed in his mind allowing—him to breathe through all the emotions that were coursing through him. Could such words apply to him and Rachel? His grip on the glass loosened, letting the glass fall into the sink—shattering on impact.
"Sam." Her voice was like a caress, calming the whirlwind of emotions warring inside him. He needed to hear her voice. "Are you okay?" He needed to see her. "Mike said you weren't acting like yourself. You ignored him when he called after you." Sam turned around to see Rachel standing by the doorway, looking at him—concerned.
The sight of her put him at ease. "I'm fine," he said sincerely, now that she was back…with him.
"You look flushed." Rachel walked toward him. "Are you sick? Do you have a fever?" She placed her hand on his forehead to feel that it was normal. "You feel fi—" She wasn't able to finish her sentence when Sam pulled her toward him and she felt his body flush against hers a moment before his lips captured hers.
The mere contact sent a shudder of pleasure through Sam. Rachel gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, causing what could have been a protest to turn into a moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her onto the island and wedged his hips between her legs. Her heart began to beat rapidly and her body hummed in appreciation under his fingertips when his hand went under her skirt to touch her upper thighs. Rachel whimpered a complaint when Sam pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. "I missed you," Sam admitted, surprising the both of them.
Rachel felt her heart skip a beat at his words, as she tried to fight against falling more for him but seeing the sincerity in his emerald gaze, it reminded her how she had wanted to come home and see him. "Home…" It had been a while since she referred to a place as home, she didn't even call her apartment home. "Rachel, home is where the heart is."Hiram's words, for the first time in years, came into her mind. And there was no point in her lying, especially when Sam was being honest. "I missed you, too." She caressed his cheek affectionately.
Sam turned to face her palm and planted a kiss there. "Don't go away too much."
"I don't know about that," Rachel grinned at him. "If it means you greeting me like this…"
"Then you just might find me gone one afternoon."
Rachel discreetly moved her hand from his face and trailed it up to his hair, smiling sweetly. "Is that a threat?" she asked, fisting his hair and lightly tugged it warningly.
"Did you just pull my hair?" Sam looked at her incredulously, but when he got another tug, it melted away into amusement.
"Maybe. Now quit changing the subject," Rachel glared at him. "Answer my question."
"Maybe," Sam responded and quickly dove in for a kiss before Rachel could try tugging his hair again.
The moment his lips met hers, Rachel moaned, letting go of his hair and let her hand fall to his shoulder—grasping it. "You can't kiss me when we are arguing." Rachel was finally able to say when Sam began to trail kisses down the column of her neck but instead of pushing him away, she was pulling him closer to her. She let Sam lead her to lie down on the counter top.
"Says the one who gets physical when angry." Sam grinned down at her as he hovered over her and used a hand to lazily unbutton her blouse slowly. He trailed his lips slowly down her neck to the valley of her breasts, where he placed a slow gentle kiss and continued to trail downward with his lips—skimming over her skin the more he unbuttoned her shirt. It was as if he was savoring her and not knowing where to start. When he reached her belly button, he let his tongue delve in it—causing her to gasp.
"Sam." Her hands curled into his hair as she arched her back off the counter.
"I want to see all of you," Sam whispered huskily, as his hands trailed down her hips to her thighs before going under her skirt again. His thumbs trailed the line of her panties wordlessly, asking for permission and she responded by simply lifting her hips off the counter. He didn't hesitate in beginning to slowly take them off, not wanting to frighten her and giving her a chance to stop him. But instead when he met her half lidded gaze, all he could see was the desire burning within their depths. "I'll keep these as a souvenir." His lips curved into a slow wicked smirk, which made Rachel's body clench with need and crave for him all the more as he slipped her crimson silk panties into his pocket.
"Shouldn't I keep something as a souvenir as well?" Rachel whispered to him.
Sam watched, captivated, as Rachel arched her back, grounding her hips against his as she sat up—sending spikes of pleasure through him and making his member grow harder. She shifted her hips again; wanting to create the small dose of pleasure she had gotten while sitting up and moaned when she felt him rub against her. "Rachel." He groaned her name.
"I want to see all of you as well." Rachel began to unbutton his shirt but her hands were shaking and making it difficult.
"Take all the time you need." Sam kissed her neck and let his hands touch the bare skin of her stomach stroking circles with his thumbs before trailing a hand up and cupping one of her breasts through her bra.
"Sam," Rachel whimpered, she stopped unbuttoning his shirt and fisted it instead as pleasure coursed through her. She wanted him to touch her everywhere. "I want you."
"I want you, too." Sam stopped his assault on her body, as he pressed his forehead against hers again. "Let me have you?" He carefully pushed the shirt off her shoulders. "At least this once…" he whispered as she nodded slightly.
Rachel helped pull her shirt off and let it fall on the counter. It was then she became self-conscious when his eyes trailed over her body, dressed in only a black mini skirt and a crimson bra. She felt his hands tighten their grasp on her waist and saw the way his emerald eyes seemed to impossibly darken more with desire, sending a shiver down her spine. It was almost as if she were his prey and didn't know where to begin eating her. The thought had her tightening her thighs and resulted in squeezing Sam, causing him to grin—as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Before she could say anything, Sam pulled her into a scorching kiss that had her toes curling. Her hands fisted his shirt and yanked at it—ripping it open. She felt more than heard when Sam chuckled. "I want this off," she gasped, tugging at his shirt and he quickly complied with her wish by stripping the shirt off and letting it hand on the floor carelessly. Her hands greedily raked over his abs and any skin she could get her hands on.
Sam unclasped her bra and pulled it off her, wasting no time on throwing it on the floor. The sight of her hardened nipples had him groaning, "Oh, God, what you do to me." As she arched her back and fisted her hands in his hair, tugging him down to one of her breasts. Sucking on the nipple in absolute bliss, he felt his cock pulse—wanting to rip out of his slacks. God help him, there was no way in hell he was going to stop now.
The sound of the door bell echoed through the house.
"Did you hear that?" Rachel asked breathlessly, as her hand hovered over his zipper.
"Hear what?" Sam asked between kisses, as he grounded his cock against her hand.
Rachel lost all thought process when she felt Sam on her hand and licked her dry lips.
The doorbell rang again, causing Sam to curse.
"So you did hear it?" Rachel asked, amused, looking at her husband who was trying to regain his composure.
"Yeah, but…I was hoping that it was either a figment of my imagination or that Mike would get it."
"Mike left when I arrived. He said something about giving us some alone time and wanted me to loosen you up." Rachel raised an eyebrow at him. "Would you really think that I would let you have your way with me while risking Mike walking in on us?"
Sam shook his head, fighting back a smile. "I'm going to kill him." He gave her a heated once over. "And here I was thinking that I had gotten you so hot and bothered that you couldn't think straight but I see this was part of your plan," he said, causing Rachel to burst out laughing.
The doorbell rang a third time.
"You better go answer that." Rachel caressed his cheek affectionately. "The sooner you take care of that, the sooner we can go back to where we left off."
"I like the sound of that." Sam pressed a slow lingering kiss on her lips. "Wait for me." He winked, before running out the kitchen, not carrying that his hair was in complete disarray, he was shirtless and the button of his slacks was undone. He didn't care that someone would see him this way, especially if said way was going to help him make the person leave quicker and let him return to Rachel. Just as the doorbell rang for a fourth time, Sam opened the door biting back a curse. "What do yo—" his snapping question died on his lips when he saw the blonde haired hazel-eyed woman. She gave him a once over, looking at his appearance in shock. "Quinn…what are you doing here?"
"I tried calling you," Quinn swallowed, looking away from him. "But it seems you were busy."
"Sam!"
Sam looked over Quinn's shoulder to see Finn, jogging up to them grinning. "Hey, Finn." He forced a smile. At any other moment, he would have been the gracious host and offered them to come inside, and possibly have gotten them something to drink or eat, but at this moment they were the last people he wanted to see.
"Oh…" Finn said, he took in his appearance. "Sorry if we interrupted anything."
"It's okay." Sam ran a hand through his hair, trying not to appear as if he's trying to get rid of them. "So, what are you doing here?"
"We came to visit my dad." Finn glanced at his wife. "Quinn tried calling, but you wouldn't answer and she got worried. So I asked Dad about you and he said you were living here. He wanted us to personally come by to invite you to dine with us tonight for dinner, and you won't believe what he told us. It's ridiculous."
"What was it?" Sam forced a chuckle, as he leaned against his door.
"That you were married," Quinn said, peering at him. "Is it true?"
"Yes, it is," Sam said, without hesitation as he met her gaze. "It was a small wedding." He could see the disbelief and betrayal in her gaze. Seeing such a look in her eyes would have made him feel like crap for knowing that he was the one who had placed it there—it would have caused him to completely hate himself, but right now he didn't. He didn't care and he didn't know whether that should worry him or not.
"Congrats, man. Though I wished you had invited us," Finn grinned, patting his shoulder. "So who's the lucky girl? My dad wouldn't tell me—no matter how much I asked."
Sam felt his throat go dry. He knew there was a history between Rachel and Finn, but he didn't know how deep it went. Sam didn't want the other man around Rachel, what if Finn appearing brought back feelings that could come between Rachel and him?
"Sam."
Even in such a situation, her voice put him at ease. Sam looked over his shoulder to see Rachel standing outside of the kitchen, dressed in his long sleeve white-collared shirt. Since the buttons had fallen off, she had the flaps wrapped around her as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her hair was in disarray, her lips bruised with his kisses and the shirt dwarfed her, ending below mid thigh—making it appear as if she were wearing nothing under it. Sam had half a mind to slam the door shut on Quinn and Finn, not wanting anyone else to see her like that.
"Who's at the door?" she asked, walking toward him, smiling affectionately at him before she looked behind him and saw Quinn.
Sam bit back a smile when he saw her eyes narrow slightly and there was an extra sway on her hips as she walked toward him. He waited patiently for her to reach his side and once she did, he wrapped an arm around her waist—pulling her near to him. Rachel wrapped an arm around Sam and placed a hand over his chest, giving Quinn a once over, not noticing the man beside her as their gazes met challengingly.
"You married Rachel Berry."
Finn's voice broke through the women's glaring contest. Rachel looked at Finn for the first time, noticing he was there. "Finn." She tightened her hold on Sam.
AN: I want to thank my beta MissBreePhoenix613 for editing this chapter. =)
AN 2: I want to apologize for any grammatical errors. You can consider this chapter your early Christmas or Happy Holiday gift because I have plans of at least updating this once more before the New Years, but you know how sometimes even though you plan for something to go a certain way it doesn't. Especially since I have to update Dancing Across Time for a very close friend of mine who has been very sweet and patient with me. *cough* The Wonderful Mistique *cough* lol =)
Back to the story at hand this chapter foreshadows a lot of what's going to happen and placed more light on clues of what happened in the past, so keep a close eye on those because it is going to come full circle. I also wanted to explore Sam and Rachel's relationship more and give it more depth. So I hope that I did that justice and that you enjoyed it. I wanted the reader to see that, even if Sam and Rachel at the moment don't see it, is that they are you can say meant to cross paths. They were supposed to meet each other at a young age, but because certain events transpired they didn't and so they could have gone their whole lifetime not knowing the other existed, but fate threw obstacles their way that had them crossing paths like they had meant to all those years ago. You get me. =D So enough of my spouting please leave a review telling me what you think. The last chapter didn't receive as much feedback as the chapters before it, so I'm hoping that this chapter will get more response and since we are in the season of giving it will be very sweet of you if you leave a review and if you have read this fic, but have yet to review please do so, it doesn't have to be big it can be small if you like. (^_^)
AN 3: I have to admit this is like the first semi lemon I have written since this by far is the most I have gone into detail compared to the ones I have written in Dancing Across Time and Once More, so I'm hoping it wasn't too bad and if it was I'm sorry. I tried!
AN 4: I would like to thank: hholley (I hope you enjoyed this update), Ceud mile falite (I know Leo made that movie along with Kate! They were simply amazing *sigh*), Lizzy (This one is also for you! I hope it lived up to your expectations =) ), The Wonderful Mistique (I couldn't resist not adding them anymore especially after your review! I owed it to you. I hope you liked their timing. =D), Lena (I hope you liked this update. I know! I'm also excited about both movies since they are my favorites!), Brooke6404 (Even though possessive Sam didn't show up in this chapter expect him to make a cameo in the next one ;) ), GleeObsessedHoran (I hope this chapter help shed light on the ring and what happened in the past.), Missechacexxwooder (You're welcome and thank you for such nice words. I'm glad that you do! =) ), Kdmr87 (Thank you! I hope this chapter brought the fic to another level.), and Keating's Disciple (I know it is! That's why I can't resist writing him like that. lol.) for reviewing. You guys are amazing and I hope to hear from you again! =)
AN 5: I finally got a twitter the link is in my profile all the way at the bottom, so if you have one add me or follow me I'm not sure which one since I'm still new to it but yeah…Anyway we can talk there and discuss this fic or any of my three other fics and if you have a request for Dancing Across Time you can tell me there. =D