This is just a one-shot about what I wish would happen in the next episode. I'm a huge Sam/Jules shipper.
Sam stayed by Jules' side for hours, just waiting for her to wake up. As time passed, the team eventually dispersed until only Sarge was left, sitting in the room with Sam and Jules.
"You should get some rest," the older man told Braddock, who looked like he'd been up for forty-eight hours straight.
"I'm not leaving her side," Sam declared bitterly. "I'm going to be right here when she wakes up."
"How long have you two been dating?" Sgt. Parker wanted to know, asking the question that had been preying on his mind for about a week now.
" A month and a half," Sam admitted, hanging his head like a shamed little child. "We should have told you. I was ready, but Jules…she was afraid you'd split us up—put us on different teams. She said that we were her family…" Sam got choked up and had to wipe his eyes before he continued. " She couldn't handle the thought of being switched to one of the other teams."
"You're right, Sam, you should have told me. However, I saw how things went today—you managed to keep your cool when we needed you. If you guys can keep that professionalism while having a private relationship, then what'dya say we don't mention this to anyone higher up?"
Sarge
could see the affection and admiration in Sam's eyes. He knew he'd
once been like that—young and in love. He just hoped Sam wouldn't
screw things up like he had.
"Sarge, that means everything to
me," Sam managed to say. "From now on, no more secrets. I
promise."
Parker nodded. "Well, if it's all right with you, I'm gonna head home. Call me if anything changes. I want to know when she wakes up."
Sgt. Parker hadn't been gone thirty minutes when Jules' eyes blinked open and she looked around her. Sam, still holding her hand tightly in both of his, had fallen asleep with his head leaning over on the bed. She smiled faintly. Of course he was right here. The clock on the wall said it was after midnight, so she assumed the rest of the team had already left.
"Sam?" she whispered softly. Part of her wanted to wake him and another part just wanted to watch him sleep peacefully.
His eyes opened immediately and he looked up at her. His smile was that of a person who had just seen a miracle. "You're awake!" he exclaimed, standing up and kissing her forehead softly.
"I'm glad you're here," she told him weakly. "How am I doing?"
"The doctor was able to remove the bullet successfully, but you lost a lot of blood because it took us so long to get you off that rooftop. You'll be fine though." Sam looked down at his two hands holding her one. "Jules, I'm so sorry. I should've seen it coming! I should have protect—"
"Sam!" she cut him off, putting her finger to his lips. "We both thought it was him. You did the right thing. And you just said I'm going to be fine, so it doesn't even matter."
Sam looked up at her, his crystal blue eyes filled with adoration and care. "Do you remember earlier, when we were talking about the team being our family?"
Jules nodded. Of course she remembered. She had reached over and flicked a speck of blue paint off of his ear.
" I was just about to tell you something when we got the call." He took a deep breath. "I…I love you, Jules. No matter what happens, or what has happened, I love you more than anything in the world."
Jules smiled widely. "I love you, too, Sam."
"By the way, you were right. Sarge knows about us, and after what happened today, he isn't going to make either of us transfer," Sam explained.
"That's great news, but I think now I need to go back to sleep," Jules told him, her eyelids getting heavy and a yawn nearly splitting her face in two. "Will you be here when I wake up?"
"Baby, I'm gonna be with you forever. Don't you forget that." Sam kissed Jules' lips softly and then eased himself onto the bed next to her. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
