Disclaimer: I do not own AHS but I do own Sam. Some of the lines in this chapter come from AHS.

Sam and Tate had been at the beach for about an hour now and during that time Tate had been running around like a child. Sam wanted to join him but because of her broken leg she was content just sitting in the sand watching him.

"Hey Sam look!" Tate yelled at her. "I'm Rose from Titanic!"

Sam giggled as she watched Tate standing on the edge of the lifeguard tower reenacting that famous seen. His boyish charm made her love him even more. She had seen serious and at times it would frighten her but days like today when there was absolutely nothing but joy radiating off of him were the best. The fun times didn't last long because Sam cell phone started to ring.

With the Harmon's:

They had just gotten home from the hospital and all everyone wanted to do was go to sleep but when they pulled into the drive way their security system was going off and the front door was wide open. Ben and Vivien rushed into the house to make sure Sam was ok while Violet was lagging behind.

"Ben! I can't find her!" Vivien called out.

"Violet, you get on your phone and call Sam. Vivien go check her room." Ben said before he went down into the basement.

At times it seemed like her parents cared more for Sam then for their own daughter. It's not that she did like Sam, they have always been as close as sisters if not closer but she still waited her parents to care for her. Violet sighed and pulled out her phone and called Sam.

"Sam where are you? My mom's freaking out." Violet asked.

"Sorry Vi, I'm out with Tate."

"What I'm I supposed to tell my parents?"

"Umm…just tell them I'm out with some friends and I'll be back in…an hour." Sam never wanted to leave the beach but she also didn't want to get into a fight with Vivien and Ben.

"Whatever just come back soon." Violet hung up and Sam sighed as she closed her phone.

"Ben you can stop looking." Vivien called out for her husband.

"Did you find her?" He asked walking into the hall.

"No, but Violet called her and she said she'd be home in an hour." She answered.

"What the hell Vivien!" Ben shouted. "We told her not to leave!"

"Ben she's fine. She said she was out with friends." Vivien said.

She tried to convince Ben that everything would be ok but nothing was going to stop him. He went into his office and picked up the bottle and wish the Sam was next to him. The lady that did the spell for them had told them if they ever needed Sam to wish on the bottle and she would appear but if she was somewhere she truly wanted to be it could forever destroy her mind. Pulling her from one place to another was recommended only for emergencies.

Five minutes later nothing had happened but Ben didn't give up. Vivien walked into the room and was shocked to see that her husband trying to summon Sam. She ran over and slapped Ben a crossed the face.

"Ben stop, we are not going to taking her away from her friends!" Vivien pried the bottle from his hands and walked out of the room.

Back on the Beach:

Tate came up from behind her and tackled her to the ground. She looked up at him wanting to be mad but she couldn't muster up that emotion. All she could do was giggle at the goofy grin that was plastered on his face. In he's eyes all she could see was want, desire, and love.

"Who called?" He asked as he pulled her from the sand into his lap.

Sam snuggled into Tate's warm body. "It was Violet I have to be home in an hour."

Sam and Tate were just enjoying the quite night and listening to the waves crash on the shore when she let out a spin chilling scream. She pushed way from Tate and laid face down in the sand. There was a pain in her head that was pulling her away but she didn't want to leave and the pain in her heart was making it hard for her to breath.

"Sam, Sam what happening!" Tate didn't know what to do he cradled Sam in his arms and just kept whispering soothing phrases into her ear. After about ten minutes of her thrashing about she pasted out in his arms.

Tate didn't say anything he sat with Sam rapped up protected in his arms. He just stared out into the dark abyss in front of them. Sam opened her eyes she didn't remember the pain. She looked up at Tate and was slightly worried about the darkness in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked.

"I used to come here…" He said, now bothering to look down at her. "When the world would close in and got so small that I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean and think…"

Sam honestly didn't want to know what he would say to himself. When she first saw him standing on the staircase she could feel darkness pouring off of him and it scared her but, she could also see longing in his eyes. To hear that there was a time in Tate's life where he was unhappy ripped her heart out.

"Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack shit."

Sam couldn't listen anymore. She agreed with him over the years she had seen the horrors of high school every day when Violet came home. She didn't want anything to hurt Violet because she was the only person at the time that ever understood her.

"I… hated high school." Tate continued. "So I would come here at stare at this vast, limitless expanse. Then it's like, that's your life man."

Sam couldn't take it anymore. She sat up and startled Tate's hips, raping her arms around his neck and baring her face in the crook of his neck. She just sat there for a moment enjoying his scent; they just sat like that for up seemed like a life time.

Sam finally lifted her head and looked into Tate's eyes they were void of all emotions and he was lost somewhere in his own mind. She did the only thing that she could to grab his attention and placed a kiss on his lips. At first he didn't respond but after a minuet he gently led her in the sand and placed himself over her. Sam let out a moan as Tate ran his right hand down her side and rested it on her hip.

Sam opened her eyes for a moment and saw something moving at the top of the hill. She pushed Tate off of her and stood up.

"Was it something I did? Sam please don't leave!" Tate was panicking.

"Tate, I love you. Look." She pointed to the figures coming down the hill. "I want nothing more than to see in the sand and make out with you but there are people coming and I'm still not comfortable around people."

She kept rambling until Tate stood up and pressed a finger to her lips.

"Sam, I'm never going to let anyone hurt you. You just stand next to me and everything will be ok." He said.

He kissed her forehead as the teens circled them. There were five of them a football player, cheerleader, goth, puck, and nerd. She never liked stereotyping people but she couldn't just say 'Hey dude and/or chick.'

"You know there's a whole lot of beach guys." Tate said.

"Good job Tate, you finally came out of hiding. We've been waiting years for you to show your face." The football player said. He's eye were wondering all over her body and it made her skin crawl.

"I'm surprised you had the balls to show your face around here." The cheerleader added.

"Yeah, maybe you should have worn a mask?" The goth she sarcastically asked getting in Tate's face.

"I'm not really into Halloween." Tate shoved her off.

"But this year's different, you have a date." Tate didn't take his eyes off the goth but took a step closer to Sam.

"It's not fair." The puck kid said. "Why does he get to have a girl friend I don't have one."

"Yeah," agreed the football player. "I haven't had sex in years." He ran his finger tips down Sam's arm a laughed when she shivered.

Tate pulled Sam to him. "Come on, we're leaving."

Back at the Murder House:

Tate and Sam were cuddling on Sam's bed as Tate explains to Violet what happened with the crazy teens.

"Well Tate they must have known you if they came at you like that." Violet said.

Tate sighed, "They're just some stupid teens. I thought you would understand."

Sam ran her fingers throw his hair attempting to calm him down. Tate took her hand and kissed the back of it; then flashing her a warm, sexy smile than made her knees weak.