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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 13:

"SAM!" Mikaela shrieked, throwing her arms around his fiancé's neck and kissing him passionately. Will and Leo stood to the side, waiting for them to finish. Leo even checked his watch and yawned. Sam finally managed to detach Mikaela from himself, now out of breath.

"Hey 'Kaela." Sam grinned.

"Oh my God, I missed you so much!" Mikaela grinned. "How was your flight?"

"It was..." Sam glanced at Will, then back at Mikaela. "... Boring."

"Okay." Mikaela said. "Well, do you and Will want to go and get unpacked? Afterwards we'll start making plans."

"Oh yeah, sounds good to me." Sam said. "Will?"

"Sure." Will said.

"I have other business to attend to." Leo sighed. "I'll catch you guys later." He walked off with a girl on each arm. Will shook his head.

"You can't believe it, can you?" Sam asked.

"No..." Will replied. "No, I can't."

"Neither can I." Mikaela smiled. "Come on, I'll show you both to your rooms."

"Am I sharing with you?" Sam asked, following Mikaela along one of the corridors and then up the stairs. Will was following behind him, gazing in awe at the hotel.

"Until the wedding." Mikaela replied. "Then you'll have to move out into another room."

"Okay." Sam said.

"This is our room." Mikaela shoved the key in the lock and opened the door. "Go in and start unpacking. I'll take Will to his room."

"Okay." Sam said, smiling at Will and walking into the room. Mikaela led Will further down the corridor and up another flight of stairs. They stopped outside Will's room.

"How bad was it?" Mikaela asked, turning to face Will.

"How bad was what?" Will asked, confused.

"Sam... his nightmares..." Mikaela replied. "How bad were they when I left?"

"Oh... they were bad, 'Kaela." Will grimaced. "One night, he turned up at my doorstep crying. It was horrible. I thought we were going to finish this war in Spain... but we didn't. He's still having the nightmares."

"Really?" Mikaela asked. Her expression was pained. "Are they still really bad?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"When he has a nightmare, I always wake him up and make him a hot chocolate." Will said. "It seems to make him feel a bit better before going back to sleep.

"Thanks for looking after him." Mikaela said, handing Will the keys for his room. "It means the world to me. Sam means the world to me."

"I know." He means the world to me, too.

"If you guys need me for anything, I'll be on the beach." Will smiled.

"I'll see you later." Mikaela smiled back at him, heading back down to her room to find Sam. Will walked into his room and dumped his suitcase on the floor. He sat down on the bed with his head in his hands. Will was ashamed of himself – he had looked Mikaela in the eye and lied to her. He hadn't felt this guilty about his relationship with Sam the first time around.

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Sam, Mikaela and Leo were sat at a shaded table on the veranda, flooded with wedding plans. Leo yawned and fanned himself in the midday heat while Mikaela droned on about flowers, dress fittings and food. Sam tried not to doze off as he listened to Mikaela – he wasn't excited about getting married anymore. He wanted to go upstairs and just lounge around with Will for the rest of the afternoon.

"ARE YOU TWO EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" Mikaela demanded, her glare locking onto Leo, then Sam.

"Of course I am!" Leo spluttered, sitting upright in his chair.

"I am 'Kaela... the heat makes me sleepy." Sam protested, shuffling closer to her. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying that the flowers should go there –"

"No, they can't go there." Leo interjected. "That's right at the entrance to the hotel. They won't fit in with the design. You'll just have to place the flowers around the ceremony and in the reception."

"Where are we having the ceremony?" Sam asked.

"On the beach." Mikaela replied. "I thought it would be the perfect place."

"Would you be able to move all the flowers down to the beach?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Sam leant back in his chair. "What kind of flowers are they?"

"We still haven't decided." Leo smiled. "We're divided on that decision. I say orchids but Mikaela says roses."

"Sam, which would you prefer?" Mikaela asked.

"Oh. I don't know." Sam replied. "I don't know much about flowers, but aren't roses more romantic?"

"Yes." Mikaela beamed. "Leo, we're going with the roses. No questions asked."

"Fine." Leo grumbled. "Just remember, it's my hotel and my strip of beach you're using. I could always up the price."

"Don't. You. Dare." Mikaela glowered.

"I won't!" Leo laughed. He checked his watch. "I think we should break for lunch."

"Okay. Does someone want to go and find Will? I think he's down on the beach." Mikaela said. "Well, that's where he told me he'd be earlier."

"I'll go." Sam volunteered, getting out of his seat and heading down to the beach.

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Will walked out of the ocean, shaking his head vigorously to get his wet hair out of his eyes. He spotted Sam walking down the beach towards him and grinned.

"Lunch time." Sam said, throwing Will a towel. Will caught it and started to dry himself.

"Really?" Will asked. "I thought you might've actually come down here to see me out of impulse."

"Are you kidding?" Sam asked. "I'm never going to escape from Mikaela and her wedding plans!"

"And you're not going to." Will said sternly. "You're marrying her."

"Okay, chill." Sam laughed. "I'm going to marry Mikaela, I promise."

"Good. She's better for you than I am." Will sighed. "I have to phone Sarah after lunch."

"Why?" Sam asked. "I mean... well, she is your wife... so I guess that's a good enough reason... but... why do you have to?"

"We haven't spoken for a while..." Will hesitated. "And we always fight when we do talk."

"I suppose. Come on, I left Leo and Mikaela together. They're probably having an argument right now..."

"They'll have to wait. I need to go to my room and grab a T-shirt."

"You don't need to..."

"Sam, you're drooling. I need a T-shirt."

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Will left the restaurant after lunch, glad he wasn't too involved in the wedding plans. Leo and Mikaela seemed to disagree about absolutely everything, whilst Sam just sat there, silently pleading for someone to rescue him from his torment. Will had responded by excusing himself from lunch and saying "have fun, kids" and directing a wink at Sam. His mood had changed immediately afterwards, when he remembered that he was going to phone Sarah. Will went up to his room to use the phone in peace and quiet. He really needed to sort out what was going on between them. Will punched in the number and listened to the ringing tone. He counted thirteen rings before he answered. Will was not a superstitious man – he didn't believe in anything about numbers, black cats, ladders or mirrors... but this time, thirteen was an unlucky number.

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... And I just realised that this is chapter 13... Freaky coincidence! :O