Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler. I'm in no way connected to the show.
Author's Note: I know I said it wouldn't take a long time to add the next chapter, but it did. I'm sorry if me changing the POV was confusing from time to time, but there was no other way to put those scenes in. One more chapter left to go after this! Enjoy!
Will You Take Care of Me?
It has been about a month since Sam has come back. Things are starting to get back to normal around here. Sam took over as lead parent again, and I was pretty much left behind. Sam didn't need me to help her with Chloe because Chloe wasn't mad at her anymore. Chloe didn't need me anymore; she had Sam. Even Angel didn't need me anymore. One of the reasons she had come back after Jack was gone was to tell me she is getting married and is moving to New York permanently. Nobody needed me. Soon Sam would probably have her job back, and I would end up back where I started. Like I said, nobody needs me.
"Hey, John. I'm going to pick up the pizza. Do you want to come?" Sam said as she walked out from her room putting her hair up. She grabbed the car keys and started to put on her coat.
"Nah. I think I'm just going to stay here."
"Are you sure?"
"I think I can survive while your gone."
"Okay." She gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back. Good bye." She smiled and left. I glance out the window to make sure she gets in the car. I walk from the window to my room.
Without Sam or Chloe knowing I have been looking at houses and apartments to move into. I thought of moving out of Atlanta, maybe even Georgia. I figured that since I wasn't needed anymore I might as well leave. Then I thought about it more. No matter how bad it was, I don't think I could leave; I love Sam and Chloe too much. I found a nice place to live in. It was small, but big enough for one person to live in. It would be just fine.
I have been packing my stuff for a while now. All I have to do is place the payment on the house and it is mine. Sam and Chloe haven't even noticed my room getting barer and barer each day. I just have a little more left to pack up, which is what I am doing now. Some of my other stuff is already at the new place. I grab the last things from the bathroom and place them in the box. I'm all finished now. Chloe won't be home for the rest of the night, and Sam is gone. I can finally put the last of the boxes in my car. I figure if Sam and Chloe don't know I moved until I do then they can't stop me; not that they probably want to.
I reach down and pick up one of the boxes when the door to my room opens. Sam walks in with a look of anger on her face. She throws my cell phone on my bed. I could tell she was ready to yell at me. "You left this in my car. How could you do this? Did you ever think of telling me that you are moving?"
Darn, she knows. There goes my plan. "I'm not moving. Why do you say I'm moving?"
"Oh I don't know, John. There could be the fact that your room is practically empty and the fact all your stuff is packed in boxes. Or maybe it's the fact that the real-estate agent just called your cell phone to confirm you buying the house and asking if the full payment would me in soon. Yeah, you're right, John, you're not moving."
Busted. I just had to leave my cell phone in the car. "I was going to tell you."
"When? After you already moved into the house?"
How did she know? I hate it when she's right. "I didn't think it mattered."
"You thought it didn't matter? It does matter, John. What about Chloe and me?"
"Like you care."
"How could you say that?"
"Let's face the facts, Sam. I'm not needed anymore. You got everything under control. You don't care. You don't even trust me enough to tell me what really happened that made you run away." Now I matched Sam's shouting.
Tears showed up in her eyes. "You want to know what happened, John? Huh, you wanna know? Do you really want to know why I ran?
"I was scared. I wasn't scared for my life. Instead it was someone I love's life."
"Chloe?"
"No. It was you. I loved you. I still love you. The thing is, Jack knew I loved you. He knew my own feelings before I did. He sent me pictures of you and me everyday. They would have little notes to me like 'You love John, and if out loud you say you do, I'll make sure he'll never be with you.', 'Stop showing your love for him, for if you don't you'll never see him again.', and 'You belong to me only.'
"I wasn't going to let him kill another man I loved. I wouldn't be able to get through it. I didn't tell anyone about the pictures. Bailey didn't even know I got any more things from Jack. I made up an excuse for wanting to go away. I just didn't want to see you get hurt. I knew you would refuse to have protection, and I knew I couldn't stay here not being able to show any signs of feelings for you."
"He still could have killed me, Sam."
"No, he wouldn't. He wanted to torture me. He wanted control over my life. He knew how hard it would be to not show any feelings for you. He wanted my life to be hell.
"I was to tell you I loved you before I left, but I didn't get the chance. That night when we were supposed to have dinner was not supposed to be my last. I had two more days. I wanted to spend those days with you and Chloe. On the last day, I was going to tell you that I loved you. I decided I couldn't leave without you not knowing. I was going to ask you not to respond because I was too afraid to find the answer.
"Things went wrong. Jack almost ruined it. Things were rearranged at the last minute. Jack had sent Bailey a message to tell me that I had done exactly what he told me not to and now I was going to pay. You didn't make it to the restaurant in time for me to say goodbye.
The last few years have been miserable for me. There were days when I thought I couldn't make it. What kept me alive was knowing that there was still hope of me seeing you again. You saved me so many times. So don't you dare say I don't need you! I need you because I love you!"
"Sam, I…"
"No, I should go. I've got to leave right now. This isn't fair to you. I shouldn't have told you all this. You should just try to forget all this. If you really want to, you can leave."
"I don't want to leave, Sam."
"I'll see you later, John." Sam turns to walk away.
"Don't you dare walk out that door, Sam! What's not fair is that you never gave me the chance to say anything about this. If you let me talk you would find out how completely in love with you I am. You would know how long I wanted to hear the words 'I love you' come from you lips and be directed towards me. I love you more than anything, Sam. If you can't see that then you must be blind." I take a deep breath to calm down. My voice lowers from a yell to a whisper. "I love you too. Don't leave."
She slowly walks back to me until we are close enough to feel each other's breath. My hand makes its way onto her face. The back of my hand gently caresses the side of her face. He eyes close shut with my touch. Hesitantly, our faces make their way closer. My eyes shut as our lips touch. Her hands make their way onto the side of my face. We slowly pull away. All the sudden, her arms are wrapped around my neck and our lips are touching again with more passion than before. My hand grasps some of her hair tightly as the other holds her close to me. This is what I have been waiting for all my life.