Series: Lover's Sky
Title: Midnight Walk
Author: Melanie M./Shai/Misty AKA SailorFireStarr@aol.com/SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: please ASK if you want to archive it.
Pairing: just read to find out
Rating: PG 13/NC 17
Disclaimers: I don't own Popular or anything attached to the show and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback.
Warning: This whole series is short, short stories so be warned.
Comments: I need feedback. Remember, FEED ME! This is in Sam's POV. Enjoy!

The air is chilled and crisp. Carm and Lil are at home but not me. I'm the black sheep. The night has come and the darkness fills me with energy. I haven't the faintest idea why but it does. I feel so free, like letting go has made me stronger.

I can see my breath, smoky and white in the winter air like clouds in the sky. He use to make shapes of the clouds. Rabbits, cats, Scooby and any other thing the mind could create. He was sweet and so caring that sometimes I can feel his arms around me and his voice in my mind telling me everything will be ok. He would swoop down from heaven just to whisper in my ear. That's just the way daddy was.

I feel like a raven, flying over a death bitten town with only more sorrow to tell those who have survived. I know their secrets but even I, the raven, am not one to speak a word of it to any soul. I came to this town by pure mistake and lack of attention but I can feel death lurking in the streets. It seem much like a normal town but the silence makes it feel so much darker and gloomy than Santa Monica.

I've only been here for an hour or so but I've seen and heard more than any mere soul has. They protect us by night and try to live by day though I can see they're falling apart. I only saw them fight but I can tell they're in pain.

I'm on my way home now to pretend I haven't seen the creatures of the night and the mortal protectors of mankind. Tomorrow I will think this a dream and perhaps it's better that way for none of those I know would believe me and I'd end up in a cage with people in white coats prodding at me, trying to pick my brain to see where I went wrong.

I'm home at last but will they accept a tattered me and take me in the same? I've only been gone since sunset and I'm sure they've been worried sick but seeing my face will ease their worries and fears. I can kiss freedom goodbye for I know this next week I will be spending my endless hours with four white walls and a good book. And all for a midnight walk.

Free yet blind with knowledge,
Sam