At 6:00 that day I was at the track; I found Sara leaning on a fence
post.
"So," I said, accidentally startling her. "Oh, sorry-you said you were going to explain, so."
"Right, well you see, when Blake and Hunter were first captured, I went up to save them. I made a deal with Lothor, saying that if he didn't kill my brothers because that was his original plan, I would help him with whatever he wanted. And so, I didn't tell you because he wanted me to betray you. But I never wanted to." She went on for another minute or two, tears starting to come.
"Oh," I said quietly, moving to put my arms around her, and she moved into them, and I closed them around her waist. She rested her head on my shoulder, and her hands on my chest, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"You were doing what you thought was right," I told her, resting my chin on her soft honey-blond hair.
"But that's no excuse to hurt such a sweet and wonderful guy like you."
"I've fallen for you," I told her, "But you crushed me that other day."
"As well as me," she added. "I just hope it's not too late to make things right for us."
"Is there an 'us'?" I asked.
"Do you want there to be?"
"I smiled at her. "Yes," I said, "It's not too late."
She looked up at me, a question dancing in her eyes.
I leaned down slightly.
"Careful," she whispered, looking into my eyes.
I closed my own and pressed my lips against hers. I felt her freeze up, then slowly, intensify it.
After a minute, we heard someone clear their throat. We parted and looked to the source of the noise.
"No. How'd he find me?"
"Sara," Sam said, so calmly that it was creepy. "Why'd you leave me? I loved you."
"You loved to hurt me," she spat at him.
"Sara, you don't want to hurt him, do you?" he asked.
"I can take care of myself," I told him.
"Really?" he said pulling a gun.
This guy's a psycho, I thought. We both stared at him.
"Sara, come here."
"I have to," she whispered fearfully to me, and walked silently to him.
"That's a good girl," Sam said.
Once she was there, "You're so good," he said, pulling the trigger.
My breath got caught in my throat. I clasped my lower left side, and fell to my knees.
"Dustin!" she cried, trying to get away.
"Come on," he said, pulling her away, and as he did so, I fell on my right side and tried to breathe through the pain.
"Dustin," Cam's voice said through my morpher, "Are you all right?"
"No," I confessed. "I've been shot."
"So," I said, accidentally startling her. "Oh, sorry-you said you were going to explain, so."
"Right, well you see, when Blake and Hunter were first captured, I went up to save them. I made a deal with Lothor, saying that if he didn't kill my brothers because that was his original plan, I would help him with whatever he wanted. And so, I didn't tell you because he wanted me to betray you. But I never wanted to." She went on for another minute or two, tears starting to come.
"Oh," I said quietly, moving to put my arms around her, and she moved into them, and I closed them around her waist. She rested her head on my shoulder, and her hands on my chest, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"You were doing what you thought was right," I told her, resting my chin on her soft honey-blond hair.
"But that's no excuse to hurt such a sweet and wonderful guy like you."
"I've fallen for you," I told her, "But you crushed me that other day."
"As well as me," she added. "I just hope it's not too late to make things right for us."
"Is there an 'us'?" I asked.
"Do you want there to be?"
"I smiled at her. "Yes," I said, "It's not too late."
She looked up at me, a question dancing in her eyes.
I leaned down slightly.
"Careful," she whispered, looking into my eyes.
I closed my own and pressed my lips against hers. I felt her freeze up, then slowly, intensify it.
After a minute, we heard someone clear their throat. We parted and looked to the source of the noise.
"No. How'd he find me?"
"Sara," Sam said, so calmly that it was creepy. "Why'd you leave me? I loved you."
"You loved to hurt me," she spat at him.
"Sara, you don't want to hurt him, do you?" he asked.
"I can take care of myself," I told him.
"Really?" he said pulling a gun.
This guy's a psycho, I thought. We both stared at him.
"Sara, come here."
"I have to," she whispered fearfully to me, and walked silently to him.
"That's a good girl," Sam said.
Once she was there, "You're so good," he said, pulling the trigger.
My breath got caught in my throat. I clasped my lower left side, and fell to my knees.
"Dustin!" she cried, trying to get away.
"Come on," he said, pulling her away, and as he did so, I fell on my right side and tried to breathe through the pain.
"Dustin," Cam's voice said through my morpher, "Are you all right?"
"No," I confessed. "I've been shot."