Axis Three
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She stared at him for much longer than was actually necessary as she waited his words to sink in. And when they finally did she let out a deep laugh. "Oh, I don't think so, mister."
"Well, I don't think you're in place to say something."
She gasped and looked surprised at him. "What the hell? I can very well take care of myself."
"I thought so too, but obviously you can't." He said back with the same obstinacy he heard in her voice. She had forgotten to take her pills like a child and she surely couldn't take care of herself alone that way. "You can barely walk by yourself to your bedroom, Sam."
He saw fire coming from her eyes as she stared at him defiantly and with a lot of difficult got up form the chair. The pills hadn't made affect yet so her leg was still hurting and Martin could see in the same eyes which there were fire in, the pain lingering her whole body. She grabbed the crutches before she could fall to the floor and used them to support her body, as they were lifesavers. She took two steps ahead but soon the pain was just too much and she couldn't stand anymore.
Martin stepped to her and as soon as he noticed her downward fall he grabbed her before she could find her destination on to the floor. Attempting to protect her body with her hands, both crutches fell before herself and she used her hands to hold onto Martin instead as soon as his arms were around her. A few rebel tears found their way down her face when the pain in her leg was just too much. She tried to suppress a sob as it tried to come out.
"I can't believe in you Sam..." He whispered and pushed her away only enough to look at her face. "You'd rather be in pain than to let someone help you." She didn't look back at him, as she was too ashamed by her behavior. She just used her hand to wipe the tears away as quickly as they came down. Martin sighed and put an arm around her waist as the other went to her arm and helped her to walk, putting most of her weight on him. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."
Sam didn't refute this time. She just let him hold her and lead the way. She was too tired to argue anymore anyway.
She woke up with the unfamiliar feeling of peace. She was so strangely calm and at easy that it was a little bit scary. As she opened her eyes to the bright morning sun, her sense of smell picked something sweet and strong. It was definitely the good smell of food but she couldn't quite make out what exactly. Coffee was definitely in the mix, that she knew for sure because coffee was what woke her up fully every morning. But then the rest...
It was strange but in an odd way very good. She wasn't used to wake up with smell of food in her apartment and remembering that Martin had slept over was what made it even more odd. He probably was the one making breakfast and it was just too intimate, too domestic.
She shook the thoughts away and slowly lifted her body upward, taking extra care with her leg, making sure it wasn't hurting. Martin had been very careful with her through the night. She had given him blankets and extra pillows so he could sleep more comfortable on the couch, though it wasn't really necessary because he spent most of the night on the chair beside Sam's bed in spite of her attempts to make him go to sleep. She felt bed for him, really. Martin stayed wake practically all night just to make sure she would take her pills and every four hours he would wake her up and give her a glass of water and the two pills. He'd make sure she wouldn't be in pain again.
And it had results for she didn't feel any pain this morning. Her leg was stinging a bit and a little sore but no major pain. This she could deal with. She smiled to herself as she reached out her hands to grab the crutches and just then Martin entered the room. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" He asked concerned and walked to her bed.
She looked up startled by his sudden entrance. It took her a second or two to focus again and noticed he was holding a tray. "I was just going to meet you." She said still staring at the tray in his hands. Did he really make her breakfast?
"Don't worry about that." He smiled and placed the tray beside her as she gave him space to do so. "I made you breakfast so you won't have to get up yet. I have to go to the FBI and you'll be alone in the morning but I'll be back for lunch, OK?"
She couldn't help but smile in appreciation for his care. He was so sweet sometimes that it amazed her. He was trying so hard to make sure she wouldn't be in pain again that she wanted to cry all over again. He liked and cared about her even her being cold and bitchy sometimes. "Okay." She smiled back at him and let her eyes meet his. His eyes were so blue that she could confound them with the sky. She found hypnotized by his eyes sometimes.
He gave her one last ensuring smile and turned to go but when he reached the doorway he turned back to her. "Call me if you need anything." He said seriously and waited patiently for her reply.
"I won't need anything. I'm good, don't worry." And after receiving a glare from him, blue eyes becoming darker, she laughed softly. "I will call you Martin. Geez, chill out."
"I just worry about you."
She nodded, letting him know she did know he felt something for her, she knew it. She just couldn't let herself admit it out loud. "Thank you Martin."
"You're welcome." He said with one of his mega-watt smiles and with that he left.
He looked at his watch for the umpteenth time this morning. All he wanted was time to pass quickly. He had been so hesitant of leaving Samantha that morning that he almost called in sick, but he couldn't do that. Missing Persons Unit was already with one less member and he couldn't just skip work. There were people out there that needed him as much as Sam did. The only difference was that the person in question had an important space in his heart. He cared more about that tough woman than the missing persons he looked for every day.
He couldn't help but feel worried about her. After she had called in the middle of the night he promised himself he wouldn't let her down again. Her voice was so weak and childlike, it held that unmistakable hint of tears and she seemed so scared. It nearly broke his heart in two for hearing her like that. He could even say that it was almost the same when he saw her in that ambulance. To see Samantha so naked to the world was somewhat heart breaking.
It was only a few minutes until she had to take her pills again and he wanted to call her and make sure she'd take them but in the middle of a meeting with Jack was kind of impossible to make that call.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a muffled sight. Suddenly all this job seemed so boring, so senseless. Why go to work when the reason he woke up every day wasn't there to be stared at? He knew he should feel like he wanted to help people, that was why he worked but since he met that breath taking blond she had become most of the reason of going to the FBI. She was so beautiful that became inconvenient his staring for sometimes she caught him looking at her, embarrassing him and he could do not but give her a shy smile and blush, or make some incoherent talk trying to avoid his staring.
When he left Seattle to come to NY he thought that it could be stupid, that he could have made a wrong decision, leaving everything behind and practically starting over. He'd go to a place where he knew no one; he knew nothing about. But when he sat his eyes on her for the first time, that made his doubts go away and give him all the encouragement he needed to begin again. He was so relieved that it caused him trouble because of him pushing things so much caused Sam to withdraw from him so he had no choice than to back off a little.
Later he had the stupid idea of asking her out. He was so scared that she'd turn him down that he took almost a year to ask her and when he did he felt even more stupid than before, he was sure that it was a bad idea. She had turned him down indeed, of course she told him he could come with her and Eric but Martin didn't want to be an intruder. He wanted to be only him and Sam, no one else to catch her attention. Selfish, he knew that but what could him do? He liked Sam, he really did and wanting her only to himself was a part of liking someone. Sharing her with another guy wasn't inviting, not at all.
Maybe if he knew that she'd get shot and Martin'd be the one staying at her place, helping her to get through that, than just maybe he wouldn't have felt such a moron. He'd have laughed to himself and gone home relieved. Or at least not so down like he was.
Well, none of that really mattered now, did it?
Martin sighed relieved when Jack ended his speech and dismissed everybody to do their jobs. He got up quickly and pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket, dealing Sam's number on the speed dial. He walked to his desk as he waited for her response and he was starting to feel preoccupied when she took longer than his brain was disposed to wait to pick up the phone. But when she did he couldn't stop a smile from breaking across his face.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam."
"Oh, Martin... I can't believe... I told you I'd call if I needed anything."
"I know that. I just called to make sure you took your pills. Did you take them?"
She laughed slightly before answering him. "They're in my hands right now."
"Good. I just wanted to make sure."
"I'm fine Martin." She said with that resolute Samantha Spade voice of hers. "I'm in bed watching bad TV, ok? I'm fine."
"I know, Samantha. I just want to prevent any calls from you for a while. And you know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah." She chuckled and both stayed quite for a while, then suddenly she spoke again. "Oh, I gotta go. The commercial is over."
"I thought you were watching bad TV..."
"Commercial is really bad."
Martin rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle. "See you later."
"Yeah. Bye bye."
"Bye." He said and waited until the dial tone replaced her voice. He took the phone away from his ear and kept staring, almost lovingly, at it for a moment, then put it back in his pocket.
Martin tried to equilibrate the bags of food in one hand as he opened the door with the other. When he got inside he used his feet to push the door close and went to the kitchen. He put the bags down and took the microwaveble food from them. He was putting the first plate in the microwave when he stopped in his tracks. He looked around; scanning the small part of the apartment he could see from the kitchen, searching for any sign of Sam. It was all too quite.
Instead of turning the microwave oven on, he put the plate down on the counter and silently crossed the empty living room to the bedroom. He knocked softly on the door and opened it carefully not to do any noise and saw the sleeping Sam under the half dark room. She seemed so at peace that he didn't feel like waking her up, so he just got inside the room and turned the TV off, which she had obviously left turned on.
He walked back out of the bedroom and before he closed the door, he stayed staring at her for a few seconds. It wasn't every time he got to see Samantha sleeping so peacefully like that, so calm and unaware of the world, so he would just got whatever chance he had. Looking at a sleeping Samantha Spade was a privilege not a lot of people had and this'd surely be something he'd lock in his mind with very care and look tenderly at it when he felt sad or alone.
Soon he found his lips turning up into a smile.
He could not help it. Looking at Samantha and not smiling was like watching the sun settle down in the horizon and not think it was beautiful. She had that effect on him; she made him want to smile for the silliest reason and made his heart skip with joy when she looked at him or even when he just felt her scent. He felt nervous only for seeing her entering whatever room he was.
Looking at her sleeping like that made is heart ache, it made him feel like he belonged there, right there where he was, was where he should be. He had this feeling deep down.
He shook his head; trying to make those stupid thoughts go away. As much as he wanted to be in that bed with her, holding her, it would never come true. Samantha never looked at him like that and probably never would. That was the only thing he regretted about their relationship, not being able to tell her exactly how he felt with sure that she wouldn't look away from him. He wouldn't have to hear that she wasn't interested or that she was seeing someone else, or any other kind of excuse he would feel bad about.
He sighed and finally stepped out of her room, leaving enough space to close the door, but a low, murmured sound made him open it again. "Martin? Is that you?" Sam murmured with her husky sleepy voice.
"Hey. Yeah, it's me." He whispered, not wanting to disturb her when wasn't necessary.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, sitting upright and when she did so her leg stung slightly. "Ouch." She made a face.
"Is your leg hurting?" He asked walking back inside the room and close to the bed, already worried.
Sam ran a soft hand over her face, getting the locks of hair out of her eyes and putting them behind her ears. "Yeah, but just a little."
"How long have you been sleeping?" He asked as he searched for her pills in the drawer of the bedside table.
"I don't know. All morning, I guess. These pills make me sleepy."
"I think you overslept and didn't take your pills." He finally found the bottle and took two pills from it, handing them to her. "Here. I'll get a glass of water, ok?"
She nodded giving him a smile as he left the room, but soon her smile turned into a face. It was so strange having Martin with her like that, taking care of her like he was doing. A couple of hours after he had left he called her to make sure she had taken her pills but after that he didn't call again. She was a bit relieved that he wasn't over her all the time but a little disappointed that he hadn't called. She thought that that was the reason she fell asleep. Without Martin calling to make sure she would take the pills and the pills having a sleepy affect she had nothing to keep her awake.
But Martin was back now and he was taking care of her again and the thought of him back home for some reason made her heart warm. 'It's only Martin,' she thought, but the truth was, 'only Martin' was the reason she was feeling like that.
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She stared at him for much longer than was actually necessary as she waited his words to sink in. And when they finally did she let out a deep laugh. "Oh, I don't think so, mister."
"Well, I don't think you're in place to say something."
She gasped and looked surprised at him. "What the hell? I can very well take care of myself."
"I thought so too, but obviously you can't." He said back with the same obstinacy he heard in her voice. She had forgotten to take her pills like a child and she surely couldn't take care of herself alone that way. "You can barely walk by yourself to your bedroom, Sam."
He saw fire coming from her eyes as she stared at him defiantly and with a lot of difficult got up form the chair. The pills hadn't made affect yet so her leg was still hurting and Martin could see in the same eyes which there were fire in, the pain lingering her whole body. She grabbed the crutches before she could fall to the floor and used them to support her body, as they were lifesavers. She took two steps ahead but soon the pain was just too much and she couldn't stand anymore.
Martin stepped to her and as soon as he noticed her downward fall he grabbed her before she could find her destination on to the floor. Attempting to protect her body with her hands, both crutches fell before herself and she used her hands to hold onto Martin instead as soon as his arms were around her. A few rebel tears found their way down her face when the pain in her leg was just too much. She tried to suppress a sob as it tried to come out.
"I can't believe in you Sam..." He whispered and pushed her away only enough to look at her face. "You'd rather be in pain than to let someone help you." She didn't look back at him, as she was too ashamed by her behavior. She just used her hand to wipe the tears away as quickly as they came down. Martin sighed and put an arm around her waist as the other went to her arm and helped her to walk, putting most of her weight on him. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."
Sam didn't refute this time. She just let him hold her and lead the way. She was too tired to argue anymore anyway.
She woke up with the unfamiliar feeling of peace. She was so strangely calm and at easy that it was a little bit scary. As she opened her eyes to the bright morning sun, her sense of smell picked something sweet and strong. It was definitely the good smell of food but she couldn't quite make out what exactly. Coffee was definitely in the mix, that she knew for sure because coffee was what woke her up fully every morning. But then the rest...
It was strange but in an odd way very good. She wasn't used to wake up with smell of food in her apartment and remembering that Martin had slept over was what made it even more odd. He probably was the one making breakfast and it was just too intimate, too domestic.
She shook the thoughts away and slowly lifted her body upward, taking extra care with her leg, making sure it wasn't hurting. Martin had been very careful with her through the night. She had given him blankets and extra pillows so he could sleep more comfortable on the couch, though it wasn't really necessary because he spent most of the night on the chair beside Sam's bed in spite of her attempts to make him go to sleep. She felt bed for him, really. Martin stayed wake practically all night just to make sure she would take her pills and every four hours he would wake her up and give her a glass of water and the two pills. He'd make sure she wouldn't be in pain again.
And it had results for she didn't feel any pain this morning. Her leg was stinging a bit and a little sore but no major pain. This she could deal with. She smiled to herself as she reached out her hands to grab the crutches and just then Martin entered the room. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" He asked concerned and walked to her bed.
She looked up startled by his sudden entrance. It took her a second or two to focus again and noticed he was holding a tray. "I was just going to meet you." She said still staring at the tray in his hands. Did he really make her breakfast?
"Don't worry about that." He smiled and placed the tray beside her as she gave him space to do so. "I made you breakfast so you won't have to get up yet. I have to go to the FBI and you'll be alone in the morning but I'll be back for lunch, OK?"
She couldn't help but smile in appreciation for his care. He was so sweet sometimes that it amazed her. He was trying so hard to make sure she wouldn't be in pain again that she wanted to cry all over again. He liked and cared about her even her being cold and bitchy sometimes. "Okay." She smiled back at him and let her eyes meet his. His eyes were so blue that she could confound them with the sky. She found hypnotized by his eyes sometimes.
He gave her one last ensuring smile and turned to go but when he reached the doorway he turned back to her. "Call me if you need anything." He said seriously and waited patiently for her reply.
"I won't need anything. I'm good, don't worry." And after receiving a glare from him, blue eyes becoming darker, she laughed softly. "I will call you Martin. Geez, chill out."
"I just worry about you."
She nodded, letting him know she did know he felt something for her, she knew it. She just couldn't let herself admit it out loud. "Thank you Martin."
"You're welcome." He said with one of his mega-watt smiles and with that he left.
He looked at his watch for the umpteenth time this morning. All he wanted was time to pass quickly. He had been so hesitant of leaving Samantha that morning that he almost called in sick, but he couldn't do that. Missing Persons Unit was already with one less member and he couldn't just skip work. There were people out there that needed him as much as Sam did. The only difference was that the person in question had an important space in his heart. He cared more about that tough woman than the missing persons he looked for every day.
He couldn't help but feel worried about her. After she had called in the middle of the night he promised himself he wouldn't let her down again. Her voice was so weak and childlike, it held that unmistakable hint of tears and she seemed so scared. It nearly broke his heart in two for hearing her like that. He could even say that it was almost the same when he saw her in that ambulance. To see Samantha so naked to the world was somewhat heart breaking.
It was only a few minutes until she had to take her pills again and he wanted to call her and make sure she'd take them but in the middle of a meeting with Jack was kind of impossible to make that call.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a muffled sight. Suddenly all this job seemed so boring, so senseless. Why go to work when the reason he woke up every day wasn't there to be stared at? He knew he should feel like he wanted to help people, that was why he worked but since he met that breath taking blond she had become most of the reason of going to the FBI. She was so beautiful that became inconvenient his staring for sometimes she caught him looking at her, embarrassing him and he could do not but give her a shy smile and blush, or make some incoherent talk trying to avoid his staring.
When he left Seattle to come to NY he thought that it could be stupid, that he could have made a wrong decision, leaving everything behind and practically starting over. He'd go to a place where he knew no one; he knew nothing about. But when he sat his eyes on her for the first time, that made his doubts go away and give him all the encouragement he needed to begin again. He was so relieved that it caused him trouble because of him pushing things so much caused Sam to withdraw from him so he had no choice than to back off a little.
Later he had the stupid idea of asking her out. He was so scared that she'd turn him down that he took almost a year to ask her and when he did he felt even more stupid than before, he was sure that it was a bad idea. She had turned him down indeed, of course she told him he could come with her and Eric but Martin didn't want to be an intruder. He wanted to be only him and Sam, no one else to catch her attention. Selfish, he knew that but what could him do? He liked Sam, he really did and wanting her only to himself was a part of liking someone. Sharing her with another guy wasn't inviting, not at all.
Maybe if he knew that she'd get shot and Martin'd be the one staying at her place, helping her to get through that, than just maybe he wouldn't have felt such a moron. He'd have laughed to himself and gone home relieved. Or at least not so down like he was.
Well, none of that really mattered now, did it?
Martin sighed relieved when Jack ended his speech and dismissed everybody to do their jobs. He got up quickly and pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket, dealing Sam's number on the speed dial. He walked to his desk as he waited for her response and he was starting to feel preoccupied when she took longer than his brain was disposed to wait to pick up the phone. But when she did he couldn't stop a smile from breaking across his face.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam."
"Oh, Martin... I can't believe... I told you I'd call if I needed anything."
"I know that. I just called to make sure you took your pills. Did you take them?"
She laughed slightly before answering him. "They're in my hands right now."
"Good. I just wanted to make sure."
"I'm fine Martin." She said with that resolute Samantha Spade voice of hers. "I'm in bed watching bad TV, ok? I'm fine."
"I know, Samantha. I just want to prevent any calls from you for a while. And you know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah." She chuckled and both stayed quite for a while, then suddenly she spoke again. "Oh, I gotta go. The commercial is over."
"I thought you were watching bad TV..."
"Commercial is really bad."
Martin rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle. "See you later."
"Yeah. Bye bye."
"Bye." He said and waited until the dial tone replaced her voice. He took the phone away from his ear and kept staring, almost lovingly, at it for a moment, then put it back in his pocket.
Martin tried to equilibrate the bags of food in one hand as he opened the door with the other. When he got inside he used his feet to push the door close and went to the kitchen. He put the bags down and took the microwaveble food from them. He was putting the first plate in the microwave when he stopped in his tracks. He looked around; scanning the small part of the apartment he could see from the kitchen, searching for any sign of Sam. It was all too quite.
Instead of turning the microwave oven on, he put the plate down on the counter and silently crossed the empty living room to the bedroom. He knocked softly on the door and opened it carefully not to do any noise and saw the sleeping Sam under the half dark room. She seemed so at peace that he didn't feel like waking her up, so he just got inside the room and turned the TV off, which she had obviously left turned on.
He walked back out of the bedroom and before he closed the door, he stayed staring at her for a few seconds. It wasn't every time he got to see Samantha sleeping so peacefully like that, so calm and unaware of the world, so he would just got whatever chance he had. Looking at a sleeping Samantha Spade was a privilege not a lot of people had and this'd surely be something he'd lock in his mind with very care and look tenderly at it when he felt sad or alone.
Soon he found his lips turning up into a smile.
He could not help it. Looking at Samantha and not smiling was like watching the sun settle down in the horizon and not think it was beautiful. She had that effect on him; she made him want to smile for the silliest reason and made his heart skip with joy when she looked at him or even when he just felt her scent. He felt nervous only for seeing her entering whatever room he was.
Looking at her sleeping like that made is heart ache, it made him feel like he belonged there, right there where he was, was where he should be. He had this feeling deep down.
He shook his head; trying to make those stupid thoughts go away. As much as he wanted to be in that bed with her, holding her, it would never come true. Samantha never looked at him like that and probably never would. That was the only thing he regretted about their relationship, not being able to tell her exactly how he felt with sure that she wouldn't look away from him. He wouldn't have to hear that she wasn't interested or that she was seeing someone else, or any other kind of excuse he would feel bad about.
He sighed and finally stepped out of her room, leaving enough space to close the door, but a low, murmured sound made him open it again. "Martin? Is that you?" Sam murmured with her husky sleepy voice.
"Hey. Yeah, it's me." He whispered, not wanting to disturb her when wasn't necessary.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, sitting upright and when she did so her leg stung slightly. "Ouch." She made a face.
"Is your leg hurting?" He asked walking back inside the room and close to the bed, already worried.
Sam ran a soft hand over her face, getting the locks of hair out of her eyes and putting them behind her ears. "Yeah, but just a little."
"How long have you been sleeping?" He asked as he searched for her pills in the drawer of the bedside table.
"I don't know. All morning, I guess. These pills make me sleepy."
"I think you overslept and didn't take your pills." He finally found the bottle and took two pills from it, handing them to her. "Here. I'll get a glass of water, ok?"
She nodded giving him a smile as he left the room, but soon her smile turned into a face. It was so strange having Martin with her like that, taking care of her like he was doing. A couple of hours after he had left he called her to make sure she had taken her pills but after that he didn't call again. She was a bit relieved that he wasn't over her all the time but a little disappointed that he hadn't called. She thought that that was the reason she fell asleep. Without Martin calling to make sure she would take the pills and the pills having a sleepy affect she had nothing to keep her awake.
But Martin was back now and he was taking care of her again and the thought of him back home for some reason made her heart warm. 'It's only Martin,' she thought, but the truth was, 'only Martin' was the reason she was feeling like that.
So guys, third chap done! Review and tell me what you think.