Disclaimer - All I own is the dodgy plot - unfortunately, I don't own Sam. But I certainly wouldn't mind getting him for my upcoming birthday wink- wink . . . Sigh

Well, hi everyone! Sorry, I've been pretty slack with the updating - but well, I seem to get a LOT of homework.

Today I just saw "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" for the 2nd time - it is SOOOOO BLOODY BRILLIANT!!! It's EVEN BETTER the 2d time - Aww, so splendiferous! Harry friends, Professor Lupin and Sirius Black are just wonderfully great! double sigh. Sorry for the gushing, I get a little caught up sometimes . . . OK, ALL the time.

Here it is - the 2nd last chapter . . .

Joon ran. She ran until her veins pumped battery acid. She checked her watch as she ran, I'm pretty sure that the train won't be there just yet. . . Joon didn't want to even consider the possibility that her beloved Sam could already be aboard that train. The journey to the train station was like a giant obstacle course - fruit stand here, car there, circus elephants everywhere!

But finally - she was there. The station was unnaturally quiet - well, besides the Fred Astaire music playing softly from the loudspeakers (to keep pesky teenage hooligans away). Only the lone ticket seller in his navy uniform could be seen. Phew, no train in sight. Hmmm, is that a good thing?
Not even pausing to catch her breath, Joon began to look around the seemingly deserted train station. Joon stopped suddenly, spotting Sam. Joon's
breath caught in her throat.
It was as if she was seeing Sam for the first time. Unmistakably handsome and whimsical in appearance and nature. Joon was about to dash towards her sweet Sam, but paused to consider well, he did leave. Why would he want to come back - back to a poor crazy girl like me? Instead, she ducked behind a vending machine to collect herself.

Sam was sprawled on the lime green station bench, cane resting across his legs, his luggage bag propped against the faded brick wall. Sam had taken his sweet time getting to the train station. He was in no rush to leave Joon, the love of his life. But he did what was needed to be done. This was merely a single component in the grand scheme of things. Or so he thought. Sam was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to see Joon again, when he casually turned his head to catch a familiar glimpse of shimmering hair. Could it possibly be? Sam shook his head and looked again. Nope, its gone. Sam's shoulders slumped. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and sighed, withdrawing his faithful old pocket watch, flipping it open. Hmmm, things aren't looking so good. Gingerly, he clicked it shut and placed it back in is pocket and stood up. Sam was in a pacing mood.
He stuck his cane upright between the grooves of the bench, and for the next 5 minutes, paced back and forth, and back . . .and forth, until Joon finally emerged from behind the machine.

So this was it then, the grand showdown - or bittersweet reunion between two oddities in love.

Sam stopped dead in his tracks as Joon shuffled timidly from behind the machine. The pair were separated by several metres. For a moment, they just stood there. Joon took several small steps forward and stopped. Sam felt the strangest sensation inside his stomach, not just the usual butterflies, but full-on humming birds - ready to flutter Sam right on up to that cheesy old moon in the sky. Sam's eyes had immediately lighted up at the first sight of Joon. He moved several paces forward and also stopped. Joon's eyes began to gloss over, with the hint of tears threatening to erupt at any second, again advanced a further few steps - the gap between them slowly closing. Sam's lips began to spread into a slight smile. Sam, taking a deep breath, paced determinedly towards Joon until they were only inches apart. Without breaking eye contact, Sam whipped off his hat and tossed it at the bench, landing neatly on his cane like a hat rack.

Joon looked away and gazed down at the ground, not quite sure what to say. Sam gently placed his hand on Joon's face, lightly caressing her cheek, wiping the tears away. Carefully, he cradled Joon's chin, tilting her head upward. Joon gazed into Sam's eyes, a sad smile on her lips. "I, I thought I lost you." Joon managed to whisper. A pang of guilt hit Sam like icy water. He smoothed back a wisp of unkempt hair from her face.
"It's all right. No more secrets" he whispered softly in her ear. Joon's tears now flowed freely as she threw her arms around Sam in a tender embrace, she never wanted to let go.

As Fred Astaire's rendition of George Gershwin's "You Can't Take That Away From Me" came over the loudspeaker, Sam took a step back and held out a hand "would you care to dance?" he asked playfully.
"I, I don't really know how" Joon replied blushing. Sam smiled back confidently, "Well, I'll just have to teach you then." Joon smiled shyly and took his hand. Sam held one hand, and gently placed the other around Joon's waist, leading her in a slow waltz. Sam gently stroked Joon's hair as she lent her head upon his shoulder. After a moment, Joon lifted her head, whispering "If I've done anything to make you -", Sam placed a finger to her lips to silence her. "Shh".

Lowering his head, Sam closed his eyes and captured Joon's mouth in a sweet and passionate kiss.

Steam formed from the ancient train as it rolled languidly into the station, creating a perfect golden Hollywood moment - Casablanca style - two lovers in a tender embrace at a fog shrouded train station. Only, Sam was a little too occupied to notice. Their intimate moment was broken by the shrill train whistle.

Gazing into his face with glimmering eyes, Joon stepped back and so did he. Broad smiles on both their faces. Joon sniffed slightly. Sam gentlemanly handed Joon a handkerchief - as well as one for himself. Blowing his nose noisily, Joon burst into soft laughter. "Let's go home" she said, holding out an outstretched hand. He went back to the bench, retrieving his hat and cane, then strolled over to the wall to collect his suitcase. Grinning, he tipped his head to the side, once more kissing Joon's check before leaving the station hand-in-hand.

Sigh If I ever found a guy like Sam, I would be the luckiest girl on earth. I wonder if fella really exists?

Thanks again everyone!