This chapter will explain the unnecessary look Emma gave Sam in chapter 5.
Or was it necessary
Emma stood outside the house a week from the hammock incident. In that time, her, Jack and Daniel made a wall and a door around her bed so it actually looked like a room and so there wouldn't be any "encounters". Also, Emma grew more frustrated with Sam. Just a minute ago she blew up at her. Just as Emma was replaying that terrible event that had just occurred, Sam came outside rather angry.
"You want to tell me what the hell your problem is agents me?" Emma crossed her arms. That's when it started to rain lightly.
"I lied to you." Emma said making eye contact with Sam.
"About what?" Sam asked the anger still in her voice.
"Well, maybe not lied just not the hole truth." Sam rolled her eyes. "I was reading when I was taken but what I failed to mention was that it was at my mother's funeral." Sam did her closed eye thing and the anger left her face.
"I didn't know." She walked under a tree so she wouldn't get completely soaked. "That doesn't mean you take your anger and pain out on me."
"Whatever." Emma mumbled as she shifted her feet.
"I know what you're going threw." Sam said.
"You have no idea what I'm going threw." Emma's voice lifted a bit. By this time everyone was in the doorway.
"I lost my mother too." Sam yelled.
"I didn't loose her I found her!!" Her voice carried threw the woods. It was raining so hard now Sam couldn't tell if Emma was crying or it was the rain.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked walking out from beneath the tree. It wasn't very good shelter anyway she was already soaked. Emma wiped her nose lightly on the back of her hand.
"The woman who died was the one who adopted me at birth. I only found this out that morning before the funeral. I felt crushed. The woman I looked up to most in my life, lied to me all threw it."
"She was protecting you." Sam said. Now it was Emma's turn to roll her eyes.
"About a week ago, I met my real mother. My dad, well, Mike told me her name, what she did for a living and a picture he had of you only 15 years younger." She let out a laughed. "When I saw you I was happy, scared and... I was disarmed and that scared me." Sam looked like she was in shock but she never broke eye contact. "Then you talking to Jenny for the past week about not wanting a kid right now or you couldn't even think of having a kid. Well guess what?" She stretched her arms out to the sides. "You should of thought of that 15 years ago." Sam closed her eyes. "You are one of the smartest person I have ever met and probably one of the smartest I'll ever meat but damn you can be dense. I honestly thought that that look gave it away. And then listening to you and Sarah go on about teen pregnancy and how you feel bad for them. I don't know if hypocrite is the right word for it but pathetic works." She was going to continue but she saw how red Sam's eyes were so she turned and walked down to the beach. Sam stood there in the torrential down pore dumbfounded.
"Oh my god." Sam's hand went to her mouth. This could ruin everything. How would her father respond? Oh no. How would Jack respond? She didn't even want to think about it.
"Sam." A soft familiar voice came up behind her. "Sam?" She turned and looked into Jack's eyes.
"I know what you must think of me." Sam said backing away. But Jack walked forward.
"That you're the most beautiful woman I've met. That's never changed." Sam started to cry again so Jack pulled her into a hug. "Sam, the fact that you have a kid doesn't change the way I think about you." He could feel her sigh in relief.
"I never saw this coming." Sam said as the hug broke. "Ya I knew this day would come but not like this." She laughed. "And I thought it would be on earth." Jack put his hands on her neck.
"Let me talk to her." Sam shrugged.
"Couldn't get any worse." Jack kissed her then made his way down to the beach.
Emma stood outside the house a week from the hammock incident. In that time, her, Jack and Daniel made a wall and a door around her bed so it actually looked like a room and so there wouldn't be any "encounters". Also, Emma grew more frustrated with Sam. Just a minute ago she blew up at her. Just as Emma was replaying that terrible event that had just occurred, Sam came outside rather angry.
"You want to tell me what the hell your problem is agents me?" Emma crossed her arms. That's when it started to rain lightly.
"I lied to you." Emma said making eye contact with Sam.
"About what?" Sam asked the anger still in her voice.
"Well, maybe not lied just not the hole truth." Sam rolled her eyes. "I was reading when I was taken but what I failed to mention was that it was at my mother's funeral." Sam did her closed eye thing and the anger left her face.
"I didn't know." She walked under a tree so she wouldn't get completely soaked. "That doesn't mean you take your anger and pain out on me."
"Whatever." Emma mumbled as she shifted her feet.
"I know what you're going threw." Sam said.
"You have no idea what I'm going threw." Emma's voice lifted a bit. By this time everyone was in the doorway.
"I lost my mother too." Sam yelled.
"I didn't loose her I found her!!" Her voice carried threw the woods. It was raining so hard now Sam couldn't tell if Emma was crying or it was the rain.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked walking out from beneath the tree. It wasn't very good shelter anyway she was already soaked. Emma wiped her nose lightly on the back of her hand.
"The woman who died was the one who adopted me at birth. I only found this out that morning before the funeral. I felt crushed. The woman I looked up to most in my life, lied to me all threw it."
"She was protecting you." Sam said. Now it was Emma's turn to roll her eyes.
"About a week ago, I met my real mother. My dad, well, Mike told me her name, what she did for a living and a picture he had of you only 15 years younger." She let out a laughed. "When I saw you I was happy, scared and... I was disarmed and that scared me." Sam looked like she was in shock but she never broke eye contact. "Then you talking to Jenny for the past week about not wanting a kid right now or you couldn't even think of having a kid. Well guess what?" She stretched her arms out to the sides. "You should of thought of that 15 years ago." Sam closed her eyes. "You are one of the smartest person I have ever met and probably one of the smartest I'll ever meat but damn you can be dense. I honestly thought that that look gave it away. And then listening to you and Sarah go on about teen pregnancy and how you feel bad for them. I don't know if hypocrite is the right word for it but pathetic works." She was going to continue but she saw how red Sam's eyes were so she turned and walked down to the beach. Sam stood there in the torrential down pore dumbfounded.
"Oh my god." Sam's hand went to her mouth. This could ruin everything. How would her father respond? Oh no. How would Jack respond? She didn't even want to think about it.
"Sam." A soft familiar voice came up behind her. "Sam?" She turned and looked into Jack's eyes.
"I know what you must think of me." Sam said backing away. But Jack walked forward.
"That you're the most beautiful woman I've met. That's never changed." Sam started to cry again so Jack pulled her into a hug. "Sam, the fact that you have a kid doesn't change the way I think about you." He could feel her sigh in relief.
"I never saw this coming." Sam said as the hug broke. "Ya I knew this day would come but not like this." She laughed. "And I thought it would be on earth." Jack put his hands on her neck.
"Let me talk to her." Sam shrugged.
"Couldn't get any worse." Jack kissed her then made his way down to the beach.