Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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I love you guys this much (holds arms as far apart as they can get)! I love all your kind reviews and encouragement. It is really great to know that people enjoy my fan-fics. It makes me feel all warm inside… (coughs) Okay, onto the next chapter before I start to cry (tears of joy, of course).
And to Broni - I actually have no idea where I came up for the idea about the little notes all over the apartment. It kind of just popped into my head, but I'll have to say that I just went and saw the movie The Notebook recently and in one of the scenes Noah leaves a note on the headboard of the bed for Allie, so that may be where it came from. J
Chapter four, chapter four
Man, this is such a bore
Sitting in the same desk chair
And chewing on my hair
While I franticly write this
Oh boy do I have to piss!!!
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Samantha almost spilled all of her coffee that remained in her mug down the front of her white blouse when a hand snaked around her waist from behind. For a spilt second Samantha thought it was Jack, but when she reminded herself to stay calm because that was a ridiculous idea, she caught a whiff of a very familiar aftershave.
Before she could turn around to greet him, Martin set down four little pieces of plain white paper in front of Samantha, who stood still while the corners of her mouth tugged up into a grin. "So you got my little notes?" Samantha asked casually.
Martin rested his chin on her shoulder and faced her ear, "Think you're real funny, don't you?" he whispered, causing Samantha to blush uncontrollably. She tried to hide her red cheeks from Martin, but he noticed before she could say anything.
"I can be funny when I try," Samantha answered slowly, taking a sip from her coffee cup. "I know quite a few jokes that would have people rolling on the floor," she added to make herself feel better.
Martin scoffed, "I'm sure you do, Sam. But for future reference, I do not like being woken up to an annoying alarm clock and white notes hanging all over the place." While he said this, he pulled his head away and ducked around her to pour himself a fresh cup of coffee.
Martin had no clue what he had just implied, Samantha was sure of as she watched he pour his morning cup of coffee as always. 'For future reference'. The words seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog Sam couldn't see through or around. She cleared her throat and tried to clear her head, but an image of her an Martin popped into her head. She was relieved when it faded, but horrified when it was replaced by a picture of her and Jack together.
Samantha shook her head to get the image out of her head. That's the last thing I need to be thinking about right now, Sam told herself as she stared at Martin's back. "It would have been so much easier if you had just woken me up," Martin commented as he turned around to face her again, straightening his tie with one hand and holding the steaming mug with the other, "instead of spending your time writing them and taping them all around your apartment."
Samantha had to admit that she was a little disappointed to hear that Martin didn't like the whole note thing, but then again, he differed in many ways from Sam. She didn't know if he was a romantic person, so she reprimanded herself for thinking it would be fun to write little notes for him to find. Martin looked at her face and smiled, "Although I must admit that I simply loved that wonderful drawing of you at the stove burning my pancakes."
Samantha let out a little laugh, more to herself than to Martin. Then she plastered a very serious look to her face and placed her hands on her hips. "I'll have you know that those pancakes were perfectly eatable."
Martin shrugged, "Yeah. Maybe if you're a horse or goat. Then they'd be fine."
Sam playfully slapped him on the shoulder while a smile reappeared on her face. "I happen to find myself a good cook, I'll have you know."
"Have me know what?" Danny asked as he walked into the break room, rubbing his eyes to try to at least look like he wasn't falling asleep standing. He let out a huge yawn and Sam noticed that his hair was more out of control than usual.
"Have you know that you look like crap, Man," Martin answered, watching Danny walk past him to the coffee machine. Martin shot Sam a curious glance, but Samantha just shrugged and turned her attention back to their coworker.
"Yeah, well, I feel like crap," Danny retorted, finishing off his first cup of coffee in mere seconds before greedily pouring himself another. "My brother's wife calls me at four in the morning and she's all in a panic, as usual, saying that my brother is back in the slammer once again." Danny gulped down the second cup of coffee and was halfway through his next when he started speaking again. "So, at four o'clock in the morning, she wants me to go and pay his bail to get him out."
"What did you tell her?" Samantha asked, finishing off her first cup of coffee and watching Danny, her shoulder lightly touching Martin's. Danny looked up from his coffee cup, wondering who had drunk it all when he wasn't looking, and stared at Samantha. "What do you think I said? I said no friggin' way, that's what I said. So then she goes on and on about how he wasn't at fault and one of his old partners framed him, and the whole time she's talking all I can picture and hear is this annoying little bird squawking and trying to bite every one of my ten fingers off."
"Danny, it may have been four in the morning, but he's your brother. Don't you think you could at least pay for half of his bail? He's your family," Samantha pointed out, trying to avoid Martin's eye since she knew he was glancing at her.
Danny shook his head, "I went and talked in his behalf last time and in less than a year later, he's already back in the slammer. I'm tired of trying to fix all his screw ups. If I helped his wife and son every time they asked for it, I'd die of an overload. Plus, I wouldn't have anytime to work."
Danny drank a fourth cup of coffee and finally felt at least a little bit awake. He threw away his Styrofoam cup before glancing at Martin and Sam. His eyes settled on Martin as he quickly studied his manner. Something was different but Danny just couldn't place it. Then a light bulb turned on in his head and he almost gasped, "You had sex last night!" he said loudly.
Samantha's heart sank and Martin glanced from Samantha to Danny. "Look, Danny," Martin started in a light voice, trying to keep the entire office from hearing, "don't tell anyone, alright?"
Danny looked back at Martin, quite befuddled. "Why does it matter if I tell anyone?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't see what the big deal it. You had sex, big whoop."
Martin went into a coughing fit and forced Samantha to say something, "Look, we just don't want anyone knowing yet, okay? Can't you just keep it quite for a little while until we get thing sorted out?" she pleaded.
Danny stared from Martin to Samantha, dumbstruck. We? How did Samantha already know? When the answer he him, he actually did gasp. "No friggin' way! You slept with Sam?" Danny blurted and Samantha's stomach did a nosedive.
Martin's coughing fit immediately stopped so that he could look back at Danny, "What do you mean 'You slept with Sam'?"
Danny's eyes were wide with shock. "I didn't know you slept together! All I knew was that Martin had gotten laid last night. You slept with Sam?" he asked again.
Samantha grunted, "Yes, Danny," she hissed, "we slept together. Would you mind not telling the entire building?"
"Holy crap!" Danny whispered. "How? Why? When? Does anybody else know?"
"You're the only one who knows," Martin told him, "and we'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind."
"And we're not going into any details," Samantha added, just to verify. She was still slightly embarrassed that they had told Danny they had slept together, but for her defense, she had thought he already knew. "Look, I'm going to got find Vivian and try to get some work done." She gave Martin an evil glance, as if to say 'don't say anything' and then headed towards the door.
"So was she any good?" Danny immediately asked. Samantha, who hadn't gotten the door closed all the way behind her, heard this. "DANNY!!!!"
"Sorry," he called after her. Once he was sure the door had closed and she was out of earshot, Danny turned back to Martin. "Well, was she?"
Martin just grinned.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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I love you guys this much (holds arms as far apart as they can get)! I love all your kind reviews and encouragement. It is really great to know that people enjoy my fan-fics. It makes me feel all warm inside… (coughs) Okay, onto the next chapter before I start to cry (tears of joy, of course).
And to Broni - I actually have no idea where I came up for the idea about the little notes all over the apartment. It kind of just popped into my head, but I'll have to say that I just went and saw the movie The Notebook recently and in one of the scenes Noah leaves a note on the headboard of the bed for Allie, so that may be where it came from. J
Chapter four, chapter four
Man, this is such a bore
Sitting in the same desk chair
And chewing on my hair
While I franticly write this
Oh boy do I have to piss!!!
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Samantha almost spilled all of her coffee that remained in her mug down the front of her white blouse when a hand snaked around her waist from behind. For a spilt second Samantha thought it was Jack, but when she reminded herself to stay calm because that was a ridiculous idea, she caught a whiff of a very familiar aftershave.
Before she could turn around to greet him, Martin set down four little pieces of plain white paper in front of Samantha, who stood still while the corners of her mouth tugged up into a grin. "So you got my little notes?" Samantha asked casually.
Martin rested his chin on her shoulder and faced her ear, "Think you're real funny, don't you?" he whispered, causing Samantha to blush uncontrollably. She tried to hide her red cheeks from Martin, but he noticed before she could say anything.
"I can be funny when I try," Samantha answered slowly, taking a sip from her coffee cup. "I know quite a few jokes that would have people rolling on the floor," she added to make herself feel better.
Martin scoffed, "I'm sure you do, Sam. But for future reference, I do not like being woken up to an annoying alarm clock and white notes hanging all over the place." While he said this, he pulled his head away and ducked around her to pour himself a fresh cup of coffee.
Martin had no clue what he had just implied, Samantha was sure of as she watched he pour his morning cup of coffee as always. 'For future reference'. The words seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog Sam couldn't see through or around. She cleared her throat and tried to clear her head, but an image of her an Martin popped into her head. She was relieved when it faded, but horrified when it was replaced by a picture of her and Jack together.
Samantha shook her head to get the image out of her head. That's the last thing I need to be thinking about right now, Sam told herself as she stared at Martin's back. "It would have been so much easier if you had just woken me up," Martin commented as he turned around to face her again, straightening his tie with one hand and holding the steaming mug with the other, "instead of spending your time writing them and taping them all around your apartment."
Samantha had to admit that she was a little disappointed to hear that Martin didn't like the whole note thing, but then again, he differed in many ways from Sam. She didn't know if he was a romantic person, so she reprimanded herself for thinking it would be fun to write little notes for him to find. Martin looked at her face and smiled, "Although I must admit that I simply loved that wonderful drawing of you at the stove burning my pancakes."
Samantha let out a little laugh, more to herself than to Martin. Then she plastered a very serious look to her face and placed her hands on her hips. "I'll have you know that those pancakes were perfectly eatable."
Martin shrugged, "Yeah. Maybe if you're a horse or goat. Then they'd be fine."
Sam playfully slapped him on the shoulder while a smile reappeared on her face. "I happen to find myself a good cook, I'll have you know."
"Have me know what?" Danny asked as he walked into the break room, rubbing his eyes to try to at least look like he wasn't falling asleep standing. He let out a huge yawn and Sam noticed that his hair was more out of control than usual.
"Have you know that you look like crap, Man," Martin answered, watching Danny walk past him to the coffee machine. Martin shot Sam a curious glance, but Samantha just shrugged and turned her attention back to their coworker.
"Yeah, well, I feel like crap," Danny retorted, finishing off his first cup of coffee in mere seconds before greedily pouring himself another. "My brother's wife calls me at four in the morning and she's all in a panic, as usual, saying that my brother is back in the slammer once again." Danny gulped down the second cup of coffee and was halfway through his next when he started speaking again. "So, at four o'clock in the morning, she wants me to go and pay his bail to get him out."
"What did you tell her?" Samantha asked, finishing off her first cup of coffee and watching Danny, her shoulder lightly touching Martin's. Danny looked up from his coffee cup, wondering who had drunk it all when he wasn't looking, and stared at Samantha. "What do you think I said? I said no friggin' way, that's what I said. So then she goes on and on about how he wasn't at fault and one of his old partners framed him, and the whole time she's talking all I can picture and hear is this annoying little bird squawking and trying to bite every one of my ten fingers off."
"Danny, it may have been four in the morning, but he's your brother. Don't you think you could at least pay for half of his bail? He's your family," Samantha pointed out, trying to avoid Martin's eye since she knew he was glancing at her.
Danny shook his head, "I went and talked in his behalf last time and in less than a year later, he's already back in the slammer. I'm tired of trying to fix all his screw ups. If I helped his wife and son every time they asked for it, I'd die of an overload. Plus, I wouldn't have anytime to work."
Danny drank a fourth cup of coffee and finally felt at least a little bit awake. He threw away his Styrofoam cup before glancing at Martin and Sam. His eyes settled on Martin as he quickly studied his manner. Something was different but Danny just couldn't place it. Then a light bulb turned on in his head and he almost gasped, "You had sex last night!" he said loudly.
Samantha's heart sank and Martin glanced from Samantha to Danny. "Look, Danny," Martin started in a light voice, trying to keep the entire office from hearing, "don't tell anyone, alright?"
Danny looked back at Martin, quite befuddled. "Why does it matter if I tell anyone?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't see what the big deal it. You had sex, big whoop."
Martin went into a coughing fit and forced Samantha to say something, "Look, we just don't want anyone knowing yet, okay? Can't you just keep it quite for a little while until we get thing sorted out?" she pleaded.
Danny stared from Martin to Samantha, dumbstruck. We? How did Samantha already know? When the answer he him, he actually did gasp. "No friggin' way! You slept with Sam?" Danny blurted and Samantha's stomach did a nosedive.
Martin's coughing fit immediately stopped so that he could look back at Danny, "What do you mean 'You slept with Sam'?"
Danny's eyes were wide with shock. "I didn't know you slept together! All I knew was that Martin had gotten laid last night. You slept with Sam?" he asked again.
Samantha grunted, "Yes, Danny," she hissed, "we slept together. Would you mind not telling the entire building?"
"Holy crap!" Danny whispered. "How? Why? When? Does anybody else know?"
"You're the only one who knows," Martin told him, "and we'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind."
"And we're not going into any details," Samantha added, just to verify. She was still slightly embarrassed that they had told Danny they had slept together, but for her defense, she had thought he already knew. "Look, I'm going to got find Vivian and try to get some work done." She gave Martin an evil glance, as if to say 'don't say anything' and then headed towards the door.
"So was she any good?" Danny immediately asked. Samantha, who hadn't gotten the door closed all the way behind her, heard this. "DANNY!!!!"
"Sorry," he called after her. Once he was sure the door had closed and she was out of earshot, Danny turned back to Martin. "Well, was she?"
Martin just grinned.