I Could Never Lose You
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, except the character of Carl.
A/N: This FanFic was based around a thought I had in Math class the other day, and I sort of jotted stuff down until it formed a story. The parts in italics are Sam's thoughts and memories. I hope it's not to confusing. Although the title doesn't really work with the first chapter or so, it will become clear (I hope!)
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Samantha ran a hand through her long blonde hair, which was probably a mess, and tried not to think about the day that lay before her. The newspaper that was stretched out over her lap was nothing more than a distraction, but not a very good one as she hadn't even bothered reading much more than a line or so. She glanced up from it. The train was crowded with mothers taking their children to school, people dressed in black suits, obviously off to work in the office, and your average drunks who were so afraid of life, that they had already had a good 5 pints, even at 7 in the morning. Sam looked down again, pretending an article had caught her eye, when really it was anything to look away from the dirty old man opposite who had been glaring at her for the past ten minutes.
"Damn this stupid thing!" Sam pulled her keys from the ignition and sighed.
"I'll take you to work," Martin offered, a smile on his face.
"No, you have stuff to do; it's your day off! I'll take the train. It'll be okay,"
Martin didn't look sure, but he kissed her cheek and let her go on her way. It was already quarter past 6, meaning Sam was running late. He watched her walk away from the house, a smile creeping over his tired face. She turned, smiling back.
"I love you," he mouthed the words, almost frightened to say it aloud.
"I love you too," and with that, Samantha Spade turned the corner, and walked away.
"EVERYONE PUT THEIR HEADS DOWN, ARMS BEHIND THEIR BACKS, WE'RE ARMED!"