Author's Note: This is just a little short thing that I wrote a couple of days ago. A stand alone "snapshot" into Jason and Sam's relationship, if you will.
Jason watched Sam as she slept. He knew there were several times when she watched him before, but he'd never seen the need until now. It just seemed like a waste and an annoyance, to stare at someone when they couldn't look back. To stare when someone wasn't actually doing anything, just looking for the sake of looking.
But when his eyes turned onto her, he couldn't pull them away. He was drawn to her lips, thin lines curved upwards into a small smile. At one point, her head twitched and her lips puckered. Her eyes moved beneath their lids, rolling and jerking back and forth as she slept.
Was she dreaming? Watching Sam, Jason actually wondered what he was missing out on. He hadn't dreamt since he woke up from the accident ten years prior, and without any kind of comparison, he thought he wasn't missing out on all that much. But, with Sam so happy in her dreams, so calm and peaceful, he thought that maybe, he might have actually been missing out.
She stirred and Jason took a step back. He had something to take care of, something important, but he couldn't tear himself away. He wanted to leave before she woke, so he could be back before the same, but if he just stood there and watched, he'd never get out of there.
Jason sighed and shook his head. Lying on the sofa, Sam was new memories. She didn't just replace the ones he'd lost in the first place, but the ones that he'd made since the accident. He didn't need thoughts of others. He didn't need anyone else. Just her silky skin and the way her lip trembled when she laughed in her sleep.
He finally turned to walk away from her, only to be stopped when she called out his name. Jason turned slowly towards her, watched her prop herself up on one arm, rest her head against the arm of the sofa. She murmurred softly then muttered, "Runnin' out on me, huh?"
Jason was still for a moment, his eyes shining, then he fell into a small grin. "Not hardly." He crossed back to her, bent over, kissed her puckered and waiting lips. "Just have something to do."
"Without saying goodbye?"
"I was hoping to be back before you woke up. No need to say goodbye."
"Mmhm." She smirked and touched his cheek. She guided him down to her with her fingertips and kissed his lips, again. "So, if I go back to sleep, do you promise to come back before I wake up again?"
Jason looked down at her and almost bit his tongue. He hated to make promises he couldn't keep, but this one shouldn't have been so hard. Though, to say that he promised when he knew he couldn't would have been a lie, and he didn't lie. "I'll do my best," he said to her. "How's that?"
"Good enough," she said with a sigh, almost tinted with disappointment. She slid down on the sofa, pulled the sheet up around her and curled to the side. "I love you," she said softly.
Jason walked backwards, his eyes still watching her. "I love you, too," he whispered when his back hit the door. "More than I ever thought I would."
