Hi guys, this is my first fanfic so please be nice! I'm a huge Samka shipper and have had this story buzzing around in my head since I saw 11.17. Let me know what you think and I'll continue it.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, yada, yada, yada…
Luka sighed heavily as Alex silently hopped out of the parked car, slamming the door shut behind him with more force than was necessary. He had not said a word to him the entire trip to school, preferring instead to stare out the window at the passing cars. Any attempt Luka had made to chat with him had been steadfastly ignored.
"Your mom will come get you this afternoon," he called after Alex's retreating figure.
Alex did not turn, choosing instead to hurry up the steps of his elementary school with renewed zeal.
Luka closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest, momentarily drained. He hated having Alex angry with him. He knew that Alex had spoken to his mother the previous night about what had happened with Steve, but it didn't seem to have done much good. I thought I was doing the right thing, trying to get that bastard away from him, he mused. Alex certainly doesn't seem to think so.
But who can blame him? Luka reflected as he began the drive back to his apartment, carefully weaving in and out of the morning traffic. The guy IS Alex's father. Maybe… maybe I was just getting in the way.
Luka pulled the car into his usual parking space, locking it with a soft click. He headed towards the entrance to his apartment building, fumbling in his pockets for his keys. Stepping into the elevator, he paused long enough to hold the doors open for an elderly lady. He acknowledged her expression of gratitude with a slight nod and a small smile.
He kept his hands in his pockets as the elevator raced upward, mind racing with thoughts of Sam and Alex. Does Alex resent Sam and I being together? Was that why he was so willing to go with Steve in the first place? Does he not like living here? I thought we had moved past all that.
Stepping out of the elevator, he walked along the hall, turning his key into the locked door of his apartment once he had reached it. He entered silently, his mind troubled.
"Hey, there." Sam stepped out from the kitchen and went to greet him, pulling him down for a soft kiss. He ran his fingers through her silky curls and smiled.
"Coffee?" she asked, heading into the kitchen. Her blonde tresses caught the sunlight that was streaming through the open window, making Luka grin.
"Sure," he agreed as he shrugged his jacket off. "But doesn't your shift start soon?"
Sam smiled mischievously as she walked over to the leather couch in the lounge, carefully balancing two cups of steaming coffee. She handed one to him before taking a seat. "Chuny offered to cover my shift. Thought we might want some… alone time after what happened yesterday."
"Well, that was nice of her," Luka drawled in his thick accent. One hand cautiously gripping his scalding cup of coffee, he sat down beside Sam. He reached out and gripped her free hand, lightly running his fingertips over her soft skin.
"Speaking of which…" Sam turned to him, her blue eyes locking with his. "How was Alex in the car ride over?"
Luka heaved a sigh and tried to smile. "Oh, you know… still mad at me."
Sam smiled sadly, her eyes downcast. "I just wish yesterday hadn't happened. That I hadn't given Steve money. That he'd just left us alone."
Luka started at this, turning to face her. "You gave him money?"
Sam bristled slightly. "Only a couple of hundred. Besides, it's not your problem. Don't worry about it."
Luka raised his eyebrows at her. "I kind of think it's our problem. Sam, he tried to steal from us. It's not that I care about the stuff itself, but the guy… he's a criminal. I don't want him trying to hurt you… or Alex."
Sam untangled herself from his grip and stood, her temper flaring. "So I should have just called the cops? Have them throw Steve in jail?"
Luka flinched, knowing they were heading for a fight. "I don't know. Maybe."
Sam whirled around to face him. "Luka, I am not going to be responsible for throwing my son's father in jail!"
Luka moved to soothe her, rubbing his hands up and down her quivering arms. "I know, I know," he said.
Sam raised her eyes to his, tears threatening their way down her cheeks.
"I think we need to talk about this," she said. "Really talk."
He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. "Okay."