Chapter 6: Detour

Another giant breakfast feast and a couple of hours later, they were on the road back home. Danny was driving, even though it was Sam's car. Sam needed her rest from the sleepless wreck the night before. Sam can never sleep when there's a lot on her mind. But now she felt better and more content, now that she was going home, to Vegas. Now she could sleep.

Danny was driving along. They were in the middle of the desert, so there were no other cars. They may have passed a pickup truck, once. Danny was focused on just getting home. His eyes were practically glued to the road, except for the occasional glance of the sleeping Samantha Jane. He was smiling almost the entire time. After all, why wouldn't he be happy? He had done his job, he was driving a brand new dark blue Beemer, and he was in the desert, all alone with no one but Sam. There was still almost a full day's drive ahead of them, but Danny didn't care. He had the most beautiful woman in the world, right next to him.

Sam's peaceful sleep was suddenly disrupted with a big POP, a huge swerve, and the feeling of rocks disturbing the smooth glide of a drive underneath the car. "Oh my god! What the hell happened?"

"I think we have a flat tire," Danny said.

"Oh no! what are we supposed to do now! Walk? We don't have cell phone service out here!"

"Well, don't you have a spare tire? "Uh… no. I didn't exactly think I'd ever really need one, considering I never thought I would be driving through the middle of the desert. Up until a few days ago, I never thought my car would leave Las Vegas!"

"Great," Danny said, upset, but kind of happy. He was stranded in the desert with the one person he truly loved. He didn't know it, but Sam was thinking the same thing. But then she remembered something. "Oh my gosh! I forgot! I have OnStar!"

"Thank god!" Danny yelled in excitement as Sam pressed the button.

"Hello, welcome to OnStar, what is your emergency Ms. Samantha Marquez?"

"My friend and I were driving on our way to Vegas and our tire popped. We're in the middle of the desert with no spare tire. We need a tow truck or something."

"Right away! I just need your exact location."

"I don't know the name of the road, but it's the only road between Pioche, Nevada and Las Vegas."

"Okay, got it! We'll get someone with a tire for your registered Beemer right away!"

"Thanks!"

Danny looked amazed, "So it was that easy, huh?"

"Yeah!" she replied.

It was 11am when the tire popped, and now it was almost midnight.

"What the hell is taking so long!" Danny asked.

"I have no idea. Maybe the nearest supplier is really far away."

"Yeah, you think?"

Sam began to fall asleep again, she was still so exhausted. Danny just watched her. He couldn't help but noticed how beautiful she looked, the moonlight reflecting off of her face. She was curled up in her little dress. 'Why did she wear a dress just to travel?' he thought to himself. Though he knew it was unreasonable, he still was pleased that she decided to. Just sitting in a car or not, Sam always looked good in her little black dress. It was low cut and the straps were thin. Not to mention how short it was. It didn't even come close to her knees. He certainly didn't mind seeing her perfect tan legs in it.

Sam pretended to be sleeping, but she wasn't quite all the way asleep yet. She knew Danny was watching her. She started to get cold. Danny noticed her shivering and covered her with his jacket. She was touched at his action. For the first time in a long time, she really felt cared about by someone of the opposite sex. Even more so that it was her secret love interest. She smiled to herself and fell asleep. Danny a little bit later.

Morning came and they both woke up to the sound of a tumbleweed bumping up against the car. Sam grabbed a couple of snacks from the backseat for them to eat for breakfast. Just before they were both about to comment on the remaining absence of the tire, they saw a truck coming down the road. They knew exactly what it was, so both jumped out of the car and went to the side of the road, jumping in happiness.

They got so exited, they didn't even realize at first… they both bent in to kiss each other passionately on the lips. It wasn't until their lips were locked for at least 5 seconds before they realized what they were doing.

They both pulled away, embarrassed. As the man was fixing the tire, they didn't even look at each other, they didn't speak at all. They began on their way home shortly after. Sam was driving, she was fully awake finally. They felt very awkward around each other now.

Sam was thinking, 'How the hell did I just do that? Oh my gosh! What is Danny going to think of me now? Things will never be the same! This is so weird! How could I have just leaned in and kissed him? He probably doesn't even like me back, so what's he going to think? I just screwed things up for good! Nice job Sammy!'

At the same time, Danny started thinking, 'McCoy, what the hell is your problem? What did you do that for? Things are so awkward now! How did you just kiss her without even thinking about it? What was that? She probably doesn't even like you! Whatever slim chance you may have had with her someday in the future is probably ruined now! Good going!'

Evening was coming now. Even with all of the thoughts running through Sam's head, she couldn't help but smile as she saw the strip ahead. She was memorized all the beautiful lights as they came closer. It was also a way to keep her mind off of what happened between her and Danny earlier that day.

What seemed like another forever, they finally rolled up to the Montecito. Sam just gazed up at the amazing hotel and said… "Home."