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Chapter Two

Hurt

"Grandma!" Sam shouted, praying that her parents wouldn't answer. She doubted very much that her dad and mom would appreciate her bringing a wounded dog in the house.

"Sam, there you are!" she said. "You wouldn't believe what I just watched on tv. Cirque du Soleil is on channel--" Her grandmother wheeled into the front entrance, smiling at her.

"Grandma, I did something horrible, and…"

"Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong," she said.

"Danny and I went to the Lord of the Rings movie marathon and when I was coming home and I hit a dog," she said fast.

"Calm down, it's okay…Tell me what happened after that," she said.

"He's in my car," she said. "I wasn't sure whether I should take him to the vet or…"

"Come on," her grandma said, taking her hand and wheeling towards the garage where there was a ramp leading down into the driveway.

Sam followed, shaking very hard. She couldn't believe that she'd done this and even though she was bound and determined to make sure everything turned out okay, she felt horrible that she'd even did it in the first place. And guilty. Very guilty.

"Where are mom and dad?" she asked, looking around for their car.

"They're at the annual company dinner; they'll be home late," she replied.

Sam opened up the back of her car, where the dog was still lying down, his eyes closed, not moving when her grandmother reached forwards and touched his nose lightly with her fingers and then rubbed the edge of his neck.

"It's bad isn't it?" she asked, feeling so stupid. "Should we take him to a vet?"

"I don't think we have to worry about that. A lot of rest, care, and love," she said, putting an arm around her comfortingly.

"Really?" she asked, dropping down beside him. He did seem to be breathing easier again. She turned back to her. "Thanks grandma."

"I'm family. It's what I do. Just…let's just keep this between us, shall we? Your father is allergic to dogs, if you remember," she said with a wink.

"Right…" Sam said. Okay, this was going to be harder than it looked.

"And…we'll need to buy him some accessories and food," she added.

"Yes," she said. Okay, this was a lot harder than it looked. She was supposed to hide the dog, take care of him and…

Oh dear.

…………………….

"Sammiekins! Where are you?" Pam Manson's voice etched into Sam's once peaceful sleep and she groaned, putting the pillow over her head.

"There is something wrong with you people…I cannot possibly ever be your--" She gasped, suddenly remembering everything that had happened that night.

She sat up, gasping and then saw the dog, snoring lightly beside her, one paw outstretched in front of him. To her surprise, her sudden movement startled him and he gave a small whimper.

She reached out with her hand and rubbed gently behind his ears. He nudged into her fingers and then opened his eyes, blinking several times.

"Hi there," she whispered, still partly in shock.

"Samantha!" Pam shouted again. "Are you up? It's a beautiful day." The door to her room suddenly opened slowly and Sam gasped, doing the first thing she could think of and covered the dog with her blanket just as her mother stepped into her room.

"Oh, you are up," her blonde haired mother said, walking in without invitation.

"Hi," she said, laughing nervously.

"That's the spirit dear," she said, opening up the curtains.

Sam grimaced as bright light suddenly filled the room, nearly blinding her. But so far, that was the last thing on her mind.

"What are you going to do today?"

"I…maybe…hang out with Danny I guess," she replied.

"Hmm…I see. Is he still getting into trouble like he was?"

"No," she muttered.

"Alright, no need to get offensive. I'm a parent, it's my job to know who my daughter is hanging out with," she said. "I wanted to tell you that your father and I are going on a two day trip for a while."

"Oh, really?" she asked, almost excited. "Where?"

Pam gave her a look, confused. "It's a business trip to New York."

"Right…business," she said, quickly covering up. "Okay…"

"But we were going to let you know last night, but your grandmother insisted on not waking you up."

"Yeah…I was kind of wiped last night," she said. In all honesty, she'd carried the dog up to her room and had even put him in her bed for somewhere comfortable. And in all honesty, that was only because she felt guilty. Most of the time, she was a cat person, and if she hadn't had run over him, she wouldn't be here…but she had.

And the dog hadn't even moved. She'd fallen asleep next to him around midnight or so after making a list of all she needed to get for him.

"Sam?"

"Yes?" she asked, snapping back into reality. "Sorry."

"So, will you be alright for a few days while we're gone?" she asked.

"Yes…I'll be great," she replied. "I mean, fine. I'll be fine." Liar.

"Alright. Well, your father and I are packing upstairs if you need us," she said. She ruffled her black hair and then stood up. "And don't go back to sleep."

"I can't now," she told her, honestly.

"Samantha dear," Pam said, nodding her head suspiciously at the bed. Sam's heart beat faster. Tell me she sees nothing… "You really shouldn't sleep like that. It's bad on your back."

Sam almost breathed in relief. "Oh, right. Sure thing."

Her mom smiled and then walked out of the room. She leaned back, collapsing onto the pillow, sighing and lifting the sheet. The dog looked up at her, his wide blue eyes shining.

"You're a good dog," she said, ruffling his ears. "After the day-trippers leave, we'll find you something to eat." He licked her hand and for a moment, Sam felt herself soften. "You are cute…I'll give you that."

He made a soft humming noise and swung his paw at her hand and she laughed and then got an idea. "You know, I bet I know someone who would love to see you."
She wasn't surprised to find that Danny was once again on her mind. But he'd always been a lover of dogs and she was sure that he wouldn't mind helping to keep him secret.

"I can't always call you a him…" she said to herself, looking at the dog. "We have to give you a name…" The first thing that came to her mind was Phantom. But then she realized how much that would give it away that she was in love with him. Then again…he'd been pretty clueless to any other hint he'd been given.

Then she got another idea. As long as she didn't name him Phantom, she could give him a similar name…like…

"Pyro," she said after a minute. "What do you say? Do you like that?"

He swung his paw again at her and she grinned. "Okay, I'm taking that as a yes." She stood up, stretching and then looked around. "Hmm…I'll have to keep you here until my parents leave…"

She walked over to her closet and pulled it open, taking out her normal shirt and skirt and started to change her other one, turning around only to see the dog bury his head underneath the covers again.

"Oh, no, if I have to wake up, you have to wake up," she said, putting on the other one quickly and then walking over to him. She lifted the cover off of him and ruffled his fur with her hands. "Come on lazy bums."

She grinned at him, sitting beside him and he nudged into her knees with his head, cocking his head to the side and making her laugh.

"Goofy dog…" she said, snapping her fingers and standing up again. She made a face, wishing her parents would leave even faster. She wanted to talk to her grandma and see—

Sam jumped as a very high pitched cry from behind her, gasping as she realized that Pyro had tried to follow her off the bed and was now sprawled out on the floor, whimpering.

She dropped down beside him, brushing her hair out of her face. Looking closer, she saw him try to move his back left paw but winced every time he did. She extended her hand and had just barely touched it when he yelped again, moving away from her touch.

"Sorry, sorry," she said, cringing. "Oh…no…" Clearly, that was the thing she'd hit hardest; or it seemed to be at least. He whined once, setting his head on her knee and in one instant, Sam fell even more in love with the animal. "It's okay…"

"Sam? Sam, are you alright?" her mother shouted suddenly from the hallway, standing right outside the door.

"I'm fine!" she said fast. "Don't come in. I'm getting dressed."

"What happened?"

"I fell over and stubbed my toe, I'm fine," she said again, her eyes wide as she absentmindedly stroked the dogs head with her fingers.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she insisted.

"Okay…your father and I are going to leave soon," she said. "Come down, would you?"

"Yes, of course," she said. She reached up and pulled a few pillows and her blanket from her bed, setting them around Pyro so he'd have something to lay on since he didn't seem to be going anywhere. "Be right back, I promise," she told him. He whimpered a very lonely sound and she felt guilty. "I'll be back…Just stay here, okay?"

She stood up and opened her door just a crack, making sure her parents weren't anywhere near the hallway where they could peer in and see anything and to her luck, they weren't.

"Stay," she said again, closing the door behind her and praying that he was at least partly trained…Ooh, this was a lot harder than it looked.


Now before you all jump to any conclusions, I'll tell you right now, that every Husky dog I've ever seen besides one, has had blue eyes. So don't necessarily get any ideas on that one.

Anyway, will the dog lift Sam's dark heart? Can the Goth actually be a dog lover? Of course she can! That's the beauty of fanfiction!

Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Three: Care

"I've already named and everything," she replied, grinning. "Pyro."

"That's lovely," she replied. "What are you going to do with him?"

"I was actually thinking about taking him over to show him off to Danny. Go for a walk in the park…well, that won't work…We'll do something…" She broke off at her grandmother's next look towards her. "What is it?"

"Sam…I know you…love animals…and you would do anything to care for him, but…" Her grandmother stopped a minute and Sam's heart began to fall. "You can't keep him."

Lateraina Wolf