I'm back!……………..Well since I know u don't want to here from me……all u care about is reading what happens next…….lol…..I'll get started…………….

Chapter Two

Jake stared at an unconscious Sam, silently begging her to wake up. You've gotta be ok. I need you.

Hold it! Where did that come from?

Nowhere, I just care about Sam, but not in THAT way.

Sure, whatever.

Shut it. She's waking up. Jake shushed the argument going on in his head. Maybe I could've liked her…I do care about her…but it's too late now…She'll be gone soon… Jake thought sadly.

"Jake." A whisper, sounding like his mother, came from outside. "Time to go."

Jake wanted to stay, to be there when Sam woke up, but because of the argument going on in his head, he left willing. If he'd stayed, he might have forced himself to admit what he was feeling. And he couldn't do that, because it wouldn't matter, Sam was leaving. He sighed, got up and left.

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Sam stirred and mumbled something even she didn't understand. "What happened?" she mumbled. She couldn't remember. She remembered…a truck...falling…rolling….The wreck!

Sam was fully awake now. Looking around, she noticed she was in a hospital. She tried to get up, but fell to the floor. It was then she noticed her bandaged Shoulder, and head. She attempted to push herself up, but fell to the floor with a bang. "Jake." She mumbled.

Oh God. Jake.

Sam sighed as she remembered what she had discovered before the wreck. She had a crush on Jake Ely. Once again, Sam couldn't help but think: Why Jake?

As if on cue, Jake entered. Sam's stomach fluttered at the sight of him. From her spot on the ground, she looked him over; he appeared to have survived the wreck without so much as a scratch.

"How are you?" Jake asked.

"Fine." Sam managed. She was definitely not fine. Her shoulder throbbed and her head pounded.

Jake noticed. "You're not. But whatever. You've been in a coma for two weeks. Do you remember the wreck?" Jake bent down to help her up.

Sam leaned into him, enjoying his touch. "I remember." She squeaked. "How bad am I hurt?"

Jake helped her onto the bed, then sat down beside her. "Pretty badly. Your shoulder had 20 something stitches and you took a really bad blow to the head." Jake sighed and stared at the floor.

Sam knew he was feeling guilty because he was the one driving. She tilted up his chin, so he was forced to look at her. "Hey, it's alright. It's not your fault."

Jake looked into Sam's eyes. "Sam. I'm so sorry." He leaned closer to her.

"Don't be." Sam said scooting towards him.

For a moment, Sam thought he was going to kiss her. But of course he didn't. "I'm sorry." He said again.

"What's wrong?" Sam knew Jake well enough to know that something was bothering him.

"Sam, you really are hurt. So bad…that…well…Sam…" Jake couldn't get it out.

"Spit it out!" Sam shouted impatiently.

Jake did. "You're going to San Francisco within the week.

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"Dad!" Sam cried. "Don't do this!" Sam begged her father. "Dad!" She cried again, but it didn't matter, her father was deaf to her screams. "Dad, don't make me go!" Sam sobbed as Wyatt Forster loaded his daughter's bags into the car.

Despite her protesting, Wyatt finished loading up the car and turned to her. "Get in the car, Samantha."

Sam was too tired to fight. She'd fought all week. She'd begged, literally on her hands and knees, to stay. But nothing worked. Her father was sending her to San Francisco to live with her Aunt Sue. He'd insisted Gram could do her chores, and that Ace would be worked regularly. He'd told her that Tempest's training would continue fine. Without verbally speaking it, he'd told his daughter he wasn't needed here.

Reluctantly, Sam walked over to were her friends were waiting. "Bye, En." She said, pulling her friend into a hug. "I'll miss you."

"Bye, Sam." Jen said, tears in her eyes. "I'll miss you too."

Sam walked over to where Jake was standing, before he could jerk away, Sam pulled him in a hug. "Bye Jake."

Jake found himself enjoying the hug more than he figured he would. To Sam's surprise, he hugged her back. Wow, I think you're gonna miss Sam more than you thought. And suddenly he knew what to do. "Come with me." He said, leading Sam by the hand to the river, away from everyone.

"Sam, where do you think you-" Her father started but when Bryanna tapped his shoulder.

"No." she whispered to her husband. "Let her go."

Wyatt was silent.

Jake stopped at the river, sitting next to her on a huge rock. "Sam-" he started, but instead of finishing his sentence, he leaned forward and briefly his lips touched hers.

Sam was shocked, before she could react Jake pulled away.

What came over you? He asked himself.

I'll tell you what, you like her.

You're right. I do. But, I can't be with her, remember? She's leaving.

So?

God only knows how gone she'll be gone. We can't hook up now.

But you still like her.

I do.

So tell her.

"I'm gonna miss you Sam." Jake said, hugging her again.

Still in shock Sam hugged back. Jake Ely just kissed you. she told herself. "Wow." She muttered.

Jake pulled away and looked at her. "You have really bad timing, you know that? Leaving like right now."

Sam laughed. "It's not my fault."

"I know, and I'll see you when you get back. I…" he hesitated. "I just had to do that first."

"Sam." Wyatt called, obviously he hadn't seen what had just happened between the two teenagers. "We have to go now."

With one last glance at Jake, Sam walked back to her father. She finished her good-bye to her Gram and Bryanna and climbed into the truck. Wyatt went around and got in the other side and drove away.

Jake watched her go. I'm gonna miss you. Sam, darn it, Why'd you have to leave again? Jake didn't know how he was going to stand Sam not being here. He'd never admit aloud, or even sub-consciously, but Sam always had a special spot in his heart, and no one could ever fill it.

I had to do that, b/c I was inspired and I needed that to happen before she left so it will all work out. Hopefully it's the last time I redo this story.