Title: Wishes
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T (mostly for language)
Pairing: Sam/Bella
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer:
All characters and known situations belong to their respective owners. Everything else came from my own mind. In no way shape or form have I made nor do I intend to make a profit from this story…. All rights still belong to Stephenie Meyer…
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He found her on Second Beach, arms around her legs, chin resting on her knees. With a sigh, he sat beside her, waiting for her to acknowledge him. He and the other wolves had been outside the Taj as they fought. They'd heard the cruel things said, the angry words spoken- the whispered apology as she fled from him. Imprinting had been a curse that he had never truly understood- until he'd looked into her eyes.
"What happens now, Sam?" Her cheeks still held evidence of the tears she'd spilled.
He sighed again. "Look up, Bella." He pointed to the star blazing across the black, cloudless sky. "Make a wish."
"What if I wished things were different?"
"They can be." He whispered.
"How do I forget that imprinting is what destroyed nearly 20 years of friendship? Imprinting destroys everything."
He offered her a soft kiss in reply. He swallowed hard and looked into her stunned chocolate orbs. "I can't just be your friend anymore. It wont work."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say, Sam."
He ran a hand through his hair. "The moment I saw you, the moment our eyes locked, I knew you were it for me."
"But-"
He shrugged. "You were happy with him. It's all I ever wished for you to be, Bella. I backed off and offered you a place in the pack and my friendship, but I can't do that now. Fuck if I'm not messing this up…"
Her head rested on his shoulder. "You imprinted on me, didn't you?"
"The day I saved you in the woods." He all but whispered.
She gasped. "Sam, that was two years ago! You let me date Jake while you sat on the sidelines?! Did he know?"
"I told him, yeah." He said with a sigh. "But as soon as he saw Danielle, things went to hell in a hand basket. I got so pissed off at him for hurting you."
Bella's eyes closed. She rested her head on his shoulder again and stayed quiet for a few more minutes. "You know I'm not going to just jump into bed with you."
"I know that- wait… so.. you accept it then?" He asked in surprise.
She nodded. "It explains why Jake would get so pissed when we would talk or laugh together. He knew. The fucker knew and he still dated me! The asshat!" She growled.
"He's hurting enough with the knowledge that he lost your friendship." He chuckled.
The silence blanketed them in peace. Sam leaned back on his elbows and studied her as she watched the stars. He offered her a small smile when she turned to look his way.
"What?" She asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
He shook his head. "Just wondering what you wished for that has you smiling that way."
"I only wished for what every woman does." She teased.
He huffed. "And? What's that?"
"A happy ending." She grinned.
He smiled and nodded his head. "A happy ending indeed."