AN:I know it's kind of short, but I couldn't stretch it out and I think it's pretty good. Hope you like it!

Newt POV

I was worried about Sam. She didn't come to dinner, she was probably scared of more than half the guys here and when I got back she was already asleep and it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. She might've been faking, but if she was I'm sure she just wanted to be alone. Part of me felt guilty she had to share a room with me. And that I hadn't found her sooner when she'd...but she was...he wouldn't bother her again.

I glanced over at her. Sam was still...still. Unmoving, that is. Not seeing another option, I went to sleep.

I woke up to a loud thud and a groan from the other cot. I opened my eyes and squinted at my watch. One thirty. I looked over to see Sam sitting up holding her wrist, glaring at the table between our beds. Slowly, I sat up.

"You alright?" I managed. She cringed. "Oh, here." I reached over and turned on the light. Both of us winced, reflexively closing our eyes as the light filled the room. After a moment I adjusted and opened my eyes.

"What happened?" I asked. Sam frowned at her wrist, then mimed banging it into the table.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"You did that in your sleep?" I raised an eyebrow. Sam looked away, upset. I frowned.

"You were having a nightmare, weren't you." I said softly. It wasn't a question. Sam bit her lip and shrugged.

"It's over." She signed. "Doesn't matter." Sam reached over to turn the light off, but stopped when I stood up and came over to her. She pulled her hand back and shifted when I sat down on her bed. Sam gave me a confused look.

"You don't look like you want to talk about it and I don't want to wake up again. Seems to me you need a barrier between you and that evil table of ours." I suggested. Sam looked like she was about to protest, then she sighed. She also looked she was about to fall back asleep in the next few seconds.

Sam moved over and pulled the blanket to the side. I laid next to her and she threw the blanket back over us, then reached over me. I moved my arms out of the way as she turned off the light. Sam, already half way gone, pulled my left arm closer to her and hugged it like a teddy bear. Carefully, I moved my other arm and pulled the blanket up past her shoulders. She was soft and warm. I smiled slightly. Sam was cute when she was sleeping.

"Night, love." I mumbled.

"Awww, aren't you two just adorable."

I winced as light poured into the room from the open door. Minho smirked.

"God, I wish they'd sent us cameras." I glanced down. Sam was still asleep, her head in the crook of my neck. Her arms were draped across my chest, practically around my neck. My arms were wrapped around her, holding her against me. And Minho was staring from the doorway.

"Aren't you two a happy couple?" He grinned. "When's the honeymoon?"

"She's asleep." I whispered to Minho. "Bugger off, would you?"

"You've got like five minutes, man." Minho said. "Get dressed."

"I am dressed." I protested.

"Yeah, right." Minho left, still grinning. The door slammed behind him. Sam stirred. Reluctantly, I let go of her and she rolled over but held onto my arm. I sighed.

"Sam." I nudged her and started easing my arm away. Her eyes slowly blinked open. "Come on love, get up." She let go of me and pushed herself into a sitting position. Sam ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face.

"Morning." She signed. I think. But it made sense, so I didn't question it.

"It's jobs now, come on." I swung my legs off the bed and shoved my shoes on. Sam made to follow suit, then thought better of it, groaned, and collapsed back onto the bed. I chuckled.

"You'll feel more awake after breakfast, I promise."