Disclaimer: sadly, Sam and Jo still aren't mine. Neither is Abi.

Chapter 14:

Abi looked up as she heard Sam and Jo, rather loudly, enter the living room. Eyeing them up and down she noticed her mother take the taller woman's hand, as if nervous of her daughters' opinion and looking for reassurance in the other woman. Abi smiled at her mother, trying to reassure her herself. Sam smiled back, appearing a little more relaxed, but Jo felt the blonde tighten the grip on her fingers.

"Jo, why don't you sit down, you're arms must be hurting, I know what it's like to be on crutches, it wears them out." Abi tried to smile naturally, but kept seeing the brunette and her mother snuggled up in bed, although she was fine with the relationship, it still kept flicking back into her memory, as if haunting her.

"You've been on crutches yourself then Abi?"

"Yeah, I sprained my ankle running the 800 metres when I was at school."

"Ouch." Jo commented.

"Yeah, ouch indeed. I hear you were also running when you sprained your ankle."

"Mmm, it's probably not a story you'd want to hear." On seeing the young blonde's horrified expression she quickly added, "Oh, no, nothing like that. It's just…something you might not understand."

"Okay." The blonde was confused, but didn't press for details.

"Do you two feel like a takeaway tonight? So I can repay you both for your hospitality." Jo offered, attempting to break the awkward situation that had fallen on the three adults, although Jack had not noticed it and was obliviously playing with his train set.

"Yeah that'd be great." Both Nixon women responded at the same time, with the same gracious comment. Jo couldn't help but laugh. "What?" the Nixon's both unintentionally asked at the same time.

"You two. You're more alike than you'll ever admit."

Sam smiled proudly at that comment, while Abi shrugged off the insinuation that she was in any way similar to her mother.

Jo smiled at their reactions, "So, what do you feel like?"

"Chinese." Sam replied.

"Indian." Abi said at the same time as her mother.

"Not that alike then." Sam smiled.

"No, maybe not." Jo admitted.

"Well, how about we go for Indian tonight, and if I'm still around this time next week, then we'll get a Chinese to celebrate that!"

"That sounds like one incentive to make sure I keep you for the week then." Sam laughed.

"I'll take Jack and go get it if you like, he's starting to get a bit restless any way. Give you two some time to talk maybe, I guess I probably interrupted that stage."

"Cheers Abi, here, I'll give you some money." Jo began to reach for her bag but was stopped by Abi.

"No, it's fine, I'll get this, a sort of, I dunno, 'congratulations you're together' type gesture."

"Come on Abi. This was my idea, I'll foot the bill."

Abi reluctantly agreed, "Fine, but I'll find a nice bottle of wine in the off-licence that we can have, okay?"

"Okay." Jo smiled, she knew exactly where the young women got her persistence from, and if she had even inherited a mere half of Sam's it would be enough to win the young woman the argument.

As the door shut behind the young Nixon, Sam turned to face Jo, "I guess she's gonna be a while if she thinks we need to talk." Sam smiled at the brunette.

"I doubt it Sam, Jack'll get restless if he's out for too long."

"She'll probably take him to the park first and claim, I dunno, she got lost or something."

Jo laughed at that comment. "So, I guess we should talk then."

"Oh I'd say we probably have a good hour before they get back." Sam raised her eyebrows, feeling her stomach practise gymnastics from just one look from Jo.

"Sam, I don't want Abi walking in on us again. Maybe she's right, maybe we should talk for a while."

"Yeah, okay." Sam smiled, "Let's get to know one another. I've just realised I don't know that much about you."

"Well that's the beauty of a relationship, Sam, you get to know each other. How about we make it a bit more interesting."

"Eh?"

"Have you got a bottle of vodka?"

"Eh?"

"There's a game I learnt at uni. Good to get to know people with."

Still unsure, Sam went to retrieve the bottle of vodka she had tucked away along with two shot glasses Jo had requested.

When Sam returned to the lounge Jo continued, "Right, it's called 'I never', what you do is say something like, 'I never…skipped school' or something like that. And if that's a lie for the other person, say I said that and you had skipped school then you drink a shot. And then if I lied, and it's also true for me, I drink a shot. Get it?"

"Yeah."

"Go on then, you go first"

"Alright," the blonde dived into the depth or her mind, trying to think of something to say, "I never…had sex before I turned 16."

'Ooh, a good girl." Jo commented before pouring a shot into her glass and downing the drink. On seeing Sam's expression she added, "What? I needed to know if it felt right with a man or not. Turned out it didn't. I never…committed a crime."

Sam reluctantly poured herself a drink; she downed it while waiting to be bombarded with questions.

Instead of asking Sam what happened, Jo also poured a shot and drank it.

Sam was shocked that Jo had also committed a crime, but was glad it meant she didn't have to answer any awkward questions from the brunette. The blonde quickly picked up the game before giving Jo a chance to ask, "I never…phoned in work sick with a deadly virus, aka, a hangover."

Jo laughed before pouring herself yet another shot.