AN: So Chapter Four…this one should be a little longer. I hope that it is well I suppose We'll find out. Guess what! I get to see Thor today! Can't friggen wait!

Chapter 4

Moment of Strength

Bailey's P.O.V.

I watched in horror as Sammy flew across the street and hit the wall of Kohl's. Forgetting the fight I ran over to her. She had blood leaking from a wound on her jaw and it trailed all the way down to her collar bone. When she had hit the wall she had turned back into human form. Her shoulder that hit the wall looked oddly positioned. I changed back to human form. I rested my hand on Sammy's abdomen. I felt my shoulder burn insanely as did the side of my face and the side of my body.

"Sammy?" I whimpered. Tears stung at my eyes. She was so still and her breathing was really faint. I looked around for someone, anyone. But Oak and Katie had taken off and no one else was around.

My heart was racing now and I could feel my hands shaking. I knew it would be a matter of minuets before I lost my self. Sammy, my Sammy looked so broken. I swallowed hard and ever so carefully moved Sammy onto her back. I slipped my left arm under her knees and my right arm behind her neck. I was careful because her injured shoulder was against my arm.

She looked so small and fragile in my arms. I found blood coming from cuts all over her right side.

"Oh Sammy." I cried. Her head lay limply on my arm and I held her tighter to me. My legs were already weak and it was a struggle trying to hold Sammy up. My knees were shaking and I managed to take another step before my legs gave out. I smashed my knees into the road. I winced at the contact but I held Sammy, for I was more concerned about her. I kneeled there cradling Sammy. A shadow passed over us and I looked up to see a bald eagle above us. 'Oh, shit. It's Taylor.' I thought, and my heart started to race and fill with panic.

The shadow had come back but it was bigger and human size. I looked up to see a brown haired girl looking down at me. I flinched away ready for her to attack me.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Taylor says and she bends down to pick up unconscious Sammy and she helps me up. "Come on. I'll help you back." She says. I look to her confused.

"I'm not all bad okay?" She exclaimed. Taylor looks down and her face falls. "I'm sorry for every time I've tried to kill you guys. I don't….I don't want to be like this."

"Then why-"

"Because of my father." She interrupts. I must have still looked confused. "Rince is my father." She said. "Can we not talk about this?" She asks looking to me pleading. I nod. I've never really had issues with my parents. But I know some of the others in the school had.

"Well I'm sure Leo would always welcome you." I say and Taylor looks to me ready to protest. "I mean I'm sure if you truly wanted to Leo would get you in." Taylor smiles weakly.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Truly."

"Bailey!" Riley calls. "We were just about to-" She stops dead as she sees Taylor holding Sammy.

"It's okay Rye. Taylor helped me." I say, but I can see that it doesn't matter. My eyes float to Sammy and fear lurches through me again. My Sammy was so broken and bruised. That longing to touch her comes back.

My longing is shut up as Taylor hands Sammy back over to me. I say my byes to Taylor and she takes off. I hold Sammy tight in my arms and get her into the back two seats. Her head lays on my lap in the van. I stroke her face and smile slightly. My Sammy, my sweet Sammy.

My smiled fades as I take in her real sight. She still hadn't moved, her breathing was still shallow, but what had scared me the most was that she was really pale and was starting to grow cold. I'm sure worry was plain on my face.

"Ray hurry up Sammy is growing cold!" I cried, worry and fear taunting me. I take a shaky breath and stroke Sammy's face. The longing erg to kiss her starts to creep into me. Sammy is right there. 'If only…' I thought. My eyes float to her lips. Her lips usually look soft and full but now they looked thin and dry. I let out a small whine. I moved her bangs off to the side and trace along her jaw line-careful to avoid her large cut-then go under her eyes and traced gently over her lips.

My heart flutters and my stomach lurches as my finger tips pass over Sammy's lips. They were just….I couldn't even think as I studied Sammy.

Too broken, too fragile. My Sammy

AN: So what you think? Please tell me. This was probably one of the sweetest chapters I've written and there is a few more. I have a ton of Bailey/Sammy fluff.