Sam jolted awake to the sound of horse's steps nearby. He immediately grabbed his riffle and looked towards the direction of the where the sound was coming from. It was coming from the left of him and it was close, really close. Sam silently tiptoed towards the sound, riffle up ready to shoot, but then he heard the quite sobs of a crying girl. Slightly shocked, Sam stepped closer and saw that it was indeed a girl, about his age.

As soon as Quinn got of the horse she let it all out, everything she's been feeling for the past few days, all out. She cries, and cried and didn't really want to stop. She didn't want to go back home, she just wanted to world to end. She hated her life, everything about it, she thought about running away, but it would only be a mere few hours before her father would send out a search party and the would probably find her in less than 3 days. Quinn didn't know anything about traveling through the woods, and because of the war she probably would get killed in the process.

There she sat her head in her hands, her knees curled up to her chest, her golden hair falling messily around her hands; she was crying profusely. Sam stared at the crying girl; she was wearing an elaborately designed pink corset that was loose and a muddy, wrinkled skirt. There was a white horse next to her who nudged her with its nose causing her to look up and that's when Sam saw her for the first time.

She was beautiful, was all Sam could think at this point, her facial features, her high cheekbones, her creamy porcelain skin, her full lips, her small nose, her big eyes; every about her was beautiful. Sam watched from behind a tree, making sure she couldn't see him. He really didn't know what to do, should he go comfort her or should he just leave? He figured comforting her would be the right thing to do, she was from the south, but she was a teenage girl for crying out loud it's not like she's going to kill him. But for all Sam knew she could be a trap from the confederates to lure him in, it all made sense, she was a pretty, crying girl, which guy wouldn't go comfort her in a situation like this. Sam knew that he should just leave, but his legs wouldn't leave, the way she was crying looked so real. What his legs did do was slowly; as if to not startle her, walk towards the girl. Sam cleared his throat, "um, miss?"

Quinn's head whipped around to where the voice came from, she furiously started whipping tears from her flushed cheeks. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She hesitantly stood up and took a step back, 'what is Puck followed me out here?' She thought. But Puck didn't come out from behind the tree; instead it was a tall, athletic, blonde haired man, about her age, wearing a blue military uniform. He stepped closer to Quinn so she could properly see his handsome face. He was indeed very handsome; he had gorgeous, deep blue eyes, and large, but sexy, lips. Her eyes trailed down his body, before she realized he was a Yankee soldier, serving for the union. He, to most people in the south, was the enemy, but Quinn could already feel herself getting lost in his deep, blue eyes.

"Miss, you really shouldn't be out here," Sam said holding back a laugh by the way her eyes were trailing down his body, not that he hadn't done that but he wasn't as obvious, "this is a war zone, no place for a women."

"You're a soldier?" Quinn asked, 'damn, why did I say that, obviously he's a soldier. Now he must think I'm a stupid, I just wanted to know more about him.' Quinn thought to herself.

Sam chuckled, "that's right," he said stepping closer so that they were about a foot apart, the girl was trying to get him to talk, "Major Sam Evans," Sam held out his hand for the girl to shake.

Quinn's eyes fluttered as she shook his hand, going for it a little too quickly, but he didn't notice. Chills went up her spine at his touch; even though it was a simple hand shake somehow it still felt erotic. Sam dropped her hand after about 10 seconds. "Quinn Fabray," Quinn introduced herself, and before she could stop herself she asked, "you're a Yankee?" She immediately regretted her words.

Sam's smile faded and he had a blank expression on his face, this girl was obviously a southern girl, probably the daughter of one of the plantation owners, but the way she asked that question, Sam knew that he didn't really have a shot with her, but when she asked that question it made him realize that they were from two different worlds. "Yes, I'm a 'Yankee', but we really don't like being called that," Sam said watching the Quinn's expression turn from embarrassed to apologetic in mere seconds.

Quinn wanted to smack herself; she could see the hurt in his eyes when she called him a Yankee. "I'm sorry, I didn't know-" she tried to apologize

"It's okay, Miss. Fabray, but you really shouldn't be here, it's very dangerous, you have to go-" Sam was cut off by a close gunshot aimed towards him.

Sam whipped around; he saw movement in the woods and heard another shot coming straight towards Quinn, Sam quickly stepped in front of her pushed her away. Luckily the shot was fired wide but it was as close as you could get. Sam took Quinn's hand and pulled her behind the nearest tree. He put a finger to his lips, indicating her to be quiet. Sam stepped out to look, for the shooter and they saw each other, both shielding themselves via tree.

Quinn had he back against the tree, and the shooter, Sam was in front of her looking towards the shooter. Quinn was scared shitless; she held onto Sam's hand tight and watched him as he tried to locate the shooter. He seemed to have found it because he let go of her hand and aimed the gun behind her and fired several shots. Quinn winced at the sound of the gunshots beside her ear; she was so scared but somehow felt safe with Sam. Sam continued to fire shots at the shooter. Quinn realized that she had been brought here by a horse, she looked around for the horse, but it was nowhere to be seen. Her thoughts were forgotten when she saw Sam shift behind the trot before quickly to avoid a shot. He went back to his previous position and fired one final shot.

This was Sam's first time experiencing live action, sure he had a lot of training, but this was real. He continued to fire shots, Will called him a sharp shooter because of his accuracy, but he couldn't find that accuracy tonight as he watched another shot go wide. He carefully aimed his riffle this time and fired a shot straight for the shooters chest. It hit him; he yelled in pain and was dead within seconds. Sam remained in his current position, waiting for others to appear, when they didn't, he moved away from Quinn and the tree and started walking toward the shooter. Sam stood over him horrified; he had just killed a living, breathing human being, probably with a family and a life waiting for him. He looked young, maybe 16, and lay there dead and bloody.

Quinn watched as Sam made his way over towards the shooter, at first didn't move, but soon the curiosity was too much. She turned around and walked towards Sam, she saw his horror-struck face as he looked down at the man, or therefore boy, who had tried to kill them both. He looked disgusted with himself, like he had just killed a living man, well he kind of had, but this would go as self defense. Quinn watched as Sam knelt down and put a hand over the boy's heart, where the bullet was. Sam stood up and whipped his bloody hand, Quinn saw him wipe several tears from his eyes, Sam really didn't care about her seeing him cry, he was disgusted with himself. Quinn reluctantly put a hand on his hard bicep comfortingly.

Sam looked at her, she smiled, "it's ok," she whispered rubbing his arm. Sam took a while to compose himself, but when he did, he turned to Quinn.

"You really should go; you might've been killed," Sam said looking at her up and down making sure there were no injuries, "are you alright? Are you hurt?" Sam asked worriedly

Quinn shook her head, "I'm fine, you saved my life, thank you," she said, but then turned around to where her horse used to be, " it seems that my horse who brought me here has disappeared,"

"I can take you home, where do you live?" Sam asked, he needed her to go home right now.

The mention of home, made Quinn feel queasy. "I don't want to go home," Quinn clearly stated.

"Well, I can't just have you stay here," Sam said, he really didn't want to argue with her, but she needed to go home.

"You don't understand, my house is not a home, it's more like a dungeon," Quinn said looking down at her feet, tears in her eyes.

Sam didn't know what to say, he knew that she couldn't stay here, but the way she was crying, he knew that she wouldn't go home either. "You can stay in my tent," Sam blurted out mentally slapping himself for saying that, "I mean for tonight only, tomorrow morning you have to let me take you home."

Quinn looked at him, 'was he serious?' "But don't you have to sleep there?" she said blushing and looking down at her feet.

Sam was blushing too, "uh, no, not tonight anyways, I'm on watch out tonight," Sam really didn't know how he was going to explain this to Will, but he couldn't just leave her out here. His father had taught him to always respect women, and he knew that his father wouldn't be proud if he had forced her to do something she didn't want to do, He didn't know the circumstances of her living arrangements, but he somehow felt obligated to take care of this girl.

Quinn smiled, and nodded, "ok, I guess one night will work."