Author's Note: Sorry these chapters are so short. I don't see that this story should be long chapters. It's about a family losing their child and doing everything they can to get her back.
Sorry for all Sam's mood swings. But do you honestly blame her? I don't. Anyway, here's something to spice up the story.
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Sam walked down the street of the town. Her mind was clouded with everything that had gone on between her and Derek. They rarely ever fought but this entire situation was getting to them.
She wanted so badly to go after the person who had her child but there was no way she could do it alone. Her disability made it impossible.
Walking into the café that she had taken an interest to as soon as she hit town, she sat down and began looking over the menu. She liked the chili but she couldn't eat it if it was made with anything tomato, which it probably was.
The waitress walked over with a small smile. Sam looked up at her but couldn't hear what she was saying, like normal. Did she miss the implants? Yes and no. yes, because she couldn't hear anyone's response, and no, because the frequencies were way too loud. She preferred the silence to loudness.
But she felt bad for taking everything out on Derek. She could feel he was still in town. Saying thanks to the waitress for the coffee she had been given as soon as she walked in, she paid for it and ran off into the night.
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Derek tossed his keys on the kitchen counter and abruptly punched the wall. He didn't punch it hard enough to put a hole in it but it was hard enough to make his fist throb.
Why did he have to be such a jackass? Sam was his and he was ruining it because he couldn't get past his own grief to make sure she was okay. He was sucking at a boyfriend and a father.
He ran his hand through his hair and turned around abruptly. Sam was standing in the doorway. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. That meant she ran to the house.
"Sam…" He didn't get to finish his sentence before she was across the room kissing him.
His primal side took over. He bent to pick her up by the thighs and spun until she was sitting on the island. His jacket was gone in a matter of seconds and chilly hands were yanking up his shirt. He moved with the motions.
When they broke for air, they stared at each other. Derek's eyes were golden as his wolf was peeking out. Sam's were different. She was sad but this was something she needed.
And he complied.
Derek swung her off the island and headed up the stairs. He made short work of her jacket and t-shirt, stopping to run his fingers along her skin right above the waist line of her jeans.
"Derek." It was breathless and pleading and he couldn't help himself.
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The couple lay contented in their bed, limbs all wrapped together. Sam's head rested on his shoulder as he had his arms wrapped around her. He continued shifting because her breath was torture on his skin, specifically on his nipple.
After a few moments of silence she raised her head and looked up at him. He smiled sarcastically at her. She punched him playfully in return then became serious again. He steeled himself for the onslaught.
"I'm sorry, Derek." She said instead.
Derek's jaw went slack. Then he squinted at her. "Did my girlfriend just seriously tell me she was sorry or was I imagining it?"
"I'm being serious. I shouldn't have hit you but you were acting so arrogant."
"I wasn't being arrogant. I was trying to keep from lashing out at the wrong person. It was neither one of our faults that Laura was taken. Someone just started playing a game with us and we fell victim to it. Besides, I should have told you like I promised I would."
"I shouldn't have taken it so hard."
"I did when my family was killed. The only one I had left was my sister and I treasure her. Then she was killed and in comes you. After that, here comes Laura. Sam, I love you and that will never change. We're going to find Laura."
"And if we don't?"
"Don't be thinking that. You can train Stiles in the art of sniping and I can continue working with Scott until we're ready to move out. And I swear that I won't keep anything from you that concerns our daughter ever again."
Sam nodded, her hair tickling his chest. "I have one more question."
He angled his head down. "What's that?"
She smiled wickedly, something he associated with one of his favorite pastimes. "Can we go one more round?"
He had her on her back before she could say anything else. "Babe, we can go as long as you like."
She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly. He figured he'd been forgiven.