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So we have made it to Sunday and the second to last chapter of this little fic. I have to admit I'm a bit sad because I knew how I wanted this fic to end when I wrote the first chapter. So to be here at almost the end of makes me a little down but like all things this has to come to an end.
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Sunday
"I- I don't know what to say" Doctor Artie "Bones" Abrahms whispered as he stared astonished at the sight he'd just saw, as the last of the of the cosmic dust disappear. The ship fell silent as the horror of what they just witnessed washed over all on board as they gazed on the vast open space of nothingness. All eyes fell on the blonde Vulcan standing still, and seeming emotionless. "I'm sorry" Bones whispered as he rolled closer to Sam's side.
Sam turned his head to see his mother weeping while his father stood still and tall, as his siblings cried in their mother's arms. He was lucky enough to save his family, and some of the elders of his people, beaming them onto the Enterprise, but the Romulan's were successful in taking the lives of the majority of the population, when they evaporated his home planet of Vulcan, leaving Sam helpless to save his people. He watched wordlessly as everything he has ever known disappear, imploding in front of his green eyes.
Sam stiffened as his heart pounded. Suddenly the observation area of the ship seemed to loose all oxygen. He needed a way out, a place to regroup, a way to swallow the human emotions that were building up in his chest. He needed an escape. "Doctor, please take my family, and the others down to the clinic area to see if they have any injuries" he ordered calmly turning to his friend. "Lieutenant Chang, please use your personal knowledge of warfare to find what form of fighting the Romulans are likely to use in person to person combat" he turned to his other friend. "It is necessary we know what other possible threat we face if we get into a fight" Mike nodded unsure of what to say to comfort his friend. "Now if you please excuse me" Sam nodded to a sympathetic Captain Puck as he made his way to the elevator. Sam pressed the button summoning the transporter, as its doors slid open. He quickly stepped inside, pressing the button to the lower deck.
Before the doors slammed shut, Mercedes quickly boarded the elevator after him, leaving them alone in the tiny area. She quickly pressed the button to stop it in mid transport, and turned to the alien. "Oh Sam" she sighed taking his face into her hands. "I'm so sorry" she apologized allowing tears to flow from her eyes while caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. She pulled him into an comforting embrace. "I'm so sorry"
Sam's icy exterior melted in her bodily warmth, squeezing her back, the humanity in him relaxing and accepting her touch taking a selfish moment to revel it. His eyes watered as he realized that his home, and everything he loved about it was gone leaving him the one of the last of a dying breed, and he was totally powerless to stop it.
"What do you need me to do?" she pleaded, hoping he would pour his heart out to her, to tell her everything thing she could do to assist him in his time of need. She pulled her face out of his chest and presses a precious kiss to one cheek then to the other, gazing into his green eyes. "Please tell me Sam, what you need me to do?"
Sam stiffened, placing his hands at her waist, staring back into her brown eyes. He gulped as his jaw tightened. He had a feeling where he wanted to tell her everything he was experencing, his loss, his fear, everything he could actually feel. And not only about the loss of Vulcan, but about how she made him feel just being so close to him and caring for him. However Sam refrained from doing so, knowing there would be no logic in it, his blubberings unable to bring him any peace or his planet back. And although his human side screamed out for a human touch, his alien side fought fiercely allowing him to know that he was unable to cry human tears, based solely how he felt about Mercedes, or how Mercedes cared for him.
He lightly pushed her away, reaching around her to start the elevator again. He looked into her confused and slightly hurt face saying "Lieutenant Jones, I need you to translate the Romulan transmissions, to find where they are headed next. That would help me greatly." With that Sam stepped off of the elevator, once the doors opened. He turned to look at the woman he loved looking at him, as the doors slid shut, her still on the elevator.
Sam jumped, shaking himself from his sleep. He rolled over, pressing his lips to a round, brown shoulder, jarring Mercedes a bit. He nuzzled into her skin, pulling her closer to him, holding her close, engulfing her in his long arms as if he were trying to prevent her from leaving.
Mercedes moaned slowly waking from her slumber, smiling at the affection so early in the morning. She slid her hips back into his abdominal area, causing Sam to moan and sigh. "Morning" she smiled .
"Morning" he replied into the top of her ear. "How'd you sleep?"
"Well" she yawned, stretching her spine a bit as she turned in his arms to face Sam. "You?"
"Amazing" he grinned pulling her closer to him.
Mercedes sighed as she attempted to sit up in bed, so she can start her day. She was met with a gentle tug back down onto the bed by two strong fuzzy arms. "Hey, what are you doing?" Sam questioned slightly whining.
"I'm getting up" Mercedes chuckled lightly. "We have to get this house together before we leave, and we have to get back before either of our parents notice we're not in Lima"
"I know" Sam huffed allowing the realization that their weekend was over and they would be forced to re-enter the real world shortly linger in his mind. "But can we just lay here for a while and act like we don't have to go back? Just for an hour, please?"
Mercedes relented, falling back into bed with Sam, folding into his grasp again, knowing that in all honesty she wanted to prolong their time together just as much as he did. She smiled as she agreed "Okay. But only for one hour" snuggling under the covers, throwing her soft large thigh over his hips, as she pressed her ear to his chest , listening to his heart beat. Sam rested his chin to her head and held her, genuinely appreciating the time left he had alone with her. They laid there quietly as the sun rose higher in the sky. He relished in her flesh and warmth, trying to memorize very breath she took against his body. He was set on some how stopping time where they could lay like that in bed until the world ended around them.
They laid in that position for a majority of the morning, silently enjoying each others company, sprinkling sweet comments to each other. Finally Mercedes rose from bed first, throwing on one of his t-shirts and some sweats. She pulled her hair into a messy pony tail and headed into the kitchen. She quickly prepared a simple breakfast of cereal and fruit for the two of them. Sam soon followed her into the room joining her at the table for their last meal at the house. They ate, while solemnly discussed a chore list of everything they had to do to erase any traces for their vacation.
After breakfast they cleaned the kitchen, doing all dishes they left, and wiping down all counters. Mercedes then swept up the sand and dirt they tracked in after their private swim the previous night, while Sam followed behind her with a damp mop to get up any water drops. After that was completed, Sam quickly got dressed and left to return the borrowed row boat to the neighbor, thanking him again for his kindness. The older gentleman prodded Sam to hear how his surprise went over, excited that he could help young love blossom. But all he was willing to tell the stranger was that they both enjoyed the boat immensely. When he returned to the house, he then put away the table and chairs, returning them to their rightful place in the family shed.
While Sam organized outside, Mercedes was busy in the house, cleaning. She removed all of the towels and sheets from the bed, placing them in the washer, hidden in the closet in the kitchen. When the first load was done she ,without permission, tossed Sam's clothing in, figuring she could easily wash her close when she got home, while Sam didn't have that luxury. While the laundry was running, she cleaned out both bathrooms, wiping down all surfaces to ensure they were spotless, and it appeared that they had not been used.
When he was finished outside, Sam returned into the house to find Mercedes filling the coolers with ice again, before unplugging the refrigerator. He assisted her with the task of repacking the food they brought along, arguing over what Sam should take back to his family. After agreeing to take certain food items back with him, Sam placed the coolers in the car.
"Okay I'm ready for the bags" He announced as he made his way back into the house. He found Mercedes folding the freshly cleaned towels and sheets they used over the weekend.
"Okay, well we just have to wait for your clothes to dry, and you to repack and we're all set" she huffed, the afternoon of cleaning starting to wear on her a bit.
"My clothes?" he questioned "You did my laundry?" he smiled.
"Well yeah" she shrugged paying more attention to her task of folding in an attempt to avoid the growing grin on his face. "Their in the dryer right now"
Sam stepped behind her, holding on to her waist, burring his face into her neck as he kissed her skin. "You're so good to me Ms. Jones" he whispered.
Mercedes giggled, his breath tickling her skin. "It's not a big deal" she blushed becoming distracted from her folding. "Now help me finish folding this stuff" she smiled turning her head to his. He quickly pressed his lips to hers before stepping around her to assist her in folding the bedding. When they completed the task, they placed everything in the lien closet. Mercedes finally threw on her clothes for the day, as Sam pulled his fresh clothes out of the dryer to fold and pack them, before placing both of their bags in the car. Finally he walked to the fuse box, hitting them to cut the electricity. As his final task Sam turned off the pilot light to the hot water heater.
He jointed Mercedes in the den as she double checked that they had completed their personal chores. They stood silently in the house, looking around it, making sure everything was as it was when they arrived. "Welp" Mercedes sighed scanning the den "We're finished. It was like we were never here" she admitted bitter sweetly.
"But we were" Sam corrected her, as he gathered her into his arms "And I'll never forget it" he gazed at her. "Thank you so much for bringing me up here"
"Well thank you for coming with me" she responded. Sam leaned over, kissing her deeply, as he pulled her closer to him. "Do we really have to go back?" he moaned as he came up for air.
"Yeah" she giggled "we do. But, just think of it this way, we will be back up here together soon with all of our friends, in a few weeks, and everyone will know we're together by then." she glowed at the thought of being official
"Okay" he pouted pushing her giggle to a full belly laugh "but you have to promise we will have at least some time to ourselves when we do"
"Promise" she nodded in agreement before she raised to her toes, pecking Sam's puffy bottom lip. Taking his hand into hers she lead him towards the door. She took one last look around before huffing "Good by house"
"Until next time" Sam reassured her causing her to smile.
They climbed into Mercedes car and began their two hour car trip back to Lima and the reality they both faced at home. Sam requested to drive the first hour while Mercedes surfed YouTube in an attempt to come up with a song the two of them could sing as a duet. They bounced ideas off of each other, but neither one loving the ideas they came up with, finally agreeing they had the rest of the summer which was more than enough time to come up with a song that highlighted both of their voices. After an hour of driving, and suggestions, Sam stopped at a gas station insisting that he fill up Mercedes car saying it was the least he could do for the weekend.
Mercedes drove the last leg of the trip. As he rode along Sam contemplated his decision to not confess his love for Mercedes the previous night. He looked over at her smiling face and decided that his heart nor his head would allow him to hold the information any longer. He loved her. How could he not? She was all that was good in the world: kind, hopeful, joyous, and patient. She was his light house, the one point he knew he could focus on to help him find his way. And he felt as if he were not being fully honest with her by not confessing how he truly felt about her. He kicked himself for missing the opportunity to bare his soul to her, determined not to hold his feelings back for her any longer, he secretly thanked God for having time to tell her how he felt.
As she pulled into the Motel the sun was starting to set, causing the sky to look like it had been set a blaze. "We're here" she huffed disappointed, the fact that they were parked outside a familiar landmark signifying the end of their trip.
"Yeah we are" Sam agreed, melancholy that he was right back in the one place he didn't want to be, reality. He stared at the motel door knowing that once he crossed into its thresh hold he was stepping back in the stresses of being a homeless teen with the responsibility of caring for his family placed squarely back on his shoulders. He gazed back at his love, and his look softened, knowing that he had more to look forward to with her, and that she made living the way he did much more bearable. He fought kissing her but he gladly lost as he pulled her into across the console. He instantly slid his tongue into her mouth, his heart melting as hers jockeyed for position, while he caressed her face. He then moved his kisses south, planting them on her neck, stealing one last taste of her before they parted.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?" she cooed in his ear, her skin heating from his contact
Sam sat up and gazed into her eyes, glancing at the hotel door then back at her. "Yeah" he agreed "I'll see you tomorrow" he gave her one last sweet peck, in an attempt to tied himself over until then. "I have something I want to talk to you about tomorrow anyway" he grinned unable to wait to see the look on her face when he finally confesses his love to her.
"Well why can't you just tell me now?" she questioned intrigued by his mysterious behavior.
Sam knew he had her attention but wasn't ready to spill the beans yet. "Now isn't the time" he wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Tomorrow, I promise"
With that Sam left the car and grabbed his bag and guitar case out of the back. He was ready and motivated to prepare the next day, figuring he had time to come up with the right words to express exactly how he felt about her.
Once inside of the motel room Sam sighed as he looked around the dimly lit area. Everything was just as he'd left it, which gave a weird unsettling comfort of home. He tossed his bag on his cot, and quickly unpacked. He then sat down with a pen and some paper, and began jotting down what ever came to his mind when he thought about her. He laid back on his cot, with his note book on his chest, figuring that the words would flow if silently meditated on his feelings.
"Sammy!" was the next thing he heard, as the door opened, his family making it safely back from Kentucky. His younger siblings pounced on him, knocking the wind out of him. He had fallen asleep not knowing just how drained he was from cleaning all day.
"Hey munchkins" he rasped as he sat up trying to catch his breath, at the same time gathering Steven and Stacy in his arms. Although he enjoyed being free of the responsibility, he missed them greatly. It was as if they had grown a few inches in just a few days they were apart. "How was it?"
"It was good" his mother beamed, plopping down on one of the twin beds in the room. Sam stood, walking over to her, bending over to hug her tightly. It seemed that the time away was good to everyone, considering his mother was practically glowing. "We figured you didn't eat yet, so we brought you a burger" she explained as she squeezed her first born back, realizing just how much she missed him.
"So how was your weekend?" his father questioned as he dropped the last of the families bags near the door. Sam noticed his voice sounded lighter, more relaxed. Sam took note of the smile at his lips, seeing as it was something he hadn't seen his father wear in months. "Did you get to rest?"
"It was good" Sam smiled reflecting the joy pulsating from his family, the tension that normally filled that single room, noticeably gone. "I just you know, laid around, and hung out"
"With Mercedes" Stacy sang in a teasing way, a little grin pulling at her mouth revealing her missing front tooth.
"Yes" Sam sang back tickling his adorable little sister as punishment for her playfulness. "With Mercedes. We were thinking, her family has a cool house by a lake. It's only a few hours away from here. She showed me pictures" he made sure to add, as a way to reinforce the story that he had been in Lima the whole weekend. "Well anyway" he shrugged attempting to play it cool as he sat at the table, pulling out his burger and fries "she was kicking around the idea that the whole Glee club could go up there in a few week, as a kind of retreat. She even suggested we bring these two" Sam smiled ruffling Steven and Stacy's hair. "So they can swim and play."
"Oh Mom!" Steven perked up excited that he had been included in his older brother's plans "Can we come back to go to Mercedes house at the lake? Can we?"
"Yeah Mom can we?" Stacy joined in for good measure, assuming two of them pleading was better than one.
"Guys, go clean up for dinner, we'll talk about this later" she smiled herding the children towards the bathroom.
"What, come back?" Sam chuckled "Are we going some where?" he questioned with an amused tone.
"Well Son" Dwight started unable to hide his excitement, his chest puffing out as he walked towards the teen. "The reason we left on Thursday was because I had an interview on Friday. And I- well son I got the job" he beamed placing his hand on Sam's shoulder. "I got the job"
"Oh Dad" Sam stood shocked totally shocked by the news pulling his father into an embrace excited by the news. "That's amazing"
"Thanks Son" Dwight sighed relaxing his muscles. "This move is going to be the best thing to happen to us, It's just what we need to start over again"
"Wait move?" Sam stiffened pulling back to look into his fathers eyes. He was so consumed with the joy of hearing that his father was employed again he didn't fully understand what he was being told. "What move?"
"Well Sam" Mary said calmly stepping closer to him "the job is… well its in Kentucky"
In that instance his blood ran cold as the full realization of what his parents were saying sank in. Sam's happiness replaced with fear and anger when he understood that his family was leaving Lima. "No" he said just above a whisper as his eyes squinted and his lips tightened.
"Sam we-"Dwight started
"No!" Sam yelled backing away from his father, causing his younger brother and sister jump and huddle together in the thresh hold of the bathroom door. "We just moved! You- you can't do this to us again! Pick up and go whenever you feel like it!"
"Sam!" Mary cut in, stepping between the two men in her life "Can I speak to you outside?"
"No Mom we can't-"
"Outside now!" Mary cut off, her lips tightening as she stepped closer to her child.
Sam huffed relenting as he jerked open the motel door walking towards the parking lot. He paced as he waited for Mary to join him giving him a second to cool off. He looked into the glow of the open door, to see his mother comforting his upset father. Mary finally followed Sam out closing the door behind her. She looked at her son her eyes tired from the travel and months of worry. She walked closer to Sam pulling a flimsy sweater close wrapping itself in its fabric.
"Mom I'm sorry but-" Sam began, regretting having yelled at his father.
"Sam" she stopped him holding her hand up indicating he needed to stop talking right at that moment. "You know you've had to shoulder a lot these past few months. You've hand to basically become a man, to provide for your family, to keep your head up while your world crumbled around you, to… to become an adult giving you an equal say in our decisions" she explained walking towards Sam. "But with that, your father has struggled, having to step aside and allow you to do what he was suppose to do, to do his job. He has fought with allowing you to grow up and temporarily replace him as the families provider. Swallowing his pride and self esteem and break his heart to have you age so quickly and put such a heavy burden on you. He never wanted this for us you know. We never wanted this for you, but this is where we found our family" she teared up looking around herself at the motel they currently called home. "But we have a chance to change everything, to save this family, to set things right." she said pleading. "We can put our lives back together. We can, we can let you be a teen again" she said releasing a breath of relief at just the thought of having her care free teen boy again. "This job allows us to do that. It will allow us to start putting our lives back together again. But it can't work without every one on board for it. We all agree that this is what's best for all of us"
"But Mom-"
"Now we spent a majority of the ride home convincing the kids that this will be a great change. That they will have their own rooms again, and they have a chance to make new friends and that life will be just all around better in Kentucky. Now we need you to, as a part of this family to do the same. We need you to get on board with this Sam, because it is happening no matter what" she said sternly. Sam stiffened at this realizing that she was correct, that the move will happen no matter what he said. "Now I know your older and you understand that this will be harder than we presented it to the children. But I also know you understand that this has to happen" she caressed his cheek in a comforting manner. "Sam, I know you have just settled in to your own life here, and you have your friends and everything, but we are your family and we love and need you"
Sam sighed. He knew she was correct that he had to stand with his family, to get in line and present a united front with his parents. However his heart was slowly breaking. He had found an actual home in Lima, just to be ripped from it again and from the women he had fallen in love with. He nodded silently nuzzling his mother's hand against his skin. He wordlessly walked back to the motel room, taking a deep breath with every step. He closed his eyes, hesitating before he put his hand on the door knob, composing his emotions before he went back to into the room.
When he opened the door, he found that his father had managed wrangled his siblings, sitting them at the motel table for dinner. He looked around their shared room, internally conceding that what he was about to do was for the good of his family. He quietly walked towards his father, as all three pairs of eyes fell on him. Dwight stood up bracing himself for whatever his eldest son was about to say. Sam looked into his father's eyes, trying to put himself in his father's shoes. He tried to understand what it would be like to have to watch his son become the sole family provider, to have to swallow his pride to allow his son to become a man before he was ready. He placed his arms around his father's shoulder, hugging him tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm sorry" Sam whispered into his father's ear.
"I know. It's okay" Dwight replied forgiving his son instantly knowing that all of this was hard on him. And realizing no matter how mature he had become, Sam was still a boy.
Sam pulled back to hear his mother close the door behind her, smiling with her hand over her heart, proud of the two men in her life. He looked back to she his siblings studying him, subconsciously wondering how they should react to the changes they were facing. Sam, realizing that they would follow his lead and smiled, however the joy never reached his eyes. "You guys excited about the move?" he questioned them in the lightest tone he could muster at that moment. "Because I am. It's going… its going to be great" he attempted to convince them as he sat to the meal he was no longer hungry for. He relaxed when he saw his siblings relax and turn back to their dinner. He then began to eat, not tasting a thing as he bit into his burger. He plastered a fake grin on his face for the rest of evening, as the he gave up and confessed to himself it was over, his had officially run out of the thing he thought had the most of : time. He was leaving Lima and Mercedes.
So one more chapter left of this, and I will then (FINALLY) close out Daydreamer. Love you guys for reading.