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Sam's eyes opened and slowly focused on a high canopy of trees high above his head, as sun rays peeked from behind the lush cover. He ran his hand against the ground to find himself cushioned against soft grass, as the blades ran between his fingers. He blinked rapidly trying to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. Slowly he sat up to survey the area around him and to help him untangle the mystery of where he was. When fully up he looked down to his feet to his own personal shock. His feet were considerably farther away then he was use to when he normally sat up. Also he found that his toes were blue, but not in away that was suggest injury or loss of blood flow. The actual pigment of his skin was a an alternating dark and light blue. He stared at his four toes and lifted his fingers to his face to find that he only had four very long fingers also in the same alternating hues. He quickly put his hands to his face to feel that it didn't feel the least bit human. He stood silently as he got his balance to find that he had to be at least eight feet tall.

Listened quietly he heard a small spring of water running near by. He followed the sound to find a brilliant blue lake with breath taking vibrant life around it. He leaned over the water in an attempt to get a view of his face. When he finally saw his reflection he gasped at the sight. He had an elongated nose with a triangular shaped nostril area. His cheek bones where very pronounced and high, as his blond hair cascaded down to his shoulders in a large braid. His mouth hung open in shock giving him a clear view of his teeth which were pointy and sharp. He ran his hands over his face again, subconsciously trying to connect what he was looking at with what he felt unable to grasp the fact that he was actually looking at himself in the reflective surface. The only part of the refection that he recognized where the bright green eyes that stared back at him, reassuring that it was really him in this body.

The faint sound of talking and laughing shook him from his daze. He stood up and headed in the direction of the sound, drawn to the warmth of the noise. He made it to the edge of a slight clearing to find a whole village of beings that looked like him with alternating blue skin, all gathered at the base of a tree the height and size of a city sky scraper. He silently observed the life around enormous tree smiling to himself as he focused on each one. First he noticed a male of his current species with a tuff of curly brown hair. He appeared to be older than all of the others around the area. He smiled as he placed his hand around the shoulder of a female with bright red hair and large light brown eyes, who nuzzled into his side. Sam then focused on a younger male with his hair braided in a long Mohawk with a bow wrapped around his lean body. He walked up to a female, who was plumper than the other ones around her. Taking a close seat next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder as they conversed with two males, one with bright blue eyes, the other with curly hair, who were holding hands, snuggling close. He then looked onto another blond haired and green eyed being like him, however she was female. She lightly chatted with two other females one with dark brown hair and powerful dark brown eyes, the other blond with bright blue and obviously kind eyes. The blue eyed blond and the dark haired females stood close, their fourth fingers wrapped around the others, as they exchanged loving glances. He then looked at another small group of beings one female with slightly smaller eyes and a dazzling bright but shy smile nuzzling with a male with shorter dark hair cut into spikes. The two where obviously laughing at what the other male, with brown hair, a bit brushed to the side of his face and odd gloves made from leaves on his long fingers, who was in the middle of what one must assume was an interesting story as suggested by his wild hand gestures. Finally he focused on a young male who was heads and shoulders taller than the rest, which was a feet considering all of them where extremely tall. He was busy hugging a smaller brunette female who's snout was slightly larger than all of the others. She smiled lovingly at the lanky male, seemingly enthralled by his mere presents.

Sam silently observed their interactions, finding them to be almost like a loving family, joined at a gathering. They seemed to really enjoy being around each other and he couldn't help the smile that came to his face as their joy seemed to radiate into their surroundings.

"Kaltxi" he heard behind him in a soft voice causing him to jump in fear. He turned around finding himself looking into two large and soft sable eyes. Her hair was dark and braided down around her shoulders covering her large round breast. His eyes slid down her body, over to her round, soft belly going round her hips, down to her thick and sturdy thighs. She was statuesque and breath taking, as a soothing breeze slightly blew through her hair.

Sam blinked rapidly as his mouth failed him. She was stunning and caused his heart to pound. "Kaltxi" he replied happy he had understood her greeting. He stood up tall, looking down on the beauty in front of him.

"Za 'u hu oe" she said to him which he instantly took as her asking him to come with her, as she took his hand and pulled him in the direction of the group he was observing. He obeyed following her, enjoying the feel of her hand in his. They walked over to the group who greeted them warmly. He sat happily as they all shared a cozy meal. Sam felt at home in their group forgetting that he was suppose to be searching and remembering why he was there in the first place and the puzzle of how he got there. All he knew is that in his heart he felt that he belonged where he was, with this group. He felt at home.

"Nga yawne lu oer" He sighed into her ear as they all sat around just enjoying each others company. She turned her head and stared into his large green eyes. She gave him a heart melting smile as she searched his face.

Suddenly her eyes widened as she looked past him whispering one word "Tul"

Sam leaned into hear her again asking "Peu?" wanting her to repeat herself.

"RUN!" she screamed as her eyes reflected her fear. She grabbed his hand pulling him up, as she and the rest of the group began to bolt. That's when he heard it, the first tree limbs falling as a large mechanical monster showed itself, solders with weapons followed closely behind it. The loud banging of guns rang out, as the deathly sound of their peaceful environment being torn apart from the presence of these other beings. He ran closely behind her keeping instep as they bolted from the perceived danger. His heart raced as the only thought that surged through his mind was to keep her safe, to get her away from all of the destruction that was baring down on them. As his mind was racing, his legs suddenly gave out from under him, his body turning limp, and is world went black. The last thing he heard was her screaming "Sam TUL! SAM, SAM!"

Suddenly Sam opened his eyes to find himself in a very different environment. He shielded his eyes as the man made florescent light of a pod he was in blinded him. As the cover of the pod opened he found his father Dwight with his hand over it, being the one to open it and rip him from his other world. Sam sat up shocked, covered in sweat as he quickly took in his surrounding becoming acclimated with the cold, sterile area. He found his mother standing next to his father in a white lab coat.

"What are you doing!?" he yelled up set that he was pulled away before he could ensure her safety.

"Its over Sam" his father said intensely in an authoritative tone.

"No! NO!" he yelled back "Send me back I have to go back!"

"You can't Sam. It's over, and you can't go back" Dwight answered a bit of guilt showing in his eyes.

"But she needs me!" he pleaded trying to close the pod back to get back to her.

"We need you" Mary said softly trying to cool the fire in Sam. "They need you" she clarified, stepping to the side to reveal his brother and sister holding each other crying. Their little eyes wet and red, scared and needing. That's when he realized that he was apart of the danger he was trying to save her from, and that he was forced to leave her.

Early Monday Morning

Sam's eyes shot opened to find his thought cloud staring back at him. The familiar sight allowed him to realize that he was back at the motel, back in his reality. And that reality was that he wasn't going to be there very much longer. They were moving, and by this time next month, he would be in Kentucky and far away from his first love. His heart pounded as he looked around the room to find the rest of his family resting peacefully while he lacked the ability to even allow his eyes to close. He laid back down as he attempted to process his feelings. He ran his fingers over his hair attempting to calm his racing mind. He had to see her.

He sat up on his cot zoning in on the room clock reading 12:45 am. Swinging his legs, while throwing his blankets to the side, Sam quickly located his jeans. Attempting to drown the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he swiftly pulled them on as he stood up. With careful ease, he pulled his shirt over his head as he looked around for his shoes. Picking them up with one hand he tipped toed over to the night stand between his parents bed and his siblings. He took a moment to pause and stare down at his sleeping family. He then stealthily slid his father's truck keys off of the stand, and headed for the door. With great care he crept out of the door, closing it gently behind him. He sprinted to the truck, unlocking it and sitting in the drivers seat. He quickly when he realized, in his haste to get out of the room, he had left his phone inside on its charger. While putting on his shoes he attempted to think of a way to contact Mercedes. He huffed as he started the truck's engine and with the lights off, backed out of the space his family left it, hoping he would be able to get to her.

Mercedes laid in bed staring up at her ceiling, unable to contain the smile that seemed to be plastered to her lips as the memories of their weekend danced in her head, keeping her from sleep. She looked over at the empty side of her bed amazed that she'd become so use to his weight shifting next to her so easily, making it hard to drift off. And although she had just left him a few hours earlier, she already missed him. She bit her lips giggling to herself as she replayed her evening.

How after she dropped off Sam, she rushed home, and quickly unpacked the coolers putting them back in their place after drying them off. She then quickly dumped out her bag on her floor, gasping when she found her espadrilles full of sand. She was able to quickly finish one and a half loads of laundry before she heard her parents car service pull up. She greeted them at the door sweetly as if she had been home the whole time. Her parents brought home take out from their favorite Thai restaurant which caused her to notice she was staved.

As they ate as a family, she was regaled with her parents weekend. She found out the her father took her advice to heart and actually surprised her mother with an amazing spa day all Friday, while he was attending his conference. That evening as they ate a very romantic dinner with the desert sunset was their backdrop. Saturday her mother went shopping, buying Mercedes a few items including a few pieces of handmade turquoise jewelry. Her mother was very surprised when she stepped into a store her father insisted she go to, and found that he had the owner pull a few dressed in her size and arranged for a personal shopper to take care of her for the day. By the time of the conference dinner that night, her mother had on a brand new cocktail dress that her father admitted he loved her in. It seemed that the weekend helped to rekindle the romance in her parents relationship much to Mercedes delight. As she gazed at the looks she noticed her parents exchanged across the table, she only hopped that after years of marriage hers would be as loving and involved. And a small part of her was hoping for all of that with Sam.

When questioned about her weekend Mercedes decided to tell the truth, well part of it. That she went out with Sam, and lounged around the house for the most part, neglecting to specify which house she did her lounging. She told her parent that over all she had a peaceful weekend and that it gave her time to think about some thing, including a trip she wanted to take with the entire glee club, but that she would save her idea for when they were well rested.

After dinner, she did the dishes, allowing her parents to turn in early after a day of travel. She then lugged her clean clothes to her room, putting them away, and changing into her pajamas. That's where she found herself, excited that not only had she gotten away with it, but that with her lost weekend she had come to the realization that she was officially in love. She thought of his smile, the way he looked at her, the way she felt when he said her name. She loved Sam, and she was excited. She was ready to tell the world about him and how she felt with him. But she realized needed to tell him first. So she figured win or loose, she would tell him that she loved him when they met up that next day. He needed to hear it, even if he didn't feel as strongly about her as she did about him, he had to know the truth.

She closed her eyes as she attempted to imagine his face when she confessed. She wished he was there, in front of her, so she could bare her feelings to him at that moment just to see if her prediction of his reaction was correct. Suddenly, she heard a tap against her window. She paused, thinking that she was imagining thing, when she heard it again. She sat up in bed sure that she was confused about what it could be. She got out of bed and tip toed over to the window, jumping when another pebbled the pane right before she could open it. She looked out to find Sam in her back yard, a hand full of pebbles preparing to throw another when he noticed her.

Mercedes heart leapt into her throat, amazed that he was there. It was as if a magic genie knew what she wanted and granted her wish without her even having to ask. She beamed brightly as she threw her window open, breathing in the fresh night air.

"I guess it couldn't wait until tomorrow?' she whispered playfully to the man standing under her window. But he didn't agree with the playful nature of her greeting. He didn't even smirk. In fact his face was without blood, his eyes sad.

"Can you come down?" was all he was able to ask as he gazed up at her smiling face, swallowing his hurt.

A chill ran down her spin as his tone floated up to her. She saw the expression on his face and knew the weight of what he had to tell her prevented him from saying it to her at such a great distance. She nodded, her stomach turning, as she held up a finger to inform him she'd be down in a moment. She quickly closed her window and located her slippers. Cautiously she opened the door to her room and stuck her head out to find her house deathly silent. She darted out into the hall and tipped over to her stairs, floating down them light footedly to make sure not to wake her sleeping parents. Mercedes made her way to her kitchen back door in the dark. She placed her hand on the door knob, but before she turned it she had to take a deep cleansing breath, preparing herself for whatever Sam had to say.

When she appeared in the door way, his knees weakened. As she made her way towards him he felt his heart slowly crumble. He began to mummer to himself how he thought he'd have more time. More time to get know each other, more time to cuddle, more time to share their emotions, more time for them to love. Just more time for her. He pulled her into his chest breathing her in for what he knew would be one of the last times. "I thought we'd have more time" he apologized to her over and over again.

Mercedes gulped, unsure of what to say or what the problem was. All she knew that it had to be much more important than she assumed. "Sam, baby what's wrong?" she trembled in his arms despite the warm summer night air. "You're scaring me"

He pulled her away from his body to find her eyes full of fear. He searched her face wanting to reassure her that everything was fine, but he knew that things weren't fine. In fact they were the complete opposite of fine, and it killed him that the reasoning was out of his control. "I thought I'd have more time" he sighed.

"Baby please, what is it?" she questioned as she pulled Sam to the patio swing located on her deck. The swing they cuddled on so many times during that summer as he pretended to count the stars, telling her she was the bright one. How he would kiss her lightly on her nose just to hear her giggle, or he would just cuddle her to his side as they swung in the sun, planning the next day or time they would be together. He sighed as his memories flashed quickly through his mind. He looked at her and decided he couldn't hold it any more he had to just blurt it out. "My father found a job"

Mercedes eyes glowed from the news. She pulsated with joy as the words sink in. With these words she knew the Evans future was eminently better. They could move out of the motel, Sam didn't have to kill himself working doubles at the pizza parlor, they could finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. She pulled Sam into a tight embrace as a small celebration of the news. "Oh baby, that's great" was all she could get out as she sank into his grasp.

Sam sighed, tears welling up in his eyes, as he felt her heart pound against his chest even through their clothes. He nuzzled into her neck relishing in that single moment of unfiltered joy for a second that he could be the one to give her such elation. Then reality hit, he also had to be the one to rip it away. "It's in Kentucky"

Suddenly her world felt like it crashed around her. But not with a bang, or a crash, but with a small heart breaking gasp. She pulled back dropping her eyes into her lap as she searched for the next words to say. She knew he was looking at her, hoping for her to say something, anything that would help the situation. Something that could ease their pain, something that could explain away their pain and sadness, putting everything in perspective. But she couldn't, words lost all value in that moment. Her emotion took away her ability to speak for fear of what may come out. If she went with her heart, was telling her, she would yell at him how could this happen? How could he do this to her, give her everything, to just snatch it away. Her head quickly rationalized that he had no control over the situation, but her heart didn't hear it in that moment. All she knew was her first time, first kiss, first love was leaving her, and she was angry, and hurt. However if she went with what she assumed he wanted to hear, that she would be okay for him to just go, it would come off as hallow and a total lie, but she knew that's what he needed to here. She was stuck, trapped between what she felt, and what she assumed would be the "correct' answer at that time.

She looked up finally into his eyes, and said the one thing she needed to say, the only thing that made sense to her at the time. "Take off your shoes." she ordered.

Sam stared back at her confused, wondering why she would make such a request. He couldn't understand why at a time like this she would ask him to do such a thing. "Mercedes" he whispered "what are you-"

"Take your shoes off" she repeated cutting off his question. "Please?"

He sat back on the swing. He still didn't see why when they needed to talk, she was concerned about his shoes. But he figured if this would move the talk they needed to have along, he would oblige her. He huffed as he sat up, and untied his shoes, toeing them off under her watchful eye.

When his task was finished he looked into her face. She stood up, taking his hand as she did. He stood up following her lead. "Grab you shoes" she told him, allowing him to gather his things before she lead him towards her back door.

Just as she began to twist the knob he pulled his hand out of hers, hushing "Mercedes" frozen in his tracks at the thresh hold of her house.

"Please?" she pleaded. as she took his hand again. He pulled back against her, slightly only to hear that heart breaking word again from her now slightly quivering lips one more time "Please?" At the last plea, the one that he knew meant she needed him, he relented, and stepped into the dark Jones house of his own will.

He walked in father into the kitchen, allowing her to follow him, and close the door behind them. He noticed she neglected to lock the door, never hearing the familiar click of a lock. They were cloaked in darkness as she guided him through her house. All he could hear was his heart beating in his ears as he followed closely behind her, thinking of all of the scenarios that could happen if he was found at that time of night in her house. Not only would Mr. Jones have him boiled alive, his father would kill him for the disrespect of another man's house. That coupled with him stealing the truck, he was not going to survive any of his possible punishments that flashed through his brain. Once up the stairs, they made their way to her room. She pulled him in to it and closed and locked her door. He looked into her large brown eyes and realized it didn't matter. If he was found out by either of their parents, she was worth every part of his possible fate.

Mercedes leaned against her room door for a moment, unsure of how she made it all the way there with Sam, the last few minutes feeling like a blur. She walked over to her bed, pulling the covers back, before resuming her place before he informed her that this was likely one of the last times they would be alone together in that manner. She sat in bed and looked at him standing at the foot of her bed motionless, obviously unsure what his next move should be. She then pulled back the rest of her sheets, indicating she wanting him to climb in with her. He hesitated, looking between the door and the bed. His decision was made when he dropped his shoes, and began to unzip his jeans, sliding them to his feet. He slinking over to his side of the bed, getting in, while Mercedes laid down. He curled up next to her, and wrapped her in his arms. He pressed himself against her body, knowing it would be the last time he did so.

Unwrapping one of his hands from her waist, she took it in both of her hands, studying it in the moon light. She slid her hands up his arm, before sliding her soft digest between his rough ones. She pressed her lips to its palm before sandwiching it between hers, and pulling it to rest under head. He felt her back expand as she sighed almost contently as he pulled himself closer to him.

Mercedes closed her eyes, as his words where still processing. She needed to silence them, a way to forget, for just for a moment, that he was being torn for her life. Suddenly Sam felt the vibration of her body, as she chuckled to herself. He desperately wanted to know what caused her to find any amount of amusement, and if she would please share it with him. Suddenly he heard her clear her throat softly be for she softly sang, almost as if it were a lullaby, slow and somber:

I know
You belong, to somebody new
But tonight you belong to me

Finally, at that moment she allowed herself to cry, as if it hit her, that they wouldn't sing that together again. That all of their planning and expectations felt as if they were for nothing. She realized that although he was right there next to her, he might as well be in Kentucky already, because he already felt distant to her. As the tears rolled across the bridge of her nose, across her cheek on to her pillow she continued to sing

Although
We're apart
your apart of my heart
And tonight, you belong to me

Sam squeezed her, unable to see her face but by the trimmer in her voice she was crying, and he was the reason. He squeezed his eyes tight wishing that things could be different. That she was in tears of joy, but no, these tears where of pure heart break. Breathing in her sent he softly joined in, as a single tear feel from his eye

Way down
by the stream
how sweet it would seem
Once more just to dream
in the moonlight

My Honey

Sam hushed unable to continue, choosing to listen to her finish the song out, both parties knowing that she was talking directly to him as she sang:

I know
With the dawn
that you, will be gone

But tonight you belong to me

Just to little ole me.

Her body shook with tears as she pulled his hand closer, nuzzling farther into the small puddle that had accumulated under her head. Sam held her close lightly rocking her in a comforting manner, finding a small slice of peace in it himself. He did so until her body stopped and her breathing became even and slow. As she drifted off to sleep she heard only one thing, and that was Sam as he pulled his lips close to her ear rasping the words that was suppose to make her feel better, but instead made her heart hurt even more: "I love you"

Mercedes eyes slowly opened, as the rays of the sun danced against her eye lids, waking her. She breathed softly, relaxed for just a moment. Suddenly the events that happened only a few hours earlier rushed her, and she jumped up, sitting in bed in a slight panic. She found his side of the bed empty, and cold. She assumed he must have slipped out hours ago. She rubbed her eyes, realizing she should feel relived to find that he had left before either of her parents had found him in her bed. However, she only felt even more heart broken, knowing that she would once again be waking up alone.

She had made the heart ripping decision during her song, she had to let him go, to find himself. This move was a new beginning for his family. She sat alone in her room trying the best she could to convince herself that the best thing for him would be to travel to Kentucky with a clean slate, so that he could start his new life. And that couldn't happen if he was still holding on to them. She also decided that she had to take her feelings, no matter what they were and somehow find a way to suppress them. Like him she deserved a fresh new start. And although it would be extremely difficult to do, she would have to make it official, their weekend was over, and with it so was their relationship. It seemed easy enough, but the mere thought of it resulting in her staying in bed the rest of the morning, tears streaming down her face, as she thought back to their weekend, and what could have been.

The Lake House.

A/N: So I said last chapter I always knew how I wanted this story to end. And yes it is on a very sad note. When thinking out the concept of the ending I did tear up a time or two, but stayed resolute to how I wanted it to end. I know some of you where hoping for a happy ending, but this is (In my head) how it all happened. So I hope your not too pissed or sad how it ended, and just know that I still love all of you.

NOW for the good news, I will be finishing Daydreamer soon after I finish another update I've been working on. (remember guys those two stories are linked. This story is what happened between chapters two and three if you want how it fits in with everything) Any questions or comments you want to send me that you don't want the world to see LOL feel free to PM me here or hit me on Tumblr (same name).