A/N: I had to go to work after I posted chapter two and when I got off I saw that I had four more reviews! I was completely shocked and I'm so glad that you love the story. I have a poll up on my page regarding whether or not Sam will attack Katie like he did Emily…. Wow that sounded harsh. Anyway, I'm unsure and would love to hear some feedback. So please take the second to go vote or let me know how you feel in the review section!

P.S. This chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did, Leah would have had her happy ending written in the books.

The next few days I spent in constant war with myself. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Sam and I knew that as Leah's best friend, I couldn't go there. It was breaking the ultimate girl code. You don't date any guy that they have liked or dated, even if they approve. It never ends well.

Leah called me on Saturday. She said that she went to see Sam get his high school diploma and all he did was look in the crowd, as if he was looking for a particular person. Then she said he looked disappointed when he apparently didn't find that person. That didn't help her theory that he left her for someone else.

It was Wednesday when I saw Sam again. The steps going up to the front porch on my house was getting old and dad about broke it going to work yesterday. When I woke up, I heard hammering from outside. I got up to investigate and found Sam fixing the steps. Not just the one that dad almost broke, but all of them.

"What are you doing here?"

"Your dad called Billy and told him about the problem with your stairs." He stood up. "Billy called me and asked me to come up here and lend a hand."

"What do you want?" I raised eyebrow. "You know I won't help you win Leah back."

"I don't want Leah back." He quickly replied. "Just being nice." I gave him a look over before heading back in the house. Then I realized that I was just wearing one of dad's old t-shirts that fit me like a dress.

That's not where it ended either. For the next two weeks, things kept popping up around the house to be done, like the gutter falling or a leak in the roof. Every single time Sam was over there fixing it. I enjoyed seeing him, even though I hid it. How would Leah react when she found out that I was possibly starting to crush on her ex-boyfriend?

Today, my oil needed to be changed. I usually took it up to Port Angeles to get done but Billy insisted that Sam was better and all he was charging was that I fixed him lunch. So, Sam was currently changing the oil while I was inside making lunch. After five minutes of indecisiveness, I decided to use the chicken from last night's dinner to make chicken sandwiches.

I was in the middle of cutting the sandwiches in half when I suddenly felt body heat behind me. I felt myself tense up, realizing that Sam was that close to me. Slowly looking behind me, he had a small little smile on his face.

"Like what you see?" Shit… why did I say that? That was what cocky guys said when they caught a girl checking them out.

"Matter of fact, I do." Before I knew it, I started leaning in close to him. His lips were a few centimeters when the house phone rang. We jumped apart then I realized I still had a knife in my hand. Looking down, my hand was starting to turn red. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was blood… my blood.

"Are you okay?" He took the knife out of my hand, threw it in the sink, and had my hand in his hands. Next thing I knew, he had a dishrag tightly wrapped around my hand. He still had both of his hands almost cradling my hurt hand.

"How bad is it?" I couldn't help but ask. The stinging that I was starting to feel should have been my answer.

"You may need stitches…" He took a glance in the rag. "It doesn't look like it's gonna stop soon."

You know how you have those phones when someone's leaving a voicemail; it plays it as they're leaving it. Well, the Swan residence had such a phone.

"Hey Kat. If you can hear me, please pick up. I really hate talking to a voicemail machine. Anyways, are we still on for that movie? Please call me back." Leah's voice interrupted us. Shit. I did promise her that we would go to Port Angeles and watch the comedy that just came out to cheer her up.

"You need to go to the hospital to get your hand checked out." Sam's voice had a tone of authority. It shocked me.

"I don't want to go." If I went to the hospital, dad would find out. Sometimes it sucked having the police chief of a small town as your dad.

"So you want to bleed out?" He raised his eyebrow.

"It would be an interesting way to go." I joked.

Despite the fight I put up, Sam and I were sitting in one of those little rooms at the Forks Hospital. While he wanted to take me down to see Sue Clearwater, I quickly reminded him that Leah would see him and cause a scene. So, he grudgingly settled for the ER.

Suddenly, a gorgeous doctor whisked into the room. He had pale skin, blonde hair, and golden eyes. As soon as he walked in, Sam tensed up more so than he already was. I gave him a questioning glance but he was too busy glaring at the doctor.

"Ms. Swan, I assume your father doesn't know you're here?"

"Can we keep it that way?" I sheepishly asked.

"Talk goes quick in a small town. But my lips are sealed. I'm Dr. Cullen by the way." So this was the doctor that dad respected but Billy couldn't stand. It was the one reason that the two grew apart. They used to always be hanging out when dad wasn't working but things changed when the Cullen family moved to town.

Dr. Cullen picked up my hand and gingerly started looking at it. He didn't even react when I jumped at the coldness of his hand. How in the hell could he stand to be that cold? At night, I was usually bundled up in two blankets to keep warm. After looking at it for a few seconds, he announced that I would need stitches… why did Sam have to be right?

I must have tensed up because I heard Sam say, "Are you okay?"

"I hate needles." I admitted. Then again, who didn't?

"You can hold my hand if you need to." He offered.

I was fine when he washed my hand. Heck, I was fine when they administered the anesthetic. When Dr. Cullen pulled out the needle, I grabbed Sam's hand that he had placed on the bed. He automatically laced his fingers with mine and gently squeezed them.

"Look at me." That tone of authority was back and I couldn't help but look. His warm brown eyes were silently telling me that it would be okay. I couldn't look away. I was so caught up in his stare and the feeling of his warm hand in mine; I barely noticed the tugging on my right hand.

"Alright, Ms. Swan." Dr. Cullen announced and for the first time since they started, I looked at him. While he was gorgeous, I decided that he had nothing on Sam. "You need to come back in ten days. The wound should be healed up by then and we'll remove the stitches. Now it is extremely important that you don't get them wet. But, once a day, dab it with a little salt water. Avoid putting any pressure on your right hand. You don't want the stitches to come loose or do worse damage."

"Now, I wrote you a prescription for a pain killer. I know once the numbness wears off, you'll be in a great deal of pain." He handed me the prescription, forcing me to let go of Sam's hand. After agreeing to follow doctor's orders, I was finally able to go.

"Are you okay?" I asked Sam once we got into the lobby of the hospital.

"The room stunk." Was all that he said.

As soon as Sam pulled his truck in the driveway, the first thing I saw that dad's police cruiser sitting outside. Well... I wondered how long he had been there. Hopefully not long.

"What the hell happened?" He asked as Sam opened the door for me to walk in.

"The telephone rang and scared me as I was cutting up sandwiches for lunch. Sam heard me scream and ran inside. I couldn't drive myself to the hospital, so he did." I explained before he could overreact even more. After looking over to make sure I was okay, he got me settled on the couch then promised to get my medicine.

"You can eat Sam." I said after a few minutes of silence.

"Do you want one?"

"Seeing my own blood kind of took my appetite away." I tried joking. Sam didn't find it funny but went to get a plate with a few sandwiches on it. He sat on the couch beside me and kept me company as he was eating. His body was emitting heat and I couldn't help but scoot closer. "Are you feeling okay?" I used my left hand to feel his forehead. He had to be running a temperature.

"I run a few degrees warmer than most. It's in my genes." He explained to me.

We sat on the couch and watched some old Western movie that was playing. It was in that moment that I realized I was starting to like Sam. He had come over and helped fix things around the house and refused to take payment. He sat with me while dad went to go get my medicine so I wouldn't be alone.

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