Soooo we're headed back in time:)) This one isn't as lengthy as the last one but still a little long:) I hope you enjoy! I'm super excited for the next couple of chapter to come;) Id love to hear you feedback (as always). 3

Much Love,

Ellie

~February 14th, 1983~

The Dynamos had come back to Kalokairi three days ago and Donna had gone on pretending everything was normal. Aside from the 5 month pregnancy bump, everything was perfectly normal. They'd left with much hesitation a week after finding out about their best friend's early on pregnancy and became concerned when she didn't ask them for help over the next four months. They were worried about their Super Trouper; they always worried over her. Especially considering Baby Sheridan #2 was halfway here and she hadn't started any baby preparations. That all changed however when four days ago Donna finally caved and asked her friends to stay with her for a while to help out, they were over the moon grateful she had finally reached out to them and although she didn't know it yet, they were planning on staying up until Baby Sheridan was here. They were all each other had. They were sisters. Therefore upon arriving at the villa, they were beyond surprised to find Donna had hardly paid attention to them since they arrived, almost avoiding the reason for them being here. She was.

"Tan, what are we gonna do with Pet Pissy?" Rosie asked towel drying her short hair as Tanya applied her makeup in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure I've exchanged two sentences with her in the three days we've been here. She's avoiding us."

"I know," Tanya sighed and threw her mascara back in the makeup bag. "We know the reason we're here. She knows the reason we're here. But she knows what we want to know. What we want to know is how all of this knowing got started in the first place," Tanya concluded as Rosie turned at her puzzled.

"Never knew you had the brain cells for riddles with all the alcohol damage," Rosie nodded impressed. "But you lost me. Another way of saying that might be?"

Tanya rolled her eyes at her friend, "How she got knocked up in the first place. We don't even know who the father is!" Tanya reminded her friend and put on a spritz of perfume.

"Are you sure about that, Tan?" Rosie raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. Tanya furrowed her eyebrows at the red head and waited for her to continue, "Think about it...She goes to New York, stays two weeks over time, and the only piece of new information we have is that: she had to switch architects,"

Tanya shrugged her shoulders, "So, what? Now you're the one talking in riddles, Red," Tanya sat down on the bed and crossed her arms, waiting for her to continue.

Rosie rolled her eyes, "Oh my God, Tanya! You of all people cannot be that naive!" She exclaimed hoping her Dynamo would catch on. She didn't. "Tanya, whose an architect we know of that works in New York?" Rosie questioned.

Tanya threw her hands up in the air, "How the hell am I supposed to know?!" Rosie rolled her eyes and started pacing the floor. "My god, I mean I'm hardly ever in the city! You know when I'm there Im upstate so what's so far up your ass about it? You think that Sa-" Tanya paused and realized what she said. She did know an architect in New York. Sam Carmichael. They all knew him but Donna knew him.

Rosie whipped her head around at Tanya's discovery. She clicked her tongue, "Bingo," she muttered. She watched Tanya's eyes get bigger and her mouth wider before she started to stand up, her eyesight on the door. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tan! Whers are you going?! You can't just barge in like you did with those male strippers!" Rosie said trying to sit her friend back down.

Tanya pushed her away. She needed answers. Now. She flung open the door and hobbled down the stairs until she made her way outside. "Donna!" She yelled in the middle of the courtyard.

Rosie came behind her, tripping in the process. "Shit!" She muttered to herself. "Shit, shit, shit," she reached Tanya and grabbed her shoulders. "Think about it, Cleopatra. Donna would've told us...she's not ready yet. And it's just a theory!" Rosie said, attempting to back up her tracks from earlier.

Tanya swatted Rosie's arms off and began scouting the place. "Donna doesn't know what's good for her right now. She's nearly halfway through a pregnancy, once again without a baby daddy, trying to do it all on her own, and shoving us out in the process. DONNA?! She just needs a little intervention that's all," Tanya finished innocently and headed for Donna's room. "DONNA!" She yelled up the stairs as Rosie covered her ears. She rolled her eyes, "Screw you, Sheridan" and she began to make her way up the stairs and pounded on Donna's door. It was locked.

They knew Donna didn't want to be found and probably had retreated to her room once she heard Tanya's horrendous screeching. Rosie scoffed and pulled out a bobby pin from her neat, short hair. "I really shouldn't be encouraging this," Rosie whispered and handed Tanya the bobby pin. Tanya winked at her and picked the lock with ease before kicking the door open.

Donna's head popped up alarmingly from her sitting position on the bed and her face fell. She put a protective hand around her bump, "Fuck..." She muttered as her Dynamos stood in her now open doorway.

"Yeah, fuck," Tanya said with venom and waltzed right up to the pregnant blonde, "How about you tell us who fucked you in New York? Huh?" Tanya asked aggitated.

"Tanya!" Rosie scolded and sat next to Donna on the bed, who now had tears in her eyes. Tanya held her hand up to Rosie.

"Or should I guess?" Tanya narrowed her eyes at Donna who just stared down at the floor in response.

"Back off, Cleopatra," Donna warned through gritted teeth as the hot tears were now streaming down her face. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Haha...I don't?" She began to pace the room. It was her turn to play bad cop. She didn't consider herself 'playing bad cop' though because she was curious that her friend hadn't told them anything. Especially if it had anything to do with that good for nothing architect who left her four years ago. "Tell me, Miss Sheridan...are you aware that Mr. Samuel Carmichael is also an architect in New York?" she asked once she'd finally stopped and placed her hands on her hips.

Donna shot an icy glare to the brunnette, "That's a heavy-ass accusation coming from someone who lost custody of their 5-year-old 6 months ago,"she spat with venom. She could play this game. If Tanya wanted to cross her, that was fine. As long as she knew she'd get hit back with equal force. Donna watched as her best friend's face fell and Rosie took a small gasp of surprise at her words.

"I see..." Tanya whispered and cleared her throat to stop the tears. "You can hit at me, Donna. That's fair because you feel threatened. You can hit at my god-awful parenting because you have it all together don't you?" she gestured towards her stomach. She knew it had hit her where it hurt, but it was the only way Tanya knew how to get her guard down. "But, what you can't do is shut us out. That's not fair. We fly halfway across the goddamn planet to be with you after not hearing ANYTHING for four months. You've completely ignored us these past 3 days and thrown yourself into work and that can't be good for either you or the baby. Let us help, honey. We wouldn't have been planning to stay here until the next Sheridan pops outta you unless we wanted to," Tanya said and laid her hand on her friend's.

"Y-you were planning to what?!" Donna straightened up and looked wide-eyesd at her two backup girls and saw Rosie nod at her with a small smile.

"You're not really on your own, Chiquitita. We're here. We've got you. We always have and we always will," Rosie said and pressed a kiss to the hormonal blonde's temple before handing her a tissue. "We just want to know one thing...two technically" Rosie rubbed her back.

Donna nodded and blew her nose into the tissue. "Screw it. Fine. Question 1?" Donna asked, praying it wasn't what she was thinking.

"Who?" Tanya asked getting straight to the point and not breaking her stare with Donna. Donna caved her shoulders inwards and began rubbing her stomach. She said nothing. "Sam?" Tanya asked worriedly. Donna just barely nodded in response as the crying began. "Oh honey..." Tanya began and both the Dynamos wrapped their lead girl up in their arms.

The tight embrace lasted a while before Donna broke away, "I get you may think I have the Devil's spawn inside of me but that doesn't mean you can suffocate us," she joked and grabbed another tissue. The Dynamos laughed at her joke, the first one they'd heard in a little over four months.

"How?" Rosie asked going straight into the next question. Donna winced at the question and looked down at her bump, tracing circles over it. She flopped back onto the bed and they did the same. She took a dramatic breath in before blowing it out with a raspberry. "I see..." Rosie said with a laugh. "Makes sense," Donna grabbed the pillow behind her and shoved it into Rosie's face.

"We're picking on Red now? Oh I want in," Tanya laughed and slung the body pillow at Rosie which took her off the bed. "Ohmigod!" Tanya screamed and ran over to get the little hermit, only when she held her hand out she was pulled down also.

"No, no, no. If I go down you go down with me. You too!" Rosie pointed to Donna and grabbed her ankle trying to drag her off the bed.

"No! I'm carrying a human being, which means I'm exempt," she testified. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to the Devil's Spawn would we?" Donna asked challengingly. Both Dynamos seriously pondered the question before Donna smacked them with a pillow, "The answer is: NO. Because she's also half Dynamo!" Donna defended as her friends bounced up.

"She?!" they nearly screamed. They hopped back onto the bed and did a little dance. They were going to have a second generation of Dynamos by the time Donna was done.

"Girls, girls, girls, I haven't gone in to find the gender," their faces fell. "I just have a hunch," she said with a smile and shrug. The Dynamos looked at each other with a satisfied smile, their Donna was happy for the moment. More importantly, she was happy over the baby. "And...I wanted you guys to go with me to my doctors appointment tomorrow to find out?" she asked as their eyes were glued to her's and they had huge smiles plastered on their faces. "You know that's a stupid idea," they cut her off.

"YES WE WANT TO GO!" They began jumping up and down and doing another dance around the bedroom, much to Donna's amusement. Tanya grabbed Rosie's arm, "Alright Red, $50 says its a boy," she held out her hand. Rosie shook it greedily.

"You're on," Rosie said with a laugh. She turned to have Donna staring open jawed at them. "Oh come on, Sheridan! You can't have all the fun!" she teased and they sat back on the bed with her. The laughter died down, and with it came the severity. "Donna..." Rosie muttered expectingly.

Donna look at them both and then nodded. "Ok, ok..." she took a shaky breath and held her hands out to her girls, who grabbed them without a second thought. "Do you remember Nick Young?" she asked shakily.

They both shuddered and nodded. "Fucking creep..." Rosie muttered and Tanya agreed. "Don? What's this have to do with him?" Rosie asked worriedly.

Donna shook her head, "Only some of it, don't worry." The Dynamos' stomachs began to churn at the mention of her previous stalker. "Ok..." she started from where it all began again.

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~September 25th, 1982~

Three more days. Three more days. Three more days. These are the words Donna was repeating in her head as she entered the elevator to consult with an architect about rebuilding the rest of the villa and adding the hotel. She'd been in New York the past 3 and a half days talking with Mark Whitehead about financial planning for her big ideas. He was a trusted friend of Sophia's and handled everything incredibly smoothly. Now, she was off to meet her architect who would take Sam's dreams and turn them into her reality. Sam. Her stomach began to churn as the gentleman who was riding with her exited. She was very aware that a certain architect worked in the same building she was riding in because she was seeking advice from his partner: Lynn Harper. Sam had gone on and on about how brilliant the guy was and she didn't see the harm especially considering Mr. Carmichael was supposed to be on vacation with his family. She rolled her eyes at the thought and hopped off the elevator. She opened the door to Harper & Carmichael Architecture and made her way to the receptionist's desk.

The lady was on the phone and gave her a small smile before mouthing 'one moment'. Donna smiled and sat down in the nearest chair and took in her surroundings. He'd done good. The place seemed to be buzzing with activity as she could see through the glass windows some meetings which were going on. One room in particular caught her eye, the one that had: Sam Carmichael on the glass door. She looked to her right and saw another door with the name: Lynn Harper. The only difference was all his blinds were closed, even on the door. Strange...

"Can I help you, ma'am?" the woman from the desk asked, interrupting Donna's thoughts. Donna smiled and made her way to the desk. "Hi," she said warmly.

"Hello," Donna greeted back and began fidgeting with her fingers, "Um, I have an appointment today with Mr. Harper..." She was getting ancy. She was moving her legs in place as much as she could in her black Prada pencil skirt. She already hated being here because his mark was everywhere she looked.

"Name?" The woman asked, double clicking on her mouse as her computer screen lit up.

"Donna Sheridan," Donna replied cooly and watched as the young woman gave a puzzled look at the screen before smiling up at her. "Everything ok?" She asked with a worriesd look.

"Oh, yes. Don't worry. I'm just going to be right back; he doesn't seem to be in yet so let me see what I can do," she winked and headed back to the workroom.

At that moment a middle aged man opened the door to Lynn's office and came walking out towards Donna, a sinister smirk on his face. "You must be Donna," he said and tapped the woman on the shoulder. "I'm Lynn Harper. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sheridan. Why don't we step in my office?" He shook her hand and immediately began leading her back to the office.

"Pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Harper. That's funny...they said you weren't in yet," she added as she sat down in a chair opposite his desk once entering his office. She thought she heard a lock on the door knob but assured herself it was just the door when it shut. Sam did trust this guy. Yeah, and why should you trust anyone Sam trusts? Because Sam would never put me in physical harms way. How about emotional? Sam's not even here!

"I've been reading through your emails, Miss Sheridan. May I?" He asked gesturing towards the papers as he leaned against his desk. She handed them to him and he tossed them onto his desk and bent down to where he was level with her, "Now the fun can begin," he said darkly but didn't move from his position.

Donna felt panic begin to rise in her chest at Lynn's closeness. He looked so familiar she just couldn't put her finger on it. She cleared her throat and laughed leaning farther back in her seat, "Y-you know, you remind me of someone actually," she said hoping to clear the thick, threatening tension building in the air.

"Is that right?" he asked lowly and grabbed the arms of the chair with either side, blocking her in. It was then that his long sleeve had rolled up enough to reveal a tattoo on his inner fore arm. A tattoo with her and her Dynamo's silhouette on it, in their Dynamo position. Her stomach began to churn as her heart rate increased. She'd been set up. He'd found her. She wasn't about to let him see that. But, how? How did he find her?

"Nick," she spat and took in a shaky breath as his face was now inches from hers.

"Well done, sweetheart. Did you miss me?" he asked darkly and before she could answer he grabbed her face and kissed her roughly before letting go. He started walking around the room, taking his belt off as he did. "You know I find it just darling the irony in this...don't you? I was your roadie, Donna. You and those sexy back up girls of yours were what I lived for. I followed you everywhere."

Donna caught on to the "irony" he was hinting at. The man had followed the girls on tour to every place they went, even to Greece. Then when Sam had come along and watched the girls perform he immediacy felt uneasy about the strange man. His hunch was proven right the following night as he'd attempted to hold Donna at gunpoint; wanting her and her little back up girls for himself. Sam had found them in time with the club security and after days of legal papers, the judge had decided to send him back to America without a passport to come back into Greece. He was sent back and from what Donna assumed, had gotten an incredible lawyer to be standing in front of her now. She had to get out. What would happen if she didn't? She thought of her Dynamos and Sophie back home and found her will.

Donna stood up and headed for the door, "That was the problem, Nick." she warned icily and tried to turn the lock to unlock it then she heard a click. But, it wasn't the lock. It was his gun. She turned around to see her previous stalker aiming a pistol at her. "Put it down, Nick," she said shakily. She refused to look weak.

He laughed. "No no no. I think I'll tell you what to do. Back away from the door, dearest." Donna surely thought she would vomit at what he called her, but she took a few steps back. "Good girl, now come here." Donna shook her head 'no' so he decided to stride over to her instead. He pinned her against the wall and began to hitch her skirt up, his hand burned everywhere it touched as Donna couldn't kick him off, not with the position he was in. She was stuck. God, what was she going to do?

The secretary had come back nearly 30 seconds after she'd left the young woman, to find her gone. She slowly went back to her seat just as the elevator door opened and out came her boss. "Mr. Carmichael?!" she asked in surprise. "Aren't you supposed to be..." he cut her off.

"Yes, but Harper is nowhere to be found and we have a board meeting in two hours, don't we? What all have I missed?" he asked and threw his coat and bag down before waiting for her response.

"Everything has been handled, sir. Although you received a call yesterday from a Nicholas Young?" Sam stopped dead in his tracks and turned around as his blood began to broil.

"Was it from a mental institution?" Sam asked dryly. The brunette shook her head no. He felt his heart rate speed up, "What did he want?" he choked out, the lump in his throat growing. Sensing the urgency, the young woman looked through her notes until she picked one out.

"He just wanted you to know by the time you got back we would've had "a personal Dynamo concert" also he said you were old friends and he couldn't wait to hear how jealous you were," Sam turned and started at his receptionist.

"Anything else?" Sam asked before heading into his office to make a call for the authorities. It meant Nick knew something. It meant Donna was somewhere here. It meant he intended to have her but not on Sam's watch. Tears came to his eyes as he thought of the woman he loved being touched by such a vile man. Oh god where was she? He figured he had time though. Since he was supposed to be on vacation for another week but Lynn Harper missing added all to his anxiety.

"Yes, sir. About two minutes ago, before you walked in, a Donna Sheridan came in looking for Mr. Harper but when I came back to tell her some information, she'd already left." Sam's face went white and he froze and dropped the phone. Donna Sheridan. His Donna? The Donna he'd come back for only to discover she'd already left because he was dumb enough to leave her in the first place? He knew it was her. He could feel it. Then he felt the apprehension in his body rise and it all added up as he looked into Lynn's room which was closed due to the blinds and saw that the lights were on.

Sam was a brilliant man. If he wasn't an architect people would've easily mistaken him for James Bond due to his intelligence. Lynn wasn't here. Check. Donna was here to see Lynn. Check. Nick had left him a horrendous message. Check. Lynn's office lights were on. Check. Donna went missing once Renee went to the workroom. Check. He would've caught Donna on his was out. Check. Donna was in Lynn's office with... Shit.

"No she didn't. Renee call security and make sure they're armed," Sam yelled as he ran to Lynn's door. Renee quickly grabbed Sam's phone and called for security in a panic, wondering what her boss was on to.

Donna's heart was beating faster and faster as he caressed her under her skirt. But, she couldn't move or kick or anything. "Take off your shirt," he whispered in her ear. She managed to free her left hand and slap him. Hard. Nick was taken aback by the gesture but quickly gave her a blow to the jaw in return. Donna fell to the floor and held her jaw closing her eyes and praying it was all a dream. The right side of her mouth began to throb as she felt herself being turned around and pressed up against the wall again. Nick took the duck tape from the desk and wrapped her hands around it until he was sure they wouldn't get out. "I would tape your mouth but I want to hear you scream," he winked and picked her up and when he did she kneed him in his gut, he bent over as Donna scrambled to get up. "My my...good thing I like a little fight in the bedroom," he snarled and just as she was about to yell for help he brought his hand over her mouth and pinned her to the ground. "Looks like I'll have to take off that shirt then, since you don't want to participate."

Donna felt the tears threaten to fall but she wouldn't let them. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. She reminded herself if all else failed, it would be over soon. Oh god please if it happens let it happen quickly... He began to unbutton her red silk blouse before tossing it to the side and staring at her full breasts in her bra. She saw where his gaze went and swallowed back the vomit. She knew she had one chance, and it was now before it got any further. She bit his hand that was covering her mouth hard, sinking her teeth in as far as they would go. Nick let out a yelp and released his hand from her mouth as Donna let out an ear piercing scream from the top of her lungs. She used her 4 inch heel to kick him in the groin and as he fell backwards she got up, looking for anything to defend herself with.

She didn't need to look as a familiar man came busting in through the glass door, a million shards flying through the air. Sam couldn't wait for security unless it would've been too late, so after a couple hits he managed to break the glass and fell into the room. He saw Nick still hunched over and turned in panic to find Donna. She was standing up, topless, with a growing bruise on her cheek and defiance in her eyes. He internally beamed when he realized his Donna had held him off. Nick had messed with fire, and all hell was about to break loose. Sam stood up and made his way over to Donna who was breathing heavily and couldn't take her eyes off of him. She couldn't believe it. Neither could he.

"Sam..." she barely muttered. "How...what are you?" she couldn't finish her questions as he pulled her instantaneously into him. She melted into his embrace as his touch immediately erased all of Nick's violating ones.

"Donna we have to get you out of here. Now. Come on..." he said quickly after he'd taken the duct tape off of her hands and began to rush her out of the room. He heard a gun click behind them.

"Leave with her and I shoot," Nick threatened, standing up and pointing the gun at them. Sam turned around and instinctively put Donna behind him as he slowly shook his head 'no'. Donna began to tremble and clenched his hand as he stepped in front of her. "Well isn't this sweet?" Nick snarled, "Darling Sam returned in time to save his beloved Donna...that wasn't part of the plan. But we can work it out," Nick spat.

Sam squeezed Donna's hand in reassurance, "Donna go," he commanded deeply, never taking his eyes off of the repulsive man. Donna's eyes went wide at Sam's request and he could tell she was about to protest. "Please," he began to break. "I can't loose you again. Go," he instructed again, gaining strength.

Donna was taken aback by his words. Loose me again? Her eyes became wide as Sam turned and looked at her for a split second. His deep blue met her fierce green and she could see the desperation in them. He needed her safe because even if she didn't know it yet, he couldn't live in a world that didn't have her in it. She slowly nodded and took a step back ready to make a break for it.

"Don't do it Donna..." Nick taunted. "Another step and I'll blow lover boy's head off," he smirked and watched as her face began to fall. She couldn't live in a world without him either, 4 years and a heartbreak apart or not. "Oh ho ho, have I hit a soft spot in Donna Sheridan?" he teased, still aiming the gun at Sam. Donna gave a vile glare as she felt Sam reach for her and pull her back behind him, so at least she wasn't a target. "This should be fun..."

Everyone had cleared the office and security still hadn't come. Sam only had one option and he was going to have to act quick. "Donna...remember our favorite James Bond moment?" He whispered as Nick gave a confused look,wondering what they were saying. Donna looked at him quizzically until it hit her.

"Uh huh," she whispered lowly. They were going to make a break for it. She just needed something to distract him with, she spotted Sam's pager in his back pocket and began to take it out. Sam felt what she was doing and he nodded his aggrement.

Nick was oblivious to their code, "Too bad your favorite James Bond moment you'll never get to watch again together," he replies smugly cocking the gun.

"Well, maybe not watch..." Sam explained, at the same time Donna threw the pager straight into Nick's eye, hoping to buy them a few seconds. The pager flew right into his eye, causing one of his hands to come up to it. Sam wasted no time and picked Donna up rapidly before running for the elevator.

The door couldn't open soon enough as Nick got up and looked at the object that had been thrown, "A fucking pager?!" He yelled, seeming almost insulted. He aimed his gun and shot at the pair as Sam threw them down on the ground and protectively hovered over the love of his life, in order to avoid the shot.

The elevator doors opened and Sam rolled them in, pressing the close button as quickly as he could, knowing Nick wouldn't be far behind. The elevator door thankfully closed before Nick could get to it. They began going down and Sam let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Stop the elevator," Donna muttered into Sam's shoulder; he hadn't let go of her yet. Sam didn't acknowledge her words. "Stop it!" She screamed and Sam hastily pressed the red button and looked to see Donna's tears starting to flow. She began sobbing, "I-I d-didn't know w-w-what was going t-t-to happen for a second. He k-kissed me and told me to take off my t-top but I couldn't let him see me break!"

Sam blinked back his own tears that threatened to fall. Here she was, after all this time, in his arms and he was sure as hell going to be there for her. "I know, I know," he whispered into her hair. "You're safe. I swear to God nothing is going to happen to you. You're coming with me for right now. He could know where your hotel is, and I'm not taking that chance, even when security gets him. He could have something planned there; I don't know what lengths he'd go to," he told her. He kissed her forehead and tightened his grip. Donna just nodded. She didn't have the strength to fight with him right now, especially after he just saved her life. She looked up at him with her watery eyes and he cupped her face and kissed her cheek.

"Sam," she said lowly and he looked desperately into her broken eyes. "Take away his touch, please," she uttered before moving her mouth towards his. She needed to feel something, anything other than the feeling of the bruising kiss being played over and over in her mind. She needed to feel their passion; assuming it was still their. Donna's lips brushed over his lightly before he held the back of her head, causing their lips to fuse together.

Their hearts both skipped a beat at the all too familiar feeling. Sam was still uncertain if she'd regret it later but moved his lips over hers and Donna responded with equal eagerness. He kept it soft and tender, not wanting to scare her but wanting to love her. He lightly slid his tongue over her bottom lip before breaking away and placing butterfly kisses on her neck, her chest, and her...she was topless.

Sam immediately looked up at Donna alarmingly who looked back at him dumb-founded. "Oh my God your shirt!" He remembered seeing the red garment on the floor and forgot to retrieve it; then again, it wasn't his biggest priority during the moment.

Donna looked down, "Shit!" she hissed. Sam immediately began to unbutton his dress shirt and her eyes widened the lower he got. Four years had been good to him. Sam caught her gawking and gave her a naughty wink as her face turned red and she rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Carmichael. Don't think for a second I didn't see you gawking at Thing 1 and Thing 2 when you saw me, which was completely inappropriate given the situation," she remarked, pretending to be scandalized and crossed her arms.

Sam's jaw dropped at her words but he also became immediately distracted by the effect crossing her arms had on her nearly bare breasts. Donna thumped him on the head, "You're not helping your case," she reminded him and he looked at her wide eyed. How the hell had she become more breathtaking? Was it possible? He closed his mouth and pulled off his shirt and handed it to her.

It was her turn to admire his incredibly toned upper body. Her throat went dry at the thought of how toned he was right below his belt buckle. "Miss Sheridan, I find it completely inappropriate given the circumstances for you to be sexually harassing me in this way," he joked lowly. She raised an eyebrow.

"Because after that little stunt you know all about sexual harassment don't you?" she said dryly. Sam immediately realized what'd he'd said and how it could've offended her. She had every right to be offended; she'd just been sexually harassed minutes ago.

Sam stiffened before bringing his hand up to his mouth, "Oh my god. Donna I didn't mean..." Donna threw her head back in a fit of laughter and took the shirt from him. He shook his head at her. Of course she'd attempt to laugh something like this off, only Donna and her psychotic humor would crack a joke about her potential rape. "Only you," he sighed and stood up to help her put the shirt on.

Donna stood up and let Sam pull the shirt tight around her before he began to button it. "I think I can manage to dress myself," she whispered and Sam only smirked.

"But it's so much more fun when someone else does it," he teased and lightly pecked her on the lips. She smiled and let him finish. Oh god what was she doing with him? She'd seen him all of five minutes and they'd already kissed. Twice.

"You're playing with fire, Carmichael..." she whispered as he pressed the elevator button to the lobby. That wasn't true. She was playing with fire and she was going to get not burned, but scorched.

He ignored her remark and grabbed her hand, lightly kissing it. "Ok so once these doors open we'll hail a cab. Once we hail the cab we're going to make a quick stop at a store around here, then we'll go home," he said as if it was a phrase he'd told her daily for the past four years. He didn't even realize he'd said 'we'll go home'. But Donna did.

She turned to him with her eyes wide, "Home?" She questioned. Sam nodded, obviously still oblivious to his comment. What was she doing? She'd hardly had time to comprehend all that had happened. SHE WAS IN AN ELEVATOR WITH SAM CARMICHAEL. IN HIS SHIRT. She couldn't do this, "Sam really I think I'll be ok, I'm beyond grateful for what you've done but..." Sam realized where she was going and stopped her by pulling her in for one of his hypnotizing kisses.

He tilted her chin, "Donna please..." his voice broke. "I can't...I can't let anything happen to you. I couldn't live with myself," he begged. Donna took a shaky breath at his words and before she could respond the elevator doors to the lobby opened; the shirtless Sam Carmichael and the flustered Donna Sheridan walked briskly towards the front doors. Sam kept his hand at the small of her back; no one was going to harm her.

Sam quickly hailed them a cab and pulled her in with him. She was quiet. She had every right to be after all that had just happened, but she was still his Donna. She was still his Donna because of the look in her eye; the look of strength. The strength she'd carried by herself her whole life because she'd been so independent. Sam wanted to fix that desperately but how could he just come out and say he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her? It was true, he'd come back for her after calling off his engagement with Lorraine but she was already gone. Lorraine called him an idiot and married him prove it. Now, they were separated and he wasn't on vacation, he was working out a custody agreement for the twins, until he'd gotten the call that Lynn hadn't shown for work. Yet, none of that mattered to him at the moment, not even for a second. What mattered to him was the messy blonde sitting on the other side of the cab in his dress shirt. He reached over and grabbed her hand hoping she'd take it, to his surprise, she did. She was still in there. She was still his Donna.

The cab ride was painfully quiet as Sam kept on rubbing his thumb over Donna's hand or giving it reassuring squeezes, until they reached their destination. Sam paid the cab driver generously and pulled Donna out of the cab with him. She looked at their destination and gave him a puzzled look.

"The Five Star Marriot?" she furrowed her eyebrows. He just smiled and nodded and wrapped a protective arm around his waist. "What happened to our 'little trip to the store'?" she asked, mocking his British accent.

His jaw dropped at her teasing and he immediately dipped her on the sidewalk, "Where's your spontaneity, darling?" he asked lowly before lightly kissing her nose. "Come on, this way he can't find us and it keeps you safe," he explained and pulled her through the doors.

"Sam..." she began. He turned to her, "as much as I enjoy the view, I don't believe everyone else will have the same appreciation for your half nude body as I do," she remarked sarcastically. He looked down at his bare upper body and shrugged.

"Then we'll have to move fast," he teased and dragged her into the hotel lobby. In all of five minutes, Sam had managed to book them a room, call his assistant to pick up his 'grocery list' along with Donna's things from her previous hotel, and make them dinner reservations. Dinner reservations? Oh god what was she doing? He walked up to her with a smile, "Ready?" he asked going to the elevator.

She pulled his hand causing him to stop. "Sam I just..." she looked down at the floor and bit her lip before he cupped her face.

"Donna...what is it, sweetheart?" He asked concerned. Donna caught a glimpse of the wedding band on his finger and all her doubts immediately came back to her.

"Don't you fucking dare "sweetheart" me!" She hissed and grabbed his left hand and held it up to him. "Recognize this, sweetheart? That's called a wedding ring. You're married," she reminded him with poison in her tone. "Now I appreciate your concern for my well being, Mr. Carmichael, I will find some grand way to repay you for your heroic actions, and I will also apologize for my actions within the elevator because they were completely inappropriate," she stated dryly. He knew this was coming and she had every right to throw it at him, he began to open his mouth but she held her hand up to stop him. "I'm. Not. Finish. Unlike you were with me four years ago when you left me alone on that fucking island! Last I checked, I told you I never wanted to see you again. Since you've saved the day and gotten your affection from the damsel in distress I've decided that IT WILL STILL APPLY!" She yelled and began storming out of the lobby. Shit.

He wasn't about to let her go, not without her knowing the full story. He sprinted out of the lobby, searching for her in the crowd of people. She was headed north and he sped up to catch her. He was able to catch up to her and he grabbed her hand without her knowledge and pulled her into the nearest building. The library. "Sam! I swear to God let go!" She fussed as he pulled her into the back section and went down an aisle of books.

"Shhhh, that's rude. We're in a library," he whispered with a smug wink.

She rolled her eyes and shoved past him. "Really, Sam?" She asked rhetorically as he wouldn't let her pass. "What more can you want? To see me cry all over again? To know that you left me there broken hearted?" She asked as tears began to well up on her eyes.

"I want you to listen," he answered. "Then you can go and storm off all dramatically," she rolled her eyes at his comment. "First off, I came back for you."

"You what?!" She asked completely shocked at the new information. She got shushed by a student a couple aisles down, "Fuck off!" She said in return as Sam had to stifle a laugh "...why didn't you call me?" She crossed her arms.

"Because I was crazy enough to be thinking you'd be waiting for me. Only when I arrived they told me you were off with some other guy," Donna looked guitly at the floor. "So, Lorraine called me an idiot and married me to prove it," he quietly finished.

"She took you back?" Donna asked quietly as she began to slowly relax, realizing he'd taken her hand in his. He solemnly nodded. "I see..." She pursed her lips. He'd come back for her. The thought made her heart skip a beat, but she had to be practical. "Yours still married," she shrugged and tried to move past him.

"Seperated," he corrected her. She turned hot on her heels. "Four years into it, Donna and she knows. She knows I've been desperately in love with someone else," he said passionately.

Donna's throat went dry. So, it wasn't completely wrong for him to take care of her for a couple days. That's all he'd be doing though. Definetly. "Desperately?" She asked, still taking in his words.

He nodded and walked towards her before taking her in his arms, "Desperately," he reassured and picked her up in his arms as his lips crashed onto hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he walked them backwards; slamming into a bookshelf.

Does is show again? Donna thought, just how much I missed you. She felt safe. She felt wanted. She felt desperately desired and loved. She felt home.