Hey Timmy Fans!

Sorry for not updating - I was at my fastpitch softball tournament this weekend. (I'm the pitcher. :D) We took first place, finally! And - this is the best part - Timmy's starting tomorrow against the D-backs. In celebration, I figured I'd post another chapter.

Enjoy!

Sammy's POV:

Wednesday, Lincecum start against the Dimondbacks. Naturally, I was there, in my normal seat. This was the first time Timmy and I had met since our date - he had called me the night before, just to make sure I would be at his start the next day. His childlike joy when I confirmed was thoroughly charming, putting a grin on my face despite the fact that Cain had lost his start. Going into Timmy's start, we were one game up on the D-backs, just holding them to second place in the NL West.

"And your starting pitcher for the World Champion San Francisco Giants... Tiiiimmm Lincecum!" I joined the standing, screaming mass of fans as he walked up to the mound.

"Oh my God, he's just sooo hot, right?" I looked over to my right, and a scantily clad blond was standing there, flipping her hair, looking expectantly for an answer.

"Uhh.. "

"I mean, just look at his arms! Mmmm... so hot... " She fanned herself with a hand dramatically, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I mean, his forearms WERE amazing - looking, but...

"And his eyes! They're so deep... He could use a haircut, though." She looked skeptically out at the pitcher, famed hair flying behind him as he threw his nasty changeup in the dirt. Strike three.

I used the need for cheering as an excuse for not responding to the blond slut's comments. I mean, his looks weren't all he had going for him. His personality was amazing. It made my blood boil that this girl only wanted him for his looks. I mean, seriously! What was with the world?

I smiled down, watching my - was it right to call him my date? - walk in from the dugout. He glanced up, and smiled his dimple-ridden grin before gesturing for me to lean down. I obeyed.

"Wait for me after the game," he said into my ear over the noise of the crowd. I pulled back, and nodded so he could see. Smiling, I watched him walk to the other end of the dugout to get a drink from one of the giant Gatorade coolers.

"OMG! You actually talked to him!" The fake blond beside me gasped in shock. I mentally rolled my eyes, and simply nodded. She flipped her hair.

"So, like, what are you, like, his sister?" I actually laughed aloud.

"No, I'm his... " I was stuck at what to say. The blond looked enlightned, raising her penciled eyebrows high, with a fake smirk.

"Oh, I got it." She patted my shoulder, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "It's okay, we all want him." Pulling back, she giggled. "I mean, what else would we come here for? To watch just anyone get all dirty?" She wrinkled her nose, obviously disapproving of dirt in any way, shape or form. I grimaced, turning away, pretending to cheer for Nate Schierholtz as he came up to bat.

The blond finally left my side at the end of the game, hanging on the arm of a guy that she most certainly had not come with. As soon as she was out of earshot, I breathed a sigh of relief before leaning against the dugout wall, watching the crowd file slowly out of the stadium, like ants from an anthill.

"What's so interesting?" The deep voice in my ear made me smile as I turned to face the speaker.

"The relief from an annoying blond chattering in my ear all game." He laughed aloud.

"So was that why you were talking to her and that other guy?"

I sighed in annoyance. "I was not talking to her - she was talking to ME, and the poor soul who caught her eye was simply along for the ride." I shook my head in pity for the man.

Shuffling from side to side, Tim looked out at the field. The field crew was just finishing dragging the field, although they weren't dragging with the same intensity that they did between the fifth and sixth innings.

"Do you have your glove with you?" he asked suddenly.

"Yeah. Why?" I pulled it out of my bag to prove it.

"Leave your bag there. Just hop the fence." He stood back, and I shrugged, easily clearing the fence and landing in the dugout with none of the agilty of a cat. Pulling out his own mitt, he grabbed a baseball from a nearby bucket and walked out of the dugout.

"Wait... Didn't they just drag the field?" I called, not wanting to make them re-do it. Timmy shrugged.

"They won't mind if we stay in the outfield." Finding no fault with this logic, I followed the pitcher out, and we took classic spots - him in center, me in left. Lazily, he tossed the ball up in the air. Instinctively, I took my first steps back, before calling out, "Mine!" and charging back to my left to make the catch. I turned, and threw it in the air to the pitcher. Looking up, he stepped slightly to the right, and reached up with his glove to catch it. I raised an eyebrow.

"You really should call the ball, you know. Helps avoid collisions. And use two hands." He grinned.

"What can I say? There's a reason I'm not an outfielder!" I laughed, and we continued to toss the ball, finally calling it a night after nearly all the managers had left the park.

"You catch well," he commented as we walked, side by side, down the foul line in left field. I shrugged.

"Outfield's my second position. But thanks." He looked intrigued.

"Wait, then what's your first?"

"Pitcher." He smiled.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you." We both laughed, then fell into a comfortable silence as we continued to walk towards the dugout.

"I really like you, you know," I turned to face Timmy, smiling softly.

"I really, really, like you too." He grinned at my response before stopping right where he stood. I stopped, and turned to face him.

"I know we've only been on one date, but.. I really like you. Would you be my girlfriend?" Almost unconsciously, he reached out, holding my hands lightly with both of his. The setting sun illuminated his eyes, which looked apprehensive as he chewed his bottom lip, waiting for my answer.

"Of course." I smiled, and reached out, pulling him into a hug. I don't know how many seconds we stayed like that, but as long as it was, it was the best hug of my life.

Just a little AN here. Has anyone noticed I'm mix-and-match-ing the current events in Giants games with what happens in this story? ;) But yeah. Okay, so now that their relationship has officially started, I have a descision to make. Not now, but later - much later - should I change this story to an M rating (for lemons) or leave it the way it is, T rating with only hints?

Also, just BTW, I'm going to have surgery on Wednesday - I'm probably going to update more of out boredom for the next week during my recovery.

Reviews always make my day! (: