Hellbreaker, never, but then again sometimes people make it more complicated than it really is.
beautifullove521, you know that's just the way they are almost all the time.
They ended up back at his house, her eyes narrowed at him while the halfa went around the house to prepare her something to eat. She continued to stand there, her stomach rolling now at the smells coming from the kitchen. She didn't look pleased with him and although she thought it was nice of him to try she was also annoyed with his choice to ignore her.
Does he just hear half of what I say and chose to do what he wants? I can't help that food doesn't appeal at this point. She walked into the living room. She couldn't even stand being close to the smell of food and she knew he was making something she absolutely adored. Sighing she sat down in a chair and closed her eyes waiting for him.
So you've pulled away from the love that wou'd've been there,
You start believin' that your situation's unfair
Danny moved quickly, making things that he knew she could eat, as most of her vegan food was still in his fridge and he continued to buy more just in case she did come over. He was glad that he was prepared for this, but at the same time he could hear her disagreement with him. He knew she couldn't talk, but there were moments when he could swear her voice was there, telling him things as she moved her slender fingers. It was a wish. He wanted her to get her voice back, and in that same respect he loved her whether she could talk or not.
Maybe that was the real issue. He did miss hearing her voice, missed hearing her talking to him and she felt that. She possibly felt that it bad that she couldn't express herself the way she wanted and was frustrated. He couldn't relate with that on the voice, but he knew frustration and pain. He had been so frustrated with the doctors that refused to help her and frustrated when she didn't wake up after being freed from the dome that held her. The pain that he had felt holding her bleeding form in his arms woke him up at night. He could feel it, the red substance on his face and the urge to wipe it away. When he had looked her in the eyes at that moment and knew she was dying he had felt a pain like no other. Not even the day that she had disappeared had he felt such pain.
No, when she had disappeared there had been a chance she would come back, but she was in his arms, bleeding, worn out and dying. He had been there to see it whereas her disappearance had been just that... a disappearance. Looking down at the food in his arms he walked to the table to set it down. He had loved her just the same, all those years of looking and waiting.
"Sam," he called out heading into the hallway and past it to the living room where Sam sat in a chair, her back to him. All he could see over the top of the recliner was her black locks. "Sam." She didn't answer and he thought maybe she was ignoring him until her head moved a bit. Moving to stand over her he was shocked to find that she was asleep, her amethyst eyes closed and flickering. He was going to walk away, but suddenly she opened her mouth in a silent scream and he was quick to wake her, his hands touching her brow hoping to sooth her. It helped, but she didn't open her eyes.
But there's always scars,
"Sam, wake up, please," he whispered and it was at that point she did open her eyes, green orbs looking up at him dazed. She didn't look like she could see him, as if she were still in that nightmare and Danny did the one thing that came to him. He leaned down and kissed her, his lips touching hers softly at first and then harder. Sam's fingers found his hair, twinning in the black strands as her eyes regained their natural coloring before closing them. He could feel a vibration as she arched into his touch before stiffening and pulling away. She looked up at him, her mouth open while her eyes began to narrow. She was quick to assure him it had been a mistake, that she had still been half asleep, her body moving into a standing position. She rushed for the door, claiming with her fingers moving that he should have listened to her.
It was at that point her face turned green and she shoved the door open as she emptied what had been in her stomach on his front porch. Danny stood there in shock for all of two seconds before going to her aid. He helped her with her long hair and moved her back into the house as her legs turned to jelly. She had been fighting the fatigue every day, the lack of sleep coming back to bite her as she failed to eat as much as her body needed. That was something she couldn't fix since her body was the one that made the decision.
'I'm sorry,' she signed. He shook his head as he moved her back to her chair before disappearing into the kitchen. Returning a few moments later with a wet rag he cleaned her mouth and face before the Goth before him snatched it, her cheeks turning red. He knew what was going through her mind.
When you fall back far
"I know that you're not handicapped, Sam. I want to take care of you." She shook her head cleaning her face and handing the cloth back to him, her fingers flying after he took it from her. "It was the food smell?" She nodded as her face grew angry. "I know you told me, but there has to be something that you can eat." She shook her head and then began to sign. "Certain parts of the day are fine?" She continued to sign to him, her fingers working fast even as she felt the heaviness of her weary limbs. Danny finally understood as he took the rag. Coming back a few minutes later with some water he offered her use of his bed, claiming that she needed to lay down before he could even think of her going home like she was now. She wanted to argue, but finally gave in knowing he was right. She signed that she would use the couch, not the bed.
"You would sleep better on the bed, Sam." She shook her head and pointed to the couch, reminding him that it was a pull out. He sighed and refused to give up the battle. "You will be using the bed, Sam," he thundered shocking both of them with his forcefulness. "I am tired of arguing with you and with as stubborn as we both are that is saying a lot. I refuse to let you sleep on the couch bed when your body needs real comfort." Sighing she nodded and allowed him to help her up into the bed. As soon as she was comfortable in his bed he left her, the door closing softly behind him. He had drugged the water with a muscle relaxer, something he had been torn in doing, but while he had been reading her book he had begun to do some research.
She wasn't allowed certain medicines, but that one would be okay since it was all herbal. Smiling softly he went to the laptop in the living room, opening the cover to do more research. He needed to keep her here, at least until she gave birth since he knew after that she would refuse to stay.
Sam awoke a few hours later, having had the best sleep in a long time, to find Danny on the computer, his fingers typing away. Beside him appeared to be a tray with crackers and something in a tall glass. Sitting up she tried to creep out of bed, but the feeling of nausea hit her quick, like it did most afternoons and she had to lay back. She could feel the urge to vomit, but at the same time she knew it would only be dry heaving since she had already cleared her stomach.
"Here, try this. You should just nibble on these and then drink a little of this." He put the tray before her, her amethyst eyes meeting his ice blue ones with confusion clouding them. Taking his advice she munched on the cracker, the saltine dry in her mouth. After nibbling a bit she took a small sip of the drink to find that it was ginger ale. Suddenly the nausea faded, still there, but not as strong. She smiled as she leaned back on the pillow. It was great to feel it fade as it was what held her in bed most of the day just so her stomach would stay even. Signing a thank you she watched him set it on the table next to her. "Sam, we really need to talk."
She had a feeling this was going to be a conversation that she didn't want to have.
We lose our way,
We get back up again
"I want you to know that I would never force you into anything, but for your safety and that of our unborn child I think you should stay with me, at least until the birth." She began to move her hands, but the halfa leaned over, his large hands falling over hers. "Please, at least give me this, Sam. I am tired of fighting you about this. You know that I am right when I say that it would be in the child's best interest. I can take care of you and you can continue on a more relaxed position with me helping out." She stayed quiet, her hands still. "I want to make sure that you and the baby are healthy and with all the stress you've been dealing with alone I worry that you could be hurt or worse." It hit Sam at that moment that he was worried she would lose their child.
She knew that he wanted that child and that in all reality he was right. She was being stubborn for her own selfishness, not like he was. He was worried about their child and that was what mattered at this point. Their child. She nodded in agreement. "I'm also sorry that I said that awful thing the other day, you know, about you not being able to-" She held up hand. She signed to him that he was right. As a mute she couldn't give their child everything that he could. She wanted him to take their child, but she wanted to stay with him until six weeks after their child's birth. She would visit him every week and provide their child with everything she could. Danny wanted to protest, to tell her that they could live together with their child, but he could see by the determination in her eyes that she wouldn't agree.
"Okay, Sam." It was in agreement. Sam would stay at the house until the birth of their child.
Somewhere in the Ghost Zone...
"So, now she has moved back in with him, but not because they are together?" the shadow in the throne inquired. "So why has she moved back with him?" Her servant shook his head. "We must find out before striking because if it isn't love between them then my plan will not work, though I mostly want revenge against her. She was the one that dealt him a bad hand." The ghost before her bowed and was gone.
"He could have convinced her that she was safer with him," Ember stated. The person in the shadows shook her head. "You don't think so?"
"No, she refused to do it before I don't think he could get her again. There's something else there and I entend to find out what it is before I use it to my own advantage." Ember sighed.
