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Chapter 1: Awakening

Sam P.O.V.

I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off, pulling on a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt before opening the bathroom door. The door opened to the bedroom and I looked over towards the bed to see the pretty feminine frame still lying in it.

She was curled up inside of the white comforter and linen sheets, her head resting against the down pillow. Her face was angled in my direction and I saw her electrifying blue eyes pop open. She smiled softly over at me and propped her head up with her hand as she gazed at me.

"Good morning," she murmured drowsily as she yawned.

I laughed. "You mean, good afternoon," I corrected as I gestured towards the clock that read 1:37 p.m. "You slept through morning for once," I teased her as I walked towards the bed and picked up my phone.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed as she sat upright in the bed and frowned. "We were supposed to be at ENCOM two hours ago," she said in a distressed tone.

I shook my head at her. "No, I called Alan around nine to let him know that we wouldn't be in today. If anything, we'll go in this evening if something needs to be done, but we're all caught up," I told her with a shrug.

She let out a sigh in relief in pressed her head inside of her hands. "Ow, my head," she complained as she rubbed her hair. "And I'm still tired," she told me with a sleepy giggle.

"Jet lag," I explained to her as I put on a pair of jeans. "Which is also why you slept in so late," I added with a glance in her direction. "You were talking in your sleep last night," I murmured with a small grin.

"No, I wasn't, I would've heard…" she grumbled as she ran her fingers through her hair and undid the covers so she could sit up fully.

I chuckled. "You don't hear yourself talk in your sleep, love," I told her. "Because you're sleeping," I said as I turned to look at her.

"Oh, really? That is quite strange. What did I say then?" she asked me as she stood up and stretched her arms out a bit.

"You said…" I trailed off as my eyes trailed over her figure. She was wearing a pair of shorts with a white see-through tank top and a black bra underneath.

Sometimes I wondered if she dressed like that to tease me but I knew, with her innocence, that she wasn't. She probably didn't even notice how her night clothes affected me.

"I said…?" Quorra trailed off as she walked up to me and pinched my nose. "Did you forget already?" she asked playfully as she brushed her hand over my arm as she walked past me.

I smiled. "You said a lot of things. I think you were remembering my father and the Grid…you sounded sad," I commented.

She stopped walking away from me and turned, her eyes looking suddenly weary. "I dreamt about it all last night, the first night in a long time too. I thought that I had forgotten about it all but I guess not," she stated.

"You can't really forget things," I said to her. "And anyways, would you really want to forget it all? It's a part of your past and it's important to you."

She sighed. "I suppose you're right, but still…" she mumbled as she stared out the window. "Sometimes I don't want to remember because it's so…sad isn't even the right word for it," she sighed.

"I understand," I told her as I walked towards her and squeezed her shoulders gently from behind. "Everyone is like that about something," I soothed.

She smiled kindly at me and leaned in to kiss me gently. "See? You always say the right thing. Not many people can," she told me with a small laugh.

I hugged her to me for a moment. "What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"I'm not really that hungry," she answered with a frown. She pulled away from me and then walked into our spacious closet. "I'll eat something later," she said a bit louder as I heard shuffling in the closet. "And anyways, I need to shower," she added as she reappeared in the doorway and then walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Alright, well I'm taking Marv out," I said as I grabbed a pair of shoes and put them on.

"No!" Quorra said from the bathroom. "I want to go too, Sam Flynn," she said in her excited tone. "I'll be ready soon."

I shrugged and walked out of our bedroom then. Marvin looked at me expectantly and stood, scampering over to me and barking a few times. I looked over at his food bowl and noticed that it was empty for once. I went into the kitchen and pulled out the dog food from one of the lower cabinets, filling up his bowl halfway before setting it down.

Once I put the dog food away, I turned on the TV and put it on the news. I made myself a glass of orange juice and then went to sit down on the couch. Marvin came to sit by my feet and he looked up at me with his large, curious eyes.

I had been keeping an eye on the news recently. The tabloids had been focusing on Quorra for the past three weeks while we were in New York. Quorra was completely baffled as to why they were so interested in her. Somehow America had found out about the engagement and they hadn't left us alone since. I tried to keep Quorra out of it but doing that only made things worse.

They started making up answers to the questions that they had. Where was she from? Where did they meet? Are they sleeping together? How long have they been romantically involved? When was the wedding? Was she pregnant?

Quorra had become instantaneously popular from all of the attention. Magazines were trying to get her to sign modeling contracts with them, interviews, talk shows, and whatnot. Women suddenly wanted to live her life because of how flawless she looked, how perfect her shape was, and the rich CEO who she was engaged to.

She didn't like the attention. She didn't like people looking at her the way that they did now. She said that it was annoying because now she has to watch what she says in public so people don't get suspicious of her.

I looked out the large window to our apartment and sighed. We were expecting rain later today and the clouds were already rolling in.

I directed my attention back towards the TV and watched it with low interest. The news reporter was talking about stocks and bonds that would be in people's best interest to buy within the next few months.

I heard the door open to the bathroom in our bedroom and I heard Quorra humming some sort of tune aloud. A few minutes of shuffling passed before Quorra walked out of our bedroom and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a light blue shirtdress with a pair of black leggings that went to her mid-calf underneath. She was carrying a pair of flats in her left hand, setting them down on the door before walking into the kitchen.

"I need to go to the store and get a few things, where are the keys to the car?" she asked me as she fixed herself a glass of water.

"I can go with you," I murmured as I stood and walked over to the cabinet in the foyer, pulling open one of the drawers and grabbing the keys.

"No, I'll go by myself and anyways, you still have to take Marvin out," she reminded me as she pointed to my dog that was following me around with a whining expression.

I set the keys on the counter and eyed her. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yes, why?" she questioned back as she turned her back on me.

I heaved a sigh and frowned. "Because you never tell me that I can't go somewhere with you," I answered.

She took a sip of her water and turned to face me. "Well, no, nothing's wrong. I just need to get some…stuff…" she mumbled.

I crinkled my nose at the way she said 'stuff.' "Yeah, you can do that on your own, but you should eat something, women tend to get sick when they don't eat and…that's going on. You lose-"

"Iron, I know," she said as she waved her hand in the air as to shrug off the subject. "I'll pick something up on my way back. Do you want anything? We can order in," she said with a smile

"Can you get a six pack of beer, and maybe a bottle of champagne?" I asked her. "I have some old friends coming over on Friday and I think we're running low."

Quorra giggled. "You think?" she asked me in a teasing tone. "We only have one beer left and Alan and Lora finished off the last of the champagne when they came over yesterday night after our flight had come in."

I chuckled. "And I'll order something for takeout for the two of us and I'll text you where it is, okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," she said as she opened the closet and grabbed a purse. She took the keys from on the counter and I wrapped an arm around her before she walked away.

"Don't get into any trouble, you-"

She rolled her beautiful eyes at me. "Really, Sam? We've been over this, cut it out," she complained as she struggled to move away from me

"Well, then recited it to me if we've been over it that much," I countered as I pressed her closer to me.

She sighed. "Don't talk to any strangers and call you if anything seems wrong," she recited. "Are you happy? I'm not a child, Sam Flynn," she said to me.

"I know you aren't," I told her. "I'm just making sure."

Her facial features softened then and she touched my cheek with her soft fingers. "I'll be good," she told me as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my other cheek. "I'll see you later."

I kissed her lips once, twice, and then a third time before she could pull away from me. She giggled as I let go of her and she backed away. "I'll see you later then," I echoed as she turned her back on me and headed for the door.

She stopped at the door and ran her fingers along a touch screen panel of the security system. I heard a clicking noise before Quorra opened the front door and closed it behind her.

Marvin jumped up onto my legs then and I looked down at him. "Alright, alright, we're heading out now," I grumbled as I went to grab his leash and then attach it to his collar.

Moving to a new apartment complex sure did have its ups and downs. A few of the good things about the new complex was that now Quorra and I had an even larger living space than before, not like it was really needed though. Quorra liked the new complex because it was in a new area and she was determined to explore it all within the next month.

A few downsides were; how much farther we had to drive to get to ENCOM, the smaller walking area behind the complex, and the fact that moving in took forever.

We were still not completely moved in. The bedroom and living area were done for the most part, but the rest of the boxes were in the spare room that was supposed to be Quorra's bedroom before she had decided that she would just sleep in my, or our, room like she always did. Since we had just flown in from New York yesterday afternoon, we hadn't had a chance to unpack other things yet.

I took Marvin out from the back way and I decided to take him on the longer trail today since I hadn't taken him out yet. He was eager to get out, I could tell by how he tugged against the lead.

Quorra had really enjoyed New York even though she didn't get to experience every part of it. We were there to see if there was a doctor that could help us. His name was Dr. Reid and he was familiar with the Isomorphic Algorithms theory. Quorra had intrigued him and we had spent hours upon hours in his office as he learned about Quorra.

He was so interested with Quorra that he had decided to move to California so he could be Quorra's regular doctor and run more studies on her as well.

He gave us the answers that we had been wondering about since Quorra had come here 'What can she really do for the world?'

Dr. Reid had run some tests and concluded that her perfect DNA strands had transferred into her blood, which was why she had not died about a month ago. Her blood was what could change everything.

I liked him for the most part, he seemed like a trustworthy person, but I didn't like the tests that he put Quorra through.

Simulating a rare but deadly flu, injecting poisons and toxins that would normally kill a human into her, testing how her body reacted to diseases.

But, besides all of the time that we spent at the doctor's office, I had been able to get her away one snowy morning to propose to her in the Conservatory Garden during a sunrise.

She had absolutely loved it, which in turn, made me love it too. I wanted it to be perfect, and it was.

I smiled as I walked along the pathway. I was a really lucky guy.

After I brought Marvin back inside, I made takeout reservations and texted Quorra the address of the restaurant. Once I did that, I decided to unpack a few boxes that consisted of picture frames, books, and a few lighting fixtures.

My phone rang as I was unpacking a box full of Quorra's college papers. It was Alan.

"Hey, Al," I said into the phone as I stood and carried the box into the spacious den area. "What's up?"

"I thought I'd inform you that…" he paused as I heard a door click shut and a sigh from the other line. "Dillinger comes back on Monday, or I guess, a week from next Monday. He won his trial," he told me.

I set the box down. "Huh?"

"The trial? Don't tell me that you forgot, it was two days ago, kiddo. Well, anyways, he won and he's coming back," he repeated.

I frowned. "But…" I trailed off as my eyes narrowed. "How?"

"Sam," Alan said in a hard tone. "I don't care that you believe that Ed Jr. did that to her but he isn't guilty, so you will drop it, okay? It's bad for the business for the two of you to be acting like this over a girl. We aren't in seventh grade, kiddo," he said to me.

I sighed. "Yeah, alright, I hear you," I grumbled. "But what happened with the trial?"

"Only the girl and the two waiters are guilty it seems," he said and it sounded like he was unconvinced. I didn't want to believe it either.

That was another reason why Quorra and I had left Los Angeles for a while. Someone had been after her, first sneaking into our old apartment and trying to shoot her and next, trying to poison her at an ECNOM board dinner. I had believed that it was Dillinger Jr., hell, I still believed it was him. Someone was just trying to cover him up.

"Alan? But you don't think that's weird? No one from ENCOM was connected to what happened. I don't believe that at all," I said in disbelief.

"It may not make sense and for all we know, this all could not be true, but it's what it is now. All I can tell you is…just be watchful around him? But don't go asking for trouble," Alan said.

I heaved another sigh. "Yeah, okay," I murmured. "See you, Alan," I said before I hung up the phone on him.

I continued to unpack as I thought about what Alan had just told me. I couldn't believe any of it, but then again, what was I thinking? Maybe I was wrong and was just being sour. Was I being unnecessarily sour?

A lock turning though caused my thoughts to dissipate and I jumped, turning around to see Quorra coming inside the front door. She touched the security panel as she shut the door and then set her things down. "Hey," she said happily. "I really like the whole concept of spring. Everything is so pretty, trees blooming, baby birds, new smells. The air smells fresher too, I think," she noted with a grin. "What's wrong?" she asked as she seemed to take in my mood.

"Nothing…" I mumbled as I stood and picked up the empty box. "Just doing some unpacking."

She made a noise with her tongue and half glared at me. "I didn't ask what you were doing, I asked what was wrong. You look…troubled," she commented as she placed the bags on the counter and put her purse in the closet.

"Dillinger comes back in about a week, seems as though he didn't do it," I told her finally as I set the box back down over in a corner.

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" she asked me as she came to stand in front of me. "He's the head of the technology department and you know that they've been suffering without him. Things will run quicker when he's back," she said.

I grimaced. "It's amazing at how forgiving you are of people. What if he just got off of the hook for trying to kill you?" I asked her.

"Well, then it'll come back eventually and…hmm…what is that saying?" she pondered. "Oh, yeah, bite him in the butt," she said with a shrug. "If he didn't do it, then he didn't do it. Nothing has happened in about a month so let's just not worry about it for now," she said in a sighing tone.

I fell silent for a few moments and watched her stare at me with curious eyes. "I guess you're right, Alan said the same thing, sort of," I mumbled as I wrapped my arms around her. "Did you get everything you needed?" I asked.

"Yes, and right before it started to rain," she stated as she pointed towards the windows. "And I love the new car, by the way, it's so fast!" she said in a happy tone. "Oh yeah, and I got a ticket," she added as she fished a piece of paper out of the small carrying case that was attached to the keys.

"What?" I asked her as I took the piece of paper from her.

"I got a ticket for driving too fast," she said with a shrug. "It's so stupid that you humans care about that. I wasn't going to hit anyone, I knew what I was doing," she murmured. "Although, the Police Officer…he was very kind."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Yeah, you were doing 80 miles an hour in a 50 mile per hour zone and he only gave you a citation," I grumbled. "Usually you get a ticket and fined for that," I said to her.

"Well, why didn't I?" she asked me with a small smile playing on her lips.

"I have a couple of reasons…" I said softly as I kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry about it," I told her. "So you like the car?" I asked her, changing the subject.

"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "It's so much smoother than the other and I swear, it didn't even feel like I was driving that fast," she said with a laugh.

We had gotten a new car recently. We had gotten rid of the Lexus and had gotten a BMW 7 Series. Quorra said that she had wanted a sports car so I thought that that car was something that she would like. Fast like a sports car, but also having all of the space of a normal sized sedan

"I'm glad you like it," I told her with a grin. "Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not yet, although I am quite hungry now. I decided to wait until I got back home," she said as she motioned towards two takeout bags on the counter. "I hope you got me a Caesar salad too because I really want one," she said as she pulled away and seemed to gracefully float over towards the counter.

"I did, actually," I said. "I know that you like them."

She opened up the bags and grabbed two plates from the cabinet. "Can we get a kitten?" she asked me as I came to grab a plate and fix my dish as well.

"Why?" I asked.

She grunted. "I already told you. They are cute and you have Marvin. I want a pet too," she told me as she moved to sit at the table in the dining area.

"Okay, I-"

I was cut off as a phone rang, Quorra's phone. She stood and grabbed it from the counter and looked at the number. "I don't think I know who that is," she murmured before she hit the accept button. I internally grimaced at her. "Hello?"

I watched as recognition dawned on her face and I relaxed a bit and took a bite out of my cheeseburger.

"No, it's due tomorrow," she said in an irritated tone. "No, I already turned it in," she stated as a frown sculpted onto her eyebrows. "No, I can't today. I have things to do…Well, you should've started on it earlier, no?" she asked. "I can e-mail you my notes and maybe the three of you can use them there," she sighed.

"Who is that?" I asked her, knowing it was one of her college classmates, but didn't know which one.

"His name is Oscar," she mouthed to me as she listened. "It didn't take too long but I can't help you," she told him. "Maybe some other time," she murmured. "Bye."

She came to sit across from me again. "I've never heard of Oscar before," I said with a smile. "Is he a friend?" I asked her casually.

"I wouldn't define him as a friend. I don't really have friends, I believe. Sure, I don't mind talking to some of the people that I have classes with but…they're all…" she trailed off as she thought about her answer for a moment. "Kind of annoying. There's one girl, Emily, whose really nice and she's really smart, but the others are so…shortsighted," she murmured. "You know what I mean?"

I nodded as I opened up a coke and took a drink of it. "To you, most of humanity probably seems shortsighted," I chided. "We're not as smart as you are."

"I know but, some humans do act more perceptive and I think that the rest are just consciously incompetent," she clarified.

I chuckled and took another bite of my burger. Quorra ate most of her salad before she had a small bite of her chicken.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Hmm?" I wondered as Quorra stood and threw the rest of her food in the chrome trashcan.

"What will we do with the spare room?" she asked me as she started shuffling around in the kitchen and putting things away.

I shrugged. "It doesn't really matter. We could make it a study, or a mini library, I know you'd like that. Although, we probably won't stay here very long, Alan suggested that we buy a home in the suburbs soon."

"Why?" she asked me as she turned around leaned up against the counter and crossed her arms. "What's so different between the two?"

"Nothing really," I assured her. "But…most married couples like…their privacy; I suppose you can say, the first few years," I hinted as I stood and threw away my trash and held the bottle of coke in my hand.

"Oh…" she murmured. "I forgot about that," she told me with a small smile. "That would be nice," she finished a bit shyly.

I wished that I knew what was going through her head now. Her expression told me that she was thinking deeply about something but I knew that she wasn't going to tell me about it. "It's not a big deal at the moment though, so don't worry about it. Alan and I will take care of it," I told her.

She nodded and walked over to the den area and sat down on the couch. "Can we design one?" she asked me as she turned to look at me. "That would be fun," she said happily.

"That's a lot of hard work though but we'll think about it," I answered as I came to join her on the couch and pulled her into my arms. "My adorable, admirable, precious little ISO…who gets speeding tickets," I teased as I nuzzled my nose into her neck.

She laughed and leaned into me. "Dr. Reid called me while I was out today. He said that he's finally situated into his new offices. He said that he wants us to come by on Saturday. He wants to try something new with me," she said with a curious smile.

I didn't like the sound of that. "That's great," I mumbled sarcastically but I couldn't help the small grin that played on my lips. "Did he say what he will be testing this time?" I asked her.

"I don't think he's running a test one me this time, Sam. He said that he wanted to try something new, something about cancer and transfusions…" she trailed off as she tapped her head. "And a little girl. He sounded quite energized," she told me with wide eyes.

"That's interesting," I murmured as I wrapped a blanket around the two of us.

"It really is," she told me with a grin. "I've been trying to learn about children for months now but no one that we know has kids," she said with a sigh. "So, hopefully, it will be a learning experience," she proposed as she clasped her hands together. "Whatever it is."

I chuckled. "We will see then," I told her. "How about a movie?" I asked as I started flipping through channels on the TV.

"A movie would be great."

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