Tearing Me Apart
Emily/Sam/Leah multi-chaptered fic. Set post-BD, Sam decides to find some of those acquaintances of Carlisle's and take them down. He has a new lead on the human killers, and goes on a three-week trip to get to them. Who does he elect to bring with him? The one pack member who has nothing to loose. Anymore. Leah Clearwater runs with him in dead silence, until one day she breaks down and reveals the truth. He finds he has a choice to make... again.
So... my first multi-chaptered Sam/Leah. all the others have been one-shots. and this one may actually have a happy ending. Spoilers for BD. Adult for Leah's naughty words and possibly some innuendo in later chapters.
8. Chapter 8
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I pull back and then sock him in the jaw.
Gut reaction, almost. Almost. I wish it could have been. The real instinct was to dissolve into the embrace, run my hands over him, and… well, one thing leads to another.
The punching thing came in second. But it was a close second.
He drops his hands from me, steps one small step back. “I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”
“Damn right you shouldn’t have.”
“I just… thought…”
I stand up to my full height and carefully clear my throat. “All right. I’d like to get something straight with you, Sam. I love you. You love me. Correct?”
He nods a little. There’s an amused twinkle in his eyes, and I see the old Sam there for just a second. He speaks aloud then. “Yeah. I love you.”
“You’ve imprinted on Emily. Emily is my best friend. You left me for her. I’m still accurate here?”
He nods, the sparkle fading. That familiar guilt is in his eyes.
“You pretty much permanently destroyed her ability to move on with some other guy by ripping half her face off. Now the two of you are getting married. Have I missed anything big?”
“You phasing,” he suggests quietly, looking at the ground. Ashamed.
“Right. Missed that. So I inadvertently kill my own father. My little brother risks his life every single day while I’m forced to watch you and Emily being all cutesy lovey-dovey in your thoughts all the time. Then when I give in and run off with Jake’s pack, you send Jared off to manipulate me so you can have it both ways.”
I’m really hitting my stride with the ranting now. This has been stewing for some time, and it’s a relief to let it out. Hell, it’s actually fun. I’m good at bitchy, and this here is a prime example of it.
“And not only that, but I’m trying to hide my abject agony from everyone, so I’m kinda less than sweet, so every single one of my so-called pack brothers, who are supposed to automatically love me and all, hate my guts! Ooh, and I’m barren! Forgot about that. And I’m the only female werewolf in the history of ever, so… am I not even a girl anymore? What the hell is with that? And then the first actual friend I make goes and imprints on his ex-girlfriend’s demon spawn and is ridiculously, nauseatingly happy with her. Then I get sucked… make that forced, into taking this trip with you. That’s everything.”
He nods a final time. “Yeah. I think you’ve got it all.” Then he sucks in a breath. “Leah, I’m so…”
“I’m not finished, Sam.” I step back towards him, so our eyes are inches apart. This would be so much more effective if I was wearing clothes. “And after all this, we’re running around together and you kiss me. Freakin’ kiss me. Like you are actually capable of committing to me, doing something more than breaking my heart? Did you think I’d let you do it? If you want to cheat on Em, fine, go ahead. But you’re not doing it with me. You all may think I’m a bitter bitch who needs to get over myself, but I know I have the moral high ground here. Sleeping with my cousin’s fiancé is not the way to maintain my martyr face, and the righteous victim act is about the only thing keeping me sane at this point. Got it?”
“Got it.” He looks abashed. “Leah, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to… to hurt you. I honestly wasn’t thinking, in that second all that was on my mind was you. I’m…”
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