Deserter: New Life: Chapter Seven-A Good Beginning
Rain stretched in bed. She’d been with Sam for six months now, and her ESP
wasn’t a problem anymore. She had amazing abilities with it, and was able to
do more than she’d ever imagined.
Sun was streaming through her window and she swung her legs over the edge of her
bed and planted her feet on the floor. Her hair hung in wild curls all around
her face and she shoved it away from her eyes before padding to her clothes on
the floor.
Black pants, black shirt. Her style hadn’t changed in all the past months, she
thought wryly, tugging on her pants and shirt. Rain headed for the cafeteria
barefoot. The nurses and helpers avoided her, giving her a wide berth when she
passed them.
An old woman smiled at her and Rain flashed her a warm grin. The woman’s name
was Trina, and she’d taken to Rain immediately, and Rain to her. The unlikely
pair spent a lot of time together. Trina was full of history and Rain listened
like child being told a story, absorbing the past and stories like a sponge.
She now knew that New Nantes was founded by a native of a city in France, and
that’s where the name came from, Nantes being that city. That had been a
hundred years earlier, and now there were many cities around the planet, most
densely populated.
Sam and Rain spent a lot of time together as well, but they didn’t talk so
much. When Rain had found out that Sam had been a Ranger she’d felt betrayed.
Sam had told her the story of how he’d first seen her and how he’d ended up
on New Nantes. Understanding hadn’t come easily, but Sam had been persistent,
not allowing Rain to walk away from him so easily.
When Rain entered the cafeteria Sam was already seated at their usual table,
eating a plate of scrambled eggs and ham with toast and coffee. Another place
contained three pancakes, two donuts, sausage, and butter and syrup were nearby.
Rain wasn’t surprised. This was Sam’s usual meal. Big man, eat big, is what
he always said when she asked about the large quantities of food. Rain wondered
what Sam would so if he couldn’t get food for a few days. She asked him.
Sam looked up at her from a mouthful of ham. “Starve and die a slow and
painful death,” he managed around the ham.
Rain supposed he was right, being as large as he was. The same size as Riddick,
roughly, she thought, and grinned at him. Then she went to get her own food.
Sausage, eggs, toast and that was enough for her. She poured a mug of coffee and
sat across from Sam. She felt him slide his leg over to hers and rub it
sensuously. She could feel that he wanted her, but they hadn’t gotten together
just yet. ‘Soon,’ she told him silently, and he grinned at her, taking
another bite of ham while watching her, his legs rubbing against hers.
The only reason Rain was waiting was because she wasn’t sure she could control
her powers if there was a sensory overload, which was possible with sex. She
took a bite of her eggs and another of her toast before washing it town with a
sip of coffee. The hot liquid seeped into her throat and stomach and she closed
her eyes to enjoy it.
Sam watched Rain eat as he ate himself. She was beautiful. Over the last few
months she’d told him about her past, so he knew who she was, and what she’d
been. But the change was obvious. Rain had opened herself to him and now she
didn’t jump every time he got close to her.
When breakfast was over, Sam walked with Rain to the outside of the hospital,
stopping at her room to pick up her boots. They went for a walk everyday,
usually ending up with Rain pressed against the ground under Sam, getting kissed
senseless, but she wasn’t complaining.
A half mile into the walk, Sam turned to Rain. “How long you planning on
staying here?” he asked. He prayed she’d say she wanted to stay here, with
him.
Rain looked at him sharply, unsure of his meaning. She could find out if she
wanted to, but she wouldn’t invade his privacy that way without his
permission. “Uh, I don’t know,” she murmured, wondering if that was a
hint. Did he want her to leave? “I’ll just take Ven’s ship when I leave, I
guess.”
Sam reached behind his head and rubbed his neck. His hair was getting longer and
hung just below his collar. He smoothed it down again before looking at her. Her
face was impassive, fixed in a cool mask. It was a look he hadn’t seen in
almost three months.
“I don’t want you to think-”
“I’ll just be staying-”
They both started talking at the same time. Rain closed her mouth abruptly and
pushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. “What do you want from me?
Do you want me to leave? ‘Cause that’s not a problem, I was gonna head out
anyways.” She did her best to sound nonchalant.
Sam was speechless. She was leaving. He felt like the ground had fallen out from
under him and he was standing on nothing but air. His stomach chased after the
missing ground and his heart thudded painfully, threatening to burst. Or crack,
he thought, or break. Sam shoved is hands through his hair, unsure of what to
say. He couldn’t let her know this was killing him, to hear her say she was
leaving. That she’d been planning on leaving. She even had the ship to take
off in. “Uh, no, you don’t *have* to leave, but if you have it all planned
out...” he trailed off, moving his hand in a “what can I do” sort of
gesture.
Rain felt her heart split and didn’t know what to do about it. She kept her
face a pleasant, but stony mask and nodded. “Um, yeah. I was actually thinking
about taking off early next week.” Rain was confused but hiding it. What had
happened between breakfast and now? Everything had been going so great, but it
looked like Sam was sick of the company of a monster.
~~~
Rain tossed her last bag into the ship. It was hard, both ways. First, she was
leaving Sam, the best thing to ever happen to her. Second, this was *Ven’s*
ship, not hers. Ven and Brand... her thoughts strayed in their direction and she
prayed they’d made it out of that mess all right, and that they’d found
their sister.
She wondered where Riddick had gone after Rhea, and if he’d found what he was
looking for. So many questions, and now, so much pain. Rain clenched her jaw and
her eyes, forcing back tears before heading back into the hospital. Sam was
sitting at a table in the cafeteria, staring blandly into a mug of black coffee.
Rain sat across from him quietly, tempted to dig into his head, but containing
herself. Sam looked up at her and smiled dismally. For a guy that had seemed
like he wanted to get rid of her, he was sure acting depressed. Rain tried to
put on a brave, devil-may-care grin and felt like her face would crack, just
like her heart. Her smile faltered and tears threatened to push up past her
defenses.
“So, I guess you’re all packed up,” Sam whispered, swishing the cooling
coffee around in his mug.
Rain nodded and it seemed like Sam flinched. His coppery hair was hanging in his
eyes, but for once he didn’t bother to push it away. It hung over his collar
and past his ears, and his golden eyes were dark. The stubble on his jaw was
thick and dark, like he hadn’t bothered to shave since that fated day a week
ago. Rain’s fingers itched to reach across the table and caress his rough
cheek, but even though the distance was mere inches it seemed like a canyon
separated them. It seemed Rain could hear a painful cracking as another piece of
her heart fell apart.
She took a deep breath and let it out in a small gasp, before pushing upright.
She stepped around the table, cupped Sam’s cheeks in her hands and placed a
kiss on his soft hair. Then she turned on her heal and strode out of the
cafeteria and out of his life.
Sam watched her receding back and laid his head on his crossed forearms when she
disappeared around the corner. The urge to break down and cry was overwhelming
and strange, because Sam hadn’t cried since he was a little boy. He drew in a
choked sob then pushed away from the table, still feeling Rain’s soft lips on
his hair. They hadn’t hardly talked at all in the past week, and he wondered
what had gone wrong.
He strode down the hallway towards Rain’s room and passed her friend, Trina,
as he went.
“Sam! Get in here!” Sam jerked to a halt and looked through the open doorway
to the little old woman watching the HV set. Her weathered face was set in stern
lines and she clutched her cane like a weapon.
Sam entered the room slowly, wary despite his usually easygoing relationship
with the elderly woman. “What’s the matter, Trina?”
Trina smacked her cane down hard on the tiled floor, causing Sam to jump
slightly. “Don’t ‘What’s the matter’ me, young man. What did you do to
Rain?” she demanded. Her rheumy old eyes glared at him angrily and he sucked
in a startled breath.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, ma’am. Rain was sick, and now
she’s better. She felt it was time to leave.” Sam was trying to convince
himself as much as Trina... maybe even more so.
Another angry smack. “Don’t give me that bull shit.” Sam’s eyes went
wide at the vehement curse word coming from the usually friendly woman. He’d
never heard her swear in the two years she’d been living in the elderly ward
of the hospital. “That girl came in here crying her eyes out last week,
weeping about how you wanted her to leave and she didn’t know what to do. She
didn’t even come in here before she left.”
Sam was dumbstruck. He rocked back on his heals and staggered backwards to lean
weakly against the wall. “She did? I mean, she was? Crying, I mean?”
“Of course, you dolt. Now go after her!” Trina pointed the end of her cane
at the door.
Sam flashed her a lopsided grin and rushed out the door, calling out a relieved
thank you as he went racing down the hall. Trina smiled to herself and turned
back to the HV.
Sam tore out of the building, hope clawing at his insides. There might still be
a chance.
~~~
Rain walked slowly towards her ship and finally got onboard. She was just
getting ready to hit the button to close the hatch when she heard her name. She
must have forgotten something, she told herself, because why else would Sam come
after her?
“Rain!” Sam called, watching Rain’s slim form framed in the hatch door.
She didn’t turn around to look at him and he prayed he wasn’t to late.
It was to late, Rain thought. She couldn’t go back and beg Sam to keep her. To
let her stay with him. Tears built up in her eyes and she couldn’t contain
them any longer. They spilled down her cheeks unchecked and she kept her back to
him. She heard his heavy steps on the ramp and then felt his hand on her
shoulder.
“Rain,” he murmured. Still, she didn’t turn to him. “Rain,” he
whispered, leaning forward so his mouth was near her ear. “Look at me, Rain.
Please look at me,” he pleaded.
A tiny shudder racked her body and he heard her choked sob. Worried now, he
clasped her shoulders and spun her around to face him. The tears running down
her cheeks brought him short and he froze, staring into her face. Rain’s head
was tilted downwards and her long hair fell in front of her face. Sam reached
down and pushed it behind her ears, then cupped her chin in his hand so she was
forced to look up at him.
“Rain, don’t go.”
Her eyes snapped to his, shocked green melding with welcoming gold. “What?”
she whispered shallowly.
“Please, Rain, don’t leave me here. Don’t go. Stay here with me,” he
begged, tempted to drop to his knees and plead with her to stay. To give him his
heart back so this pain in his chest would go away.
“You want me to stay?” she asked incredulously.
Sam nodded mutely, feeling tears well up in his own eyes. And for once, he let
them come. A single tear escaped his eyes and rolled down each lean cheek to get
absorbed in his stubble. “Please,” he choked out around the emotion building
in his throat and threatening to suffocate him.
Rain nodded, hope and warmth flooding her. “Yes, I’ll stay. Yes! YES!” And
she launched herself at him, tangling her arms around his neck and he pulled her
close, laughing, pressing kisses to her hair, her nose and cheeks, then finally
her mouth.
Sam captured Rain’s mouth with his and tangled his hands in her riotous hair.
She threw herself into the kiss, opening her mouth under his and moving her
tongue against his. He groaned against her mouth and she moaned back, threading
her fingers in his hair, loving the smooth texture.
And they stayed locked together like that for a long time, holding one another.
It was the happiest day of both their lives.
~~~
The End
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