Maybe Tomorrow

By: Anti Darth Ani

This is my take on what happened after the season finale. If you don't like it or do not agree with it, well that's just too bad. Knock yourself out and make sure you let me know what you think of my writing. (MS) Enjoy!!!


The screen darkened after the camera had panned out to a larger view. The blackness filled the TV before the credits started to roll. Outside, the rain and lightning continued in a ferocious manner, having no feelings for anyone or anything it may disrupt. Sam felt like she should finally get at least a few hours of sleep now that the movie was over, yet she just couldn't force herself to.

When a pair of lips started nibbling on her neck, Sam let out a small moan and leaned back against a very defined chest. A strong set of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and Sam allowed her eyelids to flutter shut. Everything about that night had just been so perfect and now seemed the ideal time to just fall asleep and let in sink in. After all, she had to work tomorrow and trying to work on no sleep was near impossible.

Sam reached one arm lazily to the nightstand. Her hand moved over the surface of the table, trying to find the remote control so she could turn off the TV and DVD player. When her fingers finally grazed over it, Sam found the off switch and clicked it off and then threw the remote back in the general direction of the nightstand. She used her hands and arms to pull the covers and sheets up around them before snuggling back against him.

His hands had made their way a good ways up under his work shirt she was wearing. A shiver ran up her spine when he pulled her back fully against his chest. He kissed down her neck and across her right shoulder blade. Sam rested her hand on his knee, his legs on either side of her. "We really need to get some sleep," she reminded him, even though she didn't really want to. "We both have work tomorrow and Vivian isn't going to be very happy if neither one of us can think straight."

He stopped his attack on her shoulder and leaned back against the mass of pillows on her bed, pulling Sam along with him. "Fine, we'll sleep," he pouted, "but after work tomorrow…" he trailed off when she turned around in his grip and rested her head against his bare chest.

"After work tomorrow?" she questioned, a grin forming on her lips. "Whatever shall we be doing after work tomorrow?" Instead of a reply to her question, Sam received a gentle kiss on the lips. She rolled over next to him on the mattress. "This… thing… between us," she paused to kiss the edge of his chin, "is wonderful." Sam paused one more time before she added the last word, which she greatly stressed, "Marty."

Martin scuffed. "Only my cousins call me that, Sam. You don't have that privilege yet," he informed her.

"I don't?" She tried to sound disappointed, but she knew the way the game went. She pulled his head down to hers. When she broke away from the kiss she gave him, she asked, "Now?"

Martin shook his head softly, so Sam kissed him again, this time just a little bit longer than the previous one. "Now?" she asked again. Once again, Martin shook his head before pulling her into a hungry kiss.

Sam's hands had reached the elastic band of his boxers for the second time that night when a ringing filled the room. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him and rolled over in the bed, trying to find the cell phone from which the noise was emitting from. "I thought you said you had turned your phone off," Sam complained before she finally found his cell phone, which had been knocked off of the nightstand and was lying on the floor next to the remote.

"I did," he stressed, pushing a cool piece of plastic into her hand which was causing the interruption. Sam sighed and took it from him as he gave her a final kiss on the shoulder before sliding out of the bed and heading in the general direction of the kitchen. Sam took one more second to compose herself before she lifted the top of the phone and answered it, "Spade here."

For a brief while, there wasn't anything on the either end of the line. Then she heard a man clearing his throat before he started to speak to her. "Sam, it's me. I was wondering if we could get together for a little bit. I really need someone to talk to."

Sam froze for a second before she crawled towards the foot of the bed and peaked down the hallway. She didn't see Martin anywhere in her line of view, but she didn't want to take any chances. She fell back against the pillows before she said a word. "Jack," she started in a hushed voice, "shouldn't you be out of town by now?" She wasn't sure if he could hear the uneasiness in her voice.

"That's what I need to talk to you about. Come on Sam, please. You know that I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Sam couldn't detect the tone in his voice and she wasn't sure she should guess. Every time things were finally finished with him, he brought back doubt that threatened to change it all. Jack's married, she reminded herself for the millionth time, he doesn't need me and I don't want him.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she whispered softly. A year or two ago, she wouldn't have passed it up and it would have broken her heart to, but now she didn't have any emotions for him. She had felt guilty at the time, knowing he was married and had two daughters. Now she knew that it was wrong and regretted it. Any feelings she had had for him had disappeared. "I really don't want to get into this right now. Talk to your wife about it," she added snidely.

"I can't," he shot back, a cold edge to his voice, "my family moved without me. My wife wants a divorce and I just need someone to talk to about everything."

Sam shook her head to herself. She knew Jack and because of that, she knew he didn't want to just talk. If he had wanted to talk, he would have called Vivian, not her. "I can't do this with you, Jack. You shouldn't even be asking me. I'm sorry about your divorce, but I just can't see you right now." As Sam finished the last part of the sentence, Martin stopped at the bedroom doorframe. She really needed to get off the phone so he wouldn't know who had called her.

"Can't or won't, Samantha? Because they are two different things. What else could you be doing at three in the morning?" Jack asked, thinking he was backing her into a corner.

Sam glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Sure enough, it was well past three in the morning. "You have the nerve to call me at three in the morning and then to ask if you can talk in person? Are you out of your mind?" Without realizing it, Sam had risen her voice greatly since Martin was going to hear her anyway.

"I'm sorry, Sam, I really am, but I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Jack asked. If Sam could have seen him, she would have slammed his head into a steel wall. The nerve of that man! "Yeah, you did interrupt something!" she snapped. "I was sleeping w-" before she managed to say his name, Martin snatched the phone out of her hand and hit the end button. "with Martin," she muttered.

Martin looked at her in shock before he silently handed her back her phone. Without saying a word, he pulled on his pants and undershirt. Sam tried to calm down after her discussion with Jack, but she was having a hard time doing so. She wanted to yell at Martin for hanging up the phone, but she also knew that it was a good thing he had. His eyes burning into hers made her ashamed of what she had done. It wasn't the must responsible and mature thing she had ever done, but at least he had intervened at the perfect moment.


I plan to continue with this, maybe even with a flashback or something. Please review and tell me what you think so far!