Sam woke up with the worst headache of her life. Actually, it was a full-body ache. Even her toenails hurt; how was that possible? Trying to think of what could've caused her discomfort, the memories of Langley kidnapping her came rushing back.

Sam sat up with a start, her movement jerking Mortimer awake.

"Sam?"

Sam turned confused eyes his ways, relief immediately coursing through her when she saw Mortimer beside her.

"Oh God, Mortimer," she breathed as she threw herself into his arms, hugging him for all she was worth. "That was scary."

"Yeah, it was." Mortimer sounded as relieved as Sam. "Are you still in pain from the turning?"

Sam sat back against the headboard. She was exhausted now that she thought about it. And thirsty.

"I feel okay, I'm just really thirsty. I need some water."

"It's not water you need, babe." Mortimer moved off the bed towards a portable cooler that had been plugged in in one corner of the room and returned with a few bags of blood.

Sam's eyes widened. She'd seen Mortimer and the others feed many times, but wasn't sure how she was supposed to…

Then she felt a strange shifting in her mouth. Her canines began to elongate and shift forward. Surprised at the strange sensation, Sam opened her mouth to feel her new teeth, but Mortimer popped one of the bags to them before she could.

She gave him a slightly annoyed look. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked before popping a bag to his own teeth. Sam's bag emptied before his, and when it did, she yanked it from her teeth and blurted "Not fair, Mortimer! I have questions."

Mortimer pulled away his empty bag and tried to stick a second one to Sam's teeth, but she quickly stood up from where she was sitting on the bed before that could happen. She didn't want him avoiding her questions.

Unfortunately, one bag really hadn't been enough, and Sam's still-weak legs nearly gave out from under her. She reached out to grab the headboard for support, but Mortimer was there first, grabbing her arms and steadying her.

"Thanks," she said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Anytime," he replied, smiling at her. "I'm glad you're awake."

"Me too." Sam winced at the memory of the indescribably excruciating pain she'd felt only hours before. "Really glad that's over."

She looked back to Mortimer in time to see the worry in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Mortimer took a moment just to look at her. His life mate. His one true love whom he could spend, quite literally, forever with. "You don't regret turning, do you? It didn't happen the way we planned. Hell, it wasn't planned at all, and I don't want you to resent me for feeling like you were pressured into-"

Sam's hand covering his mouth put an end to his lament. "Mortimer, you didn't pressure me into anything. You saved my life. I could never regret getting to spend my life with you. Besides, we knew this was going to happen, I was just dragging my feet about it because…"

"Because?"

"Never mind, it's stupid."

Sam tried to turn away, but Mortimer wouldn't let her. "Who's not being fair now? Come on, you can tell me anything."

Blowing out a breath, Sam looked into his eyes and knew what he said was true. She really could tell him anything, and he'd understand. "Well, all this time, in the back of my mind, there's been this little voice telling me I'm not good enough. I mean, you're just perfect and wonderful and I'm just…me." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I was afraid you'd realize that maybe I'm not as great as you thought, I guess."

She pulled back from him and looked down at her hands, a blush coloring her face when he didn't say anything right away but stared at her in disbelief.

"You know there's nothing further from the truth, right?" Mortimer gave her a gentle shake until she looked at him. "There's no one better than you. You're perfect for me, and I'm grateful everyday that I found you. So you can tell that little voice to stuff it, okay?"

"Okay," Sam laughed, and continued to laugh when he bent to pick her up and toss her onto their bed, following her down, coming to rest lightly on top of her, his weight on her comforting and reassuring.

"Now, about this turning business," Mortimer began, "the painful part is over, but your body will continue to change and adjust for another week or so. Bed rest is a necessity."

Sam tried not to laugh at the serious expression he'd adopted. "That's quite an obligation, how ever will I entertain myself?"

"Wellll," he drew out the word, "I suppose I could find it in my heart to keep you company."

"I'm sure," Sam said amidst kisses, "it'll be quite a chore."

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

Sam rolled her eyes and locked her arms around his neck. "You're gonna milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?"

Mortimer replied with a quick smile before claiming her mouth once more. Let the milking begin.

I just realized that last line sounds kinda kinky….Or maybe it's just my dirty mind. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.