A/N: First I want to thank K… my one and only reviewer at the moment. Thank you so much for your sweet words! They mean a lot! And it's only gonna get better from here!

Just to note, I know there is a lot of repetitiveness in Sam and Kate's POV, that's just to give you an idea of what they're both thinking on a particular scene. Also, I don't know if peroxide and witch hazel existed in the 1890's… I'd like to think so… especially for the scene that's coming up ;)

Word to the wise: This is not the original Holes movie script. This story is based on the movie, with a little more detail that the movie did not give. If you are a Sam/Kate fan, you will agree with me that those scenes, though effective, were way too short ^_^ I have put my own plot bunnies into the story to make the plot a little more interesting. I disclaim any right to Holes, or Psych… with the exception that I wish that Sam and Kate could have lived in peace on the onion grove. And the fact that Gus is one of my favorite characters up to this point

Shawn: Here Here... Hey!

Cq: Shawn… what are you doing here?

Shawn: I just thought you needed some input… from a friendly psychic

Cq: uh-huh… you're just jealous I mentioned Gus and not you

Gus laughs.

Gus: Well, Shawn... I believe you owe me ten bucks! ^_^ and thank you, Ms. cq

cq: ^_* my pleasure

Gus: ^_^

Shawn: annoyed: get on with it!

Sam/Kate: Yes please!

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Sam's POV

After the children were free to go home, it was time for Katherine to get the classroom ready for this evening's studies. Studies my foot I thought with a growl.

My first thought was to tell Katherine to forget the classes, take her and run, back to the onion grove. At least she'd be safe there... plus, I thought with an evil grin, word had it that a certain fish named Trout couldn't swim... how ironically convenient.

As I looked at Katherine for the second time in five minutes, it was obvious she had something on her mind that was bothering her. It could be Trout, I thought, but then, my mind wandered back to the bandage I had seen on her hand the other day.

The black bandage was gone, replaced by a dirty white one that didn't cover the wounds very well. Not only that, but the bandage was short in length, revealing a rather ugly red burn on her hand.

"Miss Katherine" I said, attempting to gain her attention. She looked up at me, worry and fear in her eyes. Now thoroughly concerned, I looked down at her hand, carefully caressing it.

Beside the burn, I also noticed there was an indentation, like she had cut herself. I looked into her eyes and sat her down.

"Miss Katherine, how exactly did you burn your hand this way?" I asked gently, not wanting to scare her.

"I-I...I was cutting peaches and the knife slipped... then when I stirred the pot, I burned my hand as well." she looked down at the floor.

I may never get the chance to do this again, especially if Trout continues to pursue her, which I know he will. I lifted her gaze to my eyes, caressing her hand with my thumb. "I can fix that" I whispered, hoping she can feel the overwhelming depth of emotion I've felt since the moment I saw her.

Letting go of her hand was difficult, but if I was going to help her, I had to do it now. Going out to the wagon were Mary Lou was still hitched and grazing, she looked up and nickered at me. I grinned and petted her muzzle. "Keep on the lookout, 'hear? I'm gonna help Miss Katherine, alright?" she moved her head as if to nod.

I chuckled, grabbed what I needed and headed discreetly back inside. Sitting Katie down, I turned her injured palm towards me. Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was blushing.

"You weren't gonna tell me about this, were you?" I asked softly, gently taking the 'homemade' bandage off of her hand. I shuddered at the brownish burn and blackened cut on her palm. "No" she said softly.

I put some of the alcohol and peroxide on a small clean rag. "This will sting a little, Miss Katherine" I said, not wanting to hurt her. She nodded as if to say get it over with. I placed the rag on her palm and she hissed as the rag hit her cut.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, my heart breaking that I'd had to cause her any pain. She shook her head, and sniffed, blinking back tears. I gently wrapped her hand, putting light pressure on the bandage and tied it up.

"There… good as new" I smiled, wanting to make her feel better. "You should take over as the doctor around here… knowing so much about medicine and such" she winked at me. I chuckled softly, shaking my head.

"What can I do?" I asked, wanting to change the subject as well as help her for tonight, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"If you don't mind helping move some of the benches in the back, I'll be with you in a second" she said. I shook my head.

"No way am I allowing you to move anything except that chalk and stick across the board" She laughed. "Oh, very well, Dr. Sam" she winked again. I looked at her, feeling my stomach flip and my heart leap for joy.

Shaking my head, I chuckled, moving the benches, while she turned toward the board and wrote several sentences on the board in pretty cursive. My mother taught me how to read and write when I was still very young.

Trying to keep my laughter to a minimum, I started to whistle instead, wondering just how many men hadn't learned to read and write… were they really that incompetent, or, like Trout Walker, were they just showing up to 'get a glimpse' of Katie?

When the men started to arrive, I had had to slip out of the schoolhouse to move Mary Lou back to her post near the river.

As I returned, I noticed Walker had shown up with his 'followers', and was sitting in the front, nearest Katherine. If he made one wrong move, I would show him that a hammer wasn't just for pounding in nails!

As the lesson continued one of the men was reading the sentence on the board with some difficulty. He finally managed to read it.

"Very good Mr. Ferral" she said with a smile. Being congratulated by the pretty teacher, Ferral smiled. "Thank you, ma'am" and sat down. I had just returned inside carrying the tools I will need for tomorrow to complete the work on the door.

Now I am a man who truly loves God's creatures, but I swear that human "fish" have to be the stupidest creatures on the planet. They can flap, and flop around, but it's just a matter of time before they die of heat stroke.

I wish I could pound that into Trout's skull as he commenced to make fun of Mr. Ferral and 'impressing' Katie by messing up the sentence and making himself sound stupid. He's even stupider than a whole heard of sheep! I thought as I listened to him, keeping my face toward the window so that Katherine could not see that Walker was infuriating me.

"De…d-duck…may…s-wim on –da…l-lake… but my daddy OWNS… the lake" he ended with that idiotic buck-tooth grin of his. I nearly ate my hat as Trout grinned and winked at Katherine while he and some others laughed.

She, on the other hand I could tell, was livid. She managed however to keep calm as she dismissed the class… mostly to get rid of Trout. "That will be all gentleman" she said quietly, glaring at Trout. "Thank you… class is dismissed" As the men started to leave, some in confusion of why class had ended so early.

I stood quietly near the door, as I had been pacing, preparing for tomorrow's activity all evening, ready to ask Katherine if she needed assistance on getting home.

"Hey, Katherine…" Trout said a little too eager as he sat perched on her desk in front of her. As I looked to her with concern in my eyes, she did the best she could to hurry, wanting to get home as soon as possible. "How about you and I go on a little picnic?"

I couldn't see him, but from the disgusted look on Katherine's face, he'd probably just winked again, or some other such nonsense. "We can take a ride on my motorboat" I held in my smirk. That hunk of junk? It was probably rusted through by now. And what would happen if he ran out of gas…?

I saw Katherine frown at him. "No thank you, Mr. Walker" she said. I cheered in my head as I looked up, wiping my hands on a rag, nervously. There goes one strike.

"It's brand new… you don't even have to row it" Oh no, the heck he didn't! I know he did not just….

I saw Katie with the expression of 'didn't I just say no?' on her face. "No thank you" she said again, this time, more firmly. Strike two! His next move shocked us both. He scooted closer to her on the desk.

"Aw, come on now, girl!" I bit my tongue as he called her that, "No one ever says no to Trout Walker" he said this softly. Part of me wanted to look for my wrench and hit him right then and there, but I stayed put. The sheriff would never arrest Trout on grounds of harassment, physical or otherwise, especially since he was in for kicks too. Not only that, but the Walker family was paying his salary and more.

As I pondered these injustices in my head, I caught Katherine's reply. "I believe I just did" I stood shocked as she met my eye, only for a second. Strike three… yooooou're out!

She walked around Walker, and stood near the second desk. Katherine was too much of a lady to blatantly walk up to someone like me after disgracing a man like Mr. Walker. As he left, he moved the front desk back on purpose.

Glaring at me, he walked toward the door and glared back at her as well, sniffing in disgust. "You'll be sorry you ever crossed me, you black lovin' witch!" with that, he stormed out.

I really wanted to go after him and rip the scales off him, but Katherine was my first concern as she sank to the floor on her knees. I walked up to her quietly. "Come on, Miss Katherine" I whispered. "I'll take you home".

I gently took her by the shoulders and led her away from the school house. It was all I could do not to wrap my arm around her waist as I walked her home, not a quarter mile behind the school.

We walked slowly, and I enjoyed her companionable silence. If only I could take her back to the onion grove. But that would never be. Halfway to her home, it started to rain. Not wanting to scare her, I looked at her asking if I could take her hand.

She nodded. We rushed all the way back, hand in hand; thankful no one was out to see us. I relished the feeling of her soft, small hand in mine. We fit each other like a glove on a hand.

As we got to the door, she smiled and turned to me. "Thank you so much for bringing me home, Sam" she said quietly. I smiled at her. "Anytime, Miss Katherine" A cool refreshing breeze pulled through, playing with Katie's long blond curls. My fingers itched to touch them and to feel their softness, but I restrained myself.

I looked up just as the rain picked up. Seeing as I would never be permitted to enter her home, I turned to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked. I turned, smiled, and nodded my head. "'Better get inside before it gets colder" I said, not wanting her to catch cold.

She nodded and we stared at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly I felt her rise and kiss my cheek. I looked at her, surprised; she smiled… and winked, getting inside the house. I walked away before I said or did something to get me into major trouble.

Rowing back to the onion grove, I decided it was time to go through Momma's things and find two of her most treasured possessions, her gold ring, which I knew would fit Katie perfectly, and the falcon feather my father had given her when they met.

She had kept it ever since, and Daddy used to tease her about keeping it so long. I'd been planning to put the feather in my brim for a while. I supposed it was time to pass it on…

Katherine's POV

As I began to get ready for this evening's classes, I could feel Sam's gentle gaze on me. It's been about a week and I still haven't told him about the cut and burn I received cutting the onions and stirring the peaches.

What if he doesn't see me the same way? Then I realized, as he looked with concern and recognition of my hand, most likely noticing that the bandage was gone, he could never see me as dull or unintelligent.

The bandage I had made from my burned apron was gone, revealing the ugly reddish burn on my hand.

"Miss Katherine" Sam said, attempting to gain my attention. I looked up at him, kindness and concern in his eyes… I'd been caught. Worry crept into my chest.

Now thoroughly concerned, he looked down at my hand, carefully caressing it. Mmm his hands are so warm and strong! Sam looked into my eyes and sat me down at one of the desks.

"Miss Katherine, how exactly did you burn your hand this way?" he asked gently, as if not wanting to scare me. "I-I...I was cutting peaches and the knife slipped... then when I stirred the pot, I burned my hand as well." I looked down at the floor.

Sam lifted my gaze to his eyes, caressing my hand with his thumb. "I can fix that" I can feel the overwhelming depth of emotion in his eyes. It mirrors the same feeling I've felt since the moment I saw him.

Sweet Jesus help me, I nearly swooned in his arms at that moment. He went outside for a few minutes and headed discreetly back inside. Sitting me down properly on the seat, he turned my injured palm towards him to see it better.

Feeling tingles down my spine, his warm strong hands caressing my own, I could feel myself blushing. Lord, how did You come to make someone as kind and gentle as Sam? How do I deal with the feelings I have for him? I prayed in my head.

"You weren't gonna tell me about this, were you?" he asked softly, gently taking the dirty, white 'homemade' bandage off of my hand. I noticed as he shuddered at the brownish burn and blackened cut on my palm.

"No" I said softly. I watched as he put some of the alcohol and peroxide on a small clean rag. "This will sting a little, Miss Katherine" he said, his expression showing he did not want to hurt me. I nodded let's get it over with I thought.

Sam nodded and placed the rag on my palm and I couldn't help it…I hissed as the rag hit my cut. "I'm sorry" Sam whispered, his heart breaking that he'd had to cause me any pain.

My heart also breaks on account of causing his heart to break, I shook my head, and sniffed, blinking back tears. Sam gently wrapped my hand, putting light pressure on the bandage and tied it up.

I wanted to moan at his feather soft touch, but kept quiet. "There… good as new" he smiled, wanting to make me feel better. I felt much better. Playing with him a little, I said:

"You should take over as the doctor around here… knowing so much about medicine and such" I winked at him. Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head. "What can I do?" he asked. I got the feeling that he wanted to change the subject as well as help me move things around for tonight.

I noticed his small blush in the candle light. "If you don't mind helping move some of the benches in the back, I'll be with you in a second" I said, not intending to leave him alone in doing that. It could be a lot.

Surprisingly, Sam shook his head, playing with me this time. "No way am I allowing you to move anything except that chalk and stick across the board" I laughed. "Oh, very well, Dr. Sam" I winked again.

Shaking his head, he chuckled, moving the benches, while I turned toward the board and wrote several sentences on the board in cursive. As I wrote, I wondered if Sam knew how to read and write. He seemed educated… I shook my head and prepared what my students were going to be learning this evening.

Groaning in my head, I was not looking forward to seeing or speaking to Trout Walker and his friends, who were just showing up to 'get a glimpse' of me. When the men started to arrive, I noticed Sam left for a few minutes.

When he returned, Trout Walker had shown up with his 'followers', and was sitting in the front, nearest me. I gulped, glad that Sam was standing in the back. As he paced back and forth preparing for tomorrow, I wondered how the idea of me teaching grown men affected him. I wasn't sure, and that's what worried me.

When Sam finished what he had to do with the schoolhouse, would that be it as far as our friendship? I dreaded the idea of seeing him only on market days. They were so few and far between!

As the lesson continued, Mr. Ferral was reading the sentence on the board with some difficulty. He finally managed to read it. "Very good Mr. Ferral" I said, managing a smile. Ferral smiled back at me. "Thank you, ma'am" and sat down.

Sam had just returned inside carrying the tools he would need for tomorrow to complete the work on the door. He stood quietly by the door, looking out the window, his hat covering his face and eyes so I could not see his expression.

"De…d-duck…may…s-wim on –da…l-lake… but my daddy OWNS… the lake" Trout ended with that idiotic buck-tooth grin of his. Trout grinned and winked at me while he and some others laughed. I, on the other hand, was livid.

How dare he make fun of someone who was less fortunate and not as well educated as he was! If he thought his 'charm' would impress me, it didn't! I managed however to keep calm as I dismissed the class… mostly to get rid of Trout.

"That will be all gentleman" I said quietly, glaring at Trout. "Thank you… class is dismissed" The men started to leave, some in confusion of why class had ended so early.

Sam stood quietly near the door, as he had been pacing, preparing for tomorrow's activity all evening. I wondered if he would be willing to walk me home. "Hey, Katherine…" Trout said a little too eager as he sat perched on my desk in front of me.

As Sam looked at me with concern in his eyes, I did the best I could to hurry, wanting to get home as soon as possible. "How about you and I go on a little picnic?" I wanted to groan out loud as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I had gotten sick of his arrogance and harassment the minute I met him. "We can take a ride on my motorboat" I held in my smirk. That hunk of junk? It was probably rusted through by now. And what would happen if he ran out of gas…?

I frowned at him, trying not to shudder at the thought. If I refused any of his advances, he could strangle me to death and throw me overboard, no one the wiser. "No thank you, Mr. Walker" I said. Sam looked up, wiping his hands on a rag, nervously. Strike one.

"It's brand new… you don't even have to row it" I glared at him. He did not just insult Sam! At least Sam was a heck of a lot stronger than Trout is! I looked at Trout, the expression of 'didn't I just say no?' on my face. "No thank you" I said again, this time, more firmly. Strike two!

His next move shocked me. He scooted closer to me on the desk. "Aw, come on now, girl!" I gulped, "No one ever says no to Trout Walker" he said this softly. Part of me wanted to find my teaching stick and hit him right then and there, but I stayed put.

The sheriff would never arrest Trout on grounds of harassment, physical or otherwise, especially since he was in for kicks too. Not only that, but the Walker family was paying his salary and more. I'd known this since I'd moved to this town.

"I believe I just did" Strike three! Yooooou're out! Sam stood shocked as I met his eye, only for a second. I walked around Mr. Walker, and stood near the second desk. I had been taught that a lady was never to blatantly walk up to someone like Sam, even though I wanted to, after disgracing a man like Mr. Walker.

As he left, he moved the front desk back on purpose; attempting to make me even madder… it was working. Glaring back at me, he walked toward the door and glared at Sam as well, sniffing in disgust.

"You'll be sorry you ever crossed me, you black lovin' witch!" with that, he stormed out. I sank to the floor on my knees after he left, physically drained as if he had beaten me. Sam walked up to me quietly.

"Come on, Miss Katherine" he whispered. "I'll take you home". I could feel his hands on my shoulders as he gently helped me up and led me away from the school house. My house is not far behind the schoolhouse, about a quarter of a mile.

I hoped Sam didn't feel I was being rude, I was stunned, tired, and had the urging desire for Sam to hold me in his arms, even if it was just my waist. We walked slowly, and I began to wish Sam would take me back to the onion grove. But that could never happen.

The students needed a teacher, and if I left, people would talk. Trout and his men would come looking for me, and the sheriff and the others would lynch Sam. I shuddered. Sometimes I just don't understand the ways of life.

How can people be so evil? Sam was a man, just like Trout… I knew that. So what if Sam had a different skin color? He had feelings, thoughts, dreams… I wondered just what those dreams were. Little did I know…

Halfway to my house, it started to rain. Sam looked at me worriedly and took my hand in his. I nodded at his questioning look. We rushed all the way back, hand in hand; thankful no one was out to see us. I relished the feeling of his big strong hand around mine. We fit each other like a glove on a hand.

As we got to the door, I smiled and turned to him. "Thank you so much for bringing me home, Sam" I said quietly, struggling to stay on my feet. He smiled at me. "Anytime, Miss Katherine" A cool refreshing breeze pulled through, playing with my long blond curls.

I wondered what Sam was thinking at the moment. He looked up just as the rain picked up. Disappointed that he had to leave, I bit my lip. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, hopefully, not wanting him to leave just yet. Where was the law that said I couldn't invite him in?

He turned, smiled, and nodded his head. " 'Better get inside before it gets colder" he said after a second. I nodded and we stared at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly, I felt the urge to feel his skin. I wanted to kiss him. So, standing on tiptoe, my 5'2 frame barely reaching his shoulder,' I kissed his cheek.

He looked at me, surprised; I smiled… and winked, getting inside the house…

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Sam: Jack-a…

Kate: Sam!

Sam: grin: Sorry darlin' just got caught up in the moment.

Kate: How about we get caught up in another moment ;)

Shawn: OOOOK… and with that…. We move on

Gus: with his real clothes on: leave them alone

Shawn: so how do we like the story?

Kate: leaning against Sam's chest: even better than the original J

Sam: got that right ;)

Shawn: I didn't know there were perverts in the 19th century…. Gosh!

Gus: rolls eyes: Shall we move on?

Sam/Kate: Yes!

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