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Chapter 2:Promises

Quorra P.O.V.

I pressed my face up against the glass with wide eyes. "What's all of that?" I asked Sam as I looked through the glass, noticing a few little humans lying in these strange little triangular beds with tubes connected to them.

"I don't know what it's called but that's where premature babies go to get taken care of," Sam said as he came to stand beside me. His hand rested on my shoulder and I felt his breath tickle my neck. "I don't know why you're asking me all of these questions, love. I barely have the slightest idea of what's going on too," he reminded me.

I sighed and turned to look at him. "Why not?" I asked as he started to lead me down the hall again.

"Because," he told me simply with a chuckle as we walked up two flights of stairs.

I glared over at him. "I told you how much I dislike that type of answer. You're not even trying," I said with a pout. "I'm trying to learn about children and you're not helping. Weren't you a child?" I asked him.

"Yes, but that was a long time ago," he told me.

"Like a thousand years ago?" I asked him in a sarcastic tone as we stopped at an elevator. "I still remember everything within that time span and here you are forgetting things from 28 and less years ago?" I asked him with curiosity.

He shook his head and pulled me into the elevator when it opened. "Babies and children's minds work different than adults…and yours," he said to me as he wrapped an arm lightly around my waist.

"Finally a somewhat useful answer," I said to him with a giggle.

"Stop being a little smarty pants," he murmured as he squeezed my hip. "Although it's quite sexy," he whispered in my ear before the elevator opened. A small blush crossed over my cheeks and Sam laughed. "So adorable," he breathed as we started to walk out of the elevator and down another hallway.

"Where are we going?" I asked Sam. "Are we almost there?" I went on.

"Just to that front desk, babe," Sam answered as he pointed to the desk at the end of the hallway. I smiled. "The attendant at the visitor's desk said that Dr. Reid would meet us up here," he added as he squeezed my hand.

We walked up to the front desk and a lady behind it looked up at us with a bright smile. "Are you Sam Flynn and Quorra Garner?" she asked us.

"Yes," Sam answered. "Is Dr. Reid here?" he asked her.

"Yes, sir, he'll be out in a moment. You can sit over there in the meantime," she said as she gestured towards a waiting room on the side. Sam and I walked over to the waiting room and took a seat.

"So this pediatrics hospital…it's just for children?" I asked Sam as I looked at the shelf of small, thin books and parent magazines.

Sam nodded. "Exactly, just for kids," he confirmed with a small smile.

"Sam, Quorra, how are you?" a voice asked. Sam and I looked up to see Dr. Reid standing near the counter. "Thanks for getting them for me, Olivia," he murmured to the attendant behind the counter. "Please, come with me," he said as he started to walk away.

We both stood and followed him down the hallway. "I must admit, I like California a lot more than I expected. My kids like it here too," he said as he turned back to smile at us. "But I think it's just because they are only minutes away from Disney Land," he said with a warm laugh. "I made a good choice by coming here."

"That's good," Sam said.

"How have the two of you been?" he asked us. "Have you tried what I asked yet?" he murmured as he turned a corner and opened a door to a small lab working room. He motioned for us to step in and he closed the door behind us.

"We're doing great. Quorra got into Stanford University and will be an online student for the time being," I said with a proud smile as I squeezed Quorra's hand. "Hopefully the classes there will be more of a challenge for her. She wouldn't stop complaining about how easy her previous online courses were," I said with a laugh.

"I doubt they'll be any harder for her," Dr. Reid said reassuringly. "Quorra, come sit over here," he said to me as he turned and started to fill out some paperwork. I sat down in the high desk and internally frowned. I hated getting my blood drawn.

"And as far as experimenting goes, nothing yet," I told him with a frown. "Maybe I'm trying too hard," I mumbled with a sigh.

"Possibly, but don't beat yourself up about it, if you can, you can," he said with a shrug. "But I do recommend that you maybe try it on Sam next time," he said as he moved to a laptop and scrolled through a few pages. "He knows you, just like you know him. It may be easier to do mind control on him because of how connected you are," he explained as he turned back to look at us. "But like I said, not a big deal at the moment, and definitely not what we are here for today."

I shifted in the seat as Dr. Reid walked over to me. "I'm just going to draw about a pint of blood for the procedure today. I'm going to perform a blood transfusion with it to see if I can find out how effective it is on other people," he told us.

"Who will you perform it on?" I asked him curiously as he started feeling the inside of my elbow for a pulse.

"Just wait and see," he told me as he cleaned the spot with an antibacterial wipe and then grabbed the needle. "And you won't necessarily meet them. My team has already prepped them for the transfusion. It'll be quick though," he added. "You aren't permitted in the room until the procedure is done and my team has cleaned up. Hospital regulations," he said as he poked me with the needle and started pulling blood from the vein. I watch as a small bag started to fill up.

"So we don't need to stay then?" Sam asked.

Dr. Reid shook his head. "No, the patient won't wake until maybe an hour after the procedure and even then…they go in and out of a coma so it's not guaranteed that they will wake today," he answered.

"No, but I want to stay. You said on the phone that it was a little girl, right?" I asked him. "I want to meet her," I objected as he pulled the needle out of my arm and cleaned it before putting a Band-Aid over it.

Dr. Reid chuckled. "You can stay if you'd like and I'll call the two of you into her room once I'm done, okay?" he asked us with a smile. "Drink some orange juice before you stand back up. You may be a little dizzy feeling," he instructed as he grabbed a bottle of orange juice and handed it to me. "A nurse will escort you back to the waiting room in a minute or two," he stated as he picked up the packet of blood and walked out of the room with one last glance in our direction.

"You think I'd get used to being stabbed with needles so often but I still hate it," I muttered after I took a sip of orange juice. "It doesn't feel too good and it kind of makes me feel tired."

Sam nodded in understanding and came to stand in front of me. "Yeah, I'm not a big fan of it either but it's how doctors do things," he reminded me with a smile.

"Do you want to stay?" I asked him as I screwed the top back on the bottle and looked up at him.

He grinned at me. "I'd actually like to. I'm very interested as to why he's doing this and a little interested about the little kid. Why would he choose a little kid to test run this with?" he wondered.

I shrugged. "I don't know but I hope it's a good thing," I murmured with a small smile.

"Hey, how about this?" Sam asked as he took my hands and helped me up. "Remember how I took you to the beach a while ago? How about we go swimming this time?" he suggested. "There's this really nice private beach that I used to go to when I was younger and I'd love to take you," he murmured.

I stifled a laugh. "That would be fun," I said with pure excitement. "Wait, but I don't have a bathing suit," I told him with a frown.

"I thought you wanted to go skinny dipping with me," he whispered against my ear as he pulled my body against his. "Wouldn't that be fun?" he asked me with a grin and a quick kiss. I laughed nervously and Sam chuckled in response. "I'm kidding, Quorra, I packed them before we left this morning. I was going to surprise you. We haven't done anything fun in a while…for your standards," he said to me as he looked down at me.

I giggled. "No, we haven't," I agreed with a sheepish smile.

"Good, then its set. Once we leave, we'll head to the beach," he announced as the door opened to the small room.

A nurse escorted us back to the waiting room and we took our seats again. I took out my iPad and continued reading my current story while Sam worked on some schoolwork on his laptop. We sat in the waiting room for about 25 minutes before Dr. Reid came out.

"How'd it go?" Sam asked as he shut his laptop and started packing it away in his backpack.

Dr. Reid smiled at us. "Spectacular isn't even a word for it," he answered. "She woke up," he said in a somewhat confused but amazed tone. "Here, I'll explain everything on the way to her room."

And that's exactly what he did.

"Her name is Grace Ashley Morgan and she is currently five years old. She has a type of cancer called neuroblastoma which is a cancer that mostly younger children get. She was diagnosed with it when she was three, quite old for a diagnosis with this cancer. She was cleared cancer free when she turned four but she relapsed about two months ago," he explained as we started down a main hallway. "Once a child relapses with this type of cancer, there is practically nothing that can be done for them, which is why I chose her as one of the best candidates for this procedure," he went on. "She's currently in an adoption center because her parents decided that they didn't want her after she relapsed. They wanted to start over, without her. So-"

"So they just gave her up? Just like that?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Some families don't think that they can't handle these types of things. It's not a regularity but it's not uncommon, Quorra," he informed me. "She's young and she has a lot of potential which is why I was thinking to do a blood transfusion. Your blood will act as a cleaner, if you will, as well as take away all of the damaged cells within her body, ultimately curing her of the cancer," he said as he stopped in front of a plain white door. "But that will take a little bit of time to fully happen," he added as he placed his hand on the knob. "Are you ready to meet her?" he asked us.

"Well…I just feel like my brain was fried," Sam grumbled as he rubbed his head. I giggled and nudged into him.

"Yes, we're ready," I said eagerly.

"I've met with her a few times before. She's such a sweet child," Dr. Reid told us as he opened the door and invited us in. Sam took my hand and I followed him inside the small hospital room.

I scanned the room for a small human figure until I landed on it…or her. She was lying in the middle of the room on a cushioned bed. She was very tiny, looking like she was maybe three from my recent learning about children. She had light green eyes and short blond hair that didn't go past her chin. The hair was messy though, clumped in some spots and then gone in other spots. Her face was small and boney, as well as a little pale for what was normal for humans. Her lips had a slight blue tint to them and I could see them shivering.

There was a nurse writing something down on a clipboard at the foot of her bed. "Sherri," Dr. Reid said as we walked in. "The girl is freezing, look at her. Go get her some blankets and maybe some sort of liquid," he instructed. She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. "Grace, I brought a few guests to see you," he said with a soft smile.

"I told you…that…I like being called…Gracey better," she said in a soft trilling tone that was very childlike. I listened intently as her voice stopped every few moments to take breaths of air. She smiled softly up at him before turning her gaze on Sam and me. "You must be the couple…that the doctor was telling me about," she said. "Hi, I'm Grace…but as you can see, I like…Gracey better," she said with a tiny laugh.

"Hi, Gracey," Sam and I said in unison as we stepped farther into the room, closer to her bed. I noticed how thin her arms were then and it seemed as though her shoulders were compressed a bit by the way they slumped.

"This is Sam and Quorra," Dr. Reid told her as he sat down in the chair and started to take out a clipboard from a drawer. "She donated for you," he added as he gestured towards me.

The girl took a deep breath before talking again. "The doctor said that you're gonna make…me all better, is that true?" she asked me in her light tone.

"We hope so," I told her with a soft smile.

"That's good…cause Mom and Dad said I would never-"she stopped as she started coughing. I watched as her body shook with her coughs. She looked very weak. "Get better," she finished with a sad smile.

"Sam…" I murmured as I turned to him with a frown. "This is a bit…sad," I said in a hesitant tone. "Are you sure she's okay?" I breathed as I neared him a bit.

"I'm fine," the girl quipped. "Well, I'm getting there…anyways," she admitted. "I know I'm…not at all well," she told us. "But that's why I'm here, right?" she asked as she turned her head to Dr. Reid. "He already…says I'm doing better."

"That's good," Sam told her.

She smiled. "I'm a lucky kid," she trilled as she clapped her hands together happily. The three of us laughed and she laughed for a moment too. The nurse walked back in then with two blankets and a cup in her hand.

"Hey, Grace, do-"

"Gracey," she reminded Dr. Reid as she turned to look over at him slowly.

He smiled at her. "Gracey, do you like milk?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed in a hoarse tone. "Especially chocolate milk, like the milk container with the cow with the brown polka…dots on it," she said.

The nurse handed the cup to Dr. Reid and she started spreading more covers on Gracey. "Would you like some chocolate milk?" he asked her with a soft smile.

I turned to Sam and smiled. "She's cute though," I murmured softly.

"She is," Sam agreed quietly.

She tilted her face towards us. "Thank you," she said. "And yes…I would," she said happily as she stretched out a hand but frowned as it dropped.

Her body was very weak, that I could tell just by listening to her speak and watching her move. I hoped that she would get stronger because I decided that I liked her. She was cute and she seemed so happy.

"Here then," Dr. Reid told her as he placed the cup near her. "Both hands," he told her in an instructive tone.

"Both hands," she echoed as she reached her hands out and placed them on the cup. The cup had a sealed top over it that looked like if you dropped it, the contents wouldn't spill out. She took the cup and held it to her face and sipped from the small straw.

She giggled after she pulled away. "Yummy," she murmured before taking another sip. "Wait, am I allowed to drink this? My last doctor said no," she said as she looked to her side. "He said that….if I stayed…away from dairy products…that I'd do better," she said.

"Yes, you can have it and you can have even more things after time as you come off some of these machines," he told her. "So, in maybe a week or so."

"Oh," she breathed before taking another large sip of the chocolate milk. The nurse left then and Dr. Reid scribbled something down on his notepad. "Where's my book?" she asked suddenly, dropping her cup onto the bed and looking to one of the side tables. "It's…not here anymore?"

"What book?" Dr. Reid asked.

"Cinderella," she said in a seemingly annoyed tone. "It was…here," she said as she pointed to the table with her little finger. "I know it. Where…is it now?" she asked.

"I don't know, Gracey," Dr. Reid told her as he continued to write things down on the paper.

She pouted then, like a pout that I had seen kids pull off on those TV shows and movies. "But I like that book," she stammered as she shuffled her feet underneath the covers.

"We can get the book for you," I said then.

She stopped her movements and looked up at me. "Oh, no, you don't have to," she murmured as she rested back into the pillows.

"It's not a big deal at all. We can get it for you and bring it back the next time we visit," Sam chimed in with a soft smile. His arm wrapped around my waist and I couldn't help the grin that plastered itself on my face.

She gasped and a wide smile crossed her features. "You'll come visit…me again?" she asked. "Oh, I'd like that," she quipped as Dr. Reid grabbed the cup that had been lying on top of her and placed it on the table.

"Sure," Sam told her.

"Tomorrow?" she asked us with hopeful eyes. "I like you two," she told us.

Sam and I shared a quick look and then nodded. "Tomorrow," he told her. "And we'll come with your book," he added.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," she said happily before her body racked with coughs again. "I'd like that…a lot," she said as she nodded her head. She sighed then and her eyes drooped a bit. "I'm tired," she commented.

"I'd say so, you've been up for a while for you," Dr. Reid told her with a happy smile. "Would you like to go to sleep now or visit with them some more?" he asked her as he stood and walked over to some of the machinery.

She huffed and frowned. "Oh, um…" she mumbled as she took a deep breath and looked at the two of us with sad eyes.

"We'll be back tomorrow," Sam told her again.

She blinked a few times. "You promise?"

"Yes, promise," he said to her.

"Pinky promise," she said as she stuck out her pinky from where her hand rested on the bed.

Sam laughed and neared her and I stood there in confusion. What was a pinky promise?

I watched as Sam hooked his pinky around her own and she shook her hand briefly. "Come on, you too," she said with a happy smile as she looked up at me. Sam took my hand and pulled me forward and I did exactly what he did. Once we pulled away she giggled. "No crosses count," she told us before she yawned. "I'm ready now," she told Dr. Reid. He flipped a switch on a panel and she lay in the bed, waiting. "Bye bye for now," she told us.

And within about twenty seconds, she fell asleep, seemingly on command.

Dr. Reid turned to look at us. "She's just adorable, isn't she?" he asked.

"She is," Sam said and I merely nodded.

"Overtime she will get better. Today in comparison to yesterday is very good signs to that. I'm hoping that within a week she'll be off of all of these monitors and she'll be eating normal foods and drinks again. I think that this'll work."

"Where does she go after she is released from the hospital?" Sam asked him.

Dr. Reid beckoned for us to follow him and with one last glance at the girl; we left the room and started walking down the hall again. "That won't be for another two weeks at the least but she will go back to her adoption center of a foster family until a family adopts her," he answered.

Sam frowned. "But isn't that dangerous? You said that she could become similar to Quorra. Won't her family have to know what's going on?" he asked.

"Well yes, this is why she'll be at the adoption center or foster family for a bit of time. I'll have to find a family that will be willing to listen and understand. If she got in the wrong hands you could say goodbye to not only the girl, but possibly Quorra too. If she changes like I believe will happen, she'll be like a modified child, sort of like a few steps down from Quorra," he started. "She'll get smarter over time and obviously, her senses are heightening now because I didn't hear things the two of you were saying yet she did."

Sam glanced over at me and I could see worry building in his eyes. "I barely know that girl and you're saying that she could be the reason why something happens to Quorra?" he asked in an irritated tone.

"Sam, stop it," I murmured as we continued down the hall and stopped in the empty lobby.

"You have to trust me, Sam. I won't let anything happen to her or that girl for that matter. But that'll be a while from now so don't worry about it now. I already know some people that are experienced with these types of things that wouldn't mind adopting a little girl," he added.

Sam sighed but then nodded. "Alright."

"I will be here early in the morning and late in the evening to check on her tomorrow but you two can come at any time since you're on her visitation list. Make sure to bring sanitation wipes with you though if you plan to interact with her more than you did today. She's getting better but her immune system is still pretty weak," he told us.

"Got it," Sam said.

"Alright then, I'll see you two tomorrow, maybe. Have a nice day," he said as he started to turn.

"You too," we both murmured as we started to walk away from him. We walked out of the hospital and got into our car that was parked in the deck on the visiting side.

"To the beach?" Sam asked me as he backed out of the parking space and started to drive out of the lot.

"Yes, to the beach," I said happily as I put on a pair of sunglasses. "What beach are we going to?" I asked him.

He shook his head at me. "Now that is a surprise," he told me with a grin as he started to accelerate through the streets. "But I promise that it'll be fun, Q," he added as he watched me frown.

We drove along the busy streets for about an hour before Sam turned onto a long quiet rode that was sand on one side and rocks on the other. I had never seen a beach like this before. Actually, I couldn't even see the water; it was just a bunch of rock. "I don't' see any water," I told him as we continued to drive on the narrow road.

"It's on the other side of the rocks," he told me with a shrug. He turned into a small parking lot and turned the car off, getting out and popping the trunk open. I got out of the car and he handed me my tote bag. "You can change in the car if you'd like, or we can go back to option one," he told me as he squeezed my hips.

I rolled my eyes at him and took the bag from him. "And you?" I asked as I started to walk away from him.

"I'm already prepared," he told me with a laugh. "I'll meet you right over there, okay? I promise I won't peak," he added as he turned and walked away.

I changed into my black and white polka dotted bikini bathing suit and stepped out of the car. I walked over to where Sam stood, sitting on part of the rock structure with his back facing me. "Ready," I told him as he turned around.

"Ready to do a little scaling?" He asked me with a grin as he stood and started stepping up the giant mountain-like rock structure.

"I don't have any shoes on," I told him.

He chuckled and grasped my hand. "You don't need shoes, babe. It's not that hard," he told me as we started making our way up the hill. As we made our way up I could start to hear the sound of waves crashing from somewhere below me.

I looked over at Sam's bare chest and noticed that the chip that normally hung around his neck was gone.

We continued up the hill until we reach the top part. "Come on," Sam said to me with a wide grin. "This is the best part," he went on as he walked up to a ledge.

I walked up behind him and looked down with wide eyes. I gasped audibly. "Wow, it's so pretty. We're so high up," I murmured from behind him.

He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close to him. "Yeah, I used to come here a lot when I was stressed out. It always seemed to help," he sighed. "You just feel so high and on top of the world," he murmured as he closed his eyes.

"It seems so…peaceful," I breathed as I rested a head against his bare shoulder.

He opened his eyes then and turned me towards him. He pressed his lips against mine and tightened his grip around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. I could feel the wind blowing through my hair and I could feel it brush against my skin. It was almost cold. After a few moments of my bliss, I pulled away from him and smiled. "Ready to jump?" he asked me softly.

"What?" I asked him in confusion.

He chuckled. "I said we're going swimming. We're going to jump in," he told me with a smile. "Unless you're scared," he taunted.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm not but you're going first," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Okay, my scared Quorra," he said to me.

"I'm not scared, Sam Flynn," I said again as I looked down. "What if we hit the rocks?" I asked him. "We could get hurt."

He sighed and shook his head. "I've done it a lot; it's really deep down there. Just jump outwards so you don't hit the siding of the rock on the way down," he said as he took a few steps back.

I nodded and watched as he ran and then jumped over the edge. I gasped as I watched him fall into the water and finally hit it with a splash. He disappeared for a moment and I wondered where he was before he resurfaced.

"Come on, Quorra!" he called to me as he swam to the side. "I'm waiting for you!" he called as he looked up at me.

My heart raced as I took about five steps back. I took a deep breath and then ran forwards, jumping outwards over the ledge. I screamed as I felt the air rush against me quickly. It felt like my stomach was dropping.

Within a few moments of being airborne, I hit the water with a loud splash. As soon as I hit the water, I continued to go under and I realized how incredibly cold the water was. I came back up to the surface of the water to see Sam about three feet from me. "That's my girl," he said with a grin. His hair clung to his face, ears, and neck and I could see the droplets of salt water on his skin.

"The water is so cold," I exclaimed as I swam closer to him.

"I like it," he told me. "It's kind of like a shock that definitely wakes you up," he went on.

I laughed and he grabbed my legs underwater, pulling them against his sides as he did so. "Was that fun?" he asked me as he positioned me so I was practically sitting on top of him.

I let my hands fall onto his shoulders and smiled. "Yes, it was fun," I admitted as I ran my fingers through my wet hair.

Sam gently kissed me then and let his hands roam over my bare back. I sank against his form and tangled my fingers into his messy wet hair. He sucked against my lower lip and I moaned softly, pulling against the hair at the back of his neck. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth then and I felt his hands move to my sides. He picked me up a little more in his arms so my body was now flush against his own. He pulled away and I opened my eyes to look at him. "Are you comfortable?" he asked me with a caring smile.

I wiped the salty water from my face and rested my head against his shoulder. "I couldn't be any more comfortable," I breathed.

"Good, because I'm going to show you something," he told me.

"Like what?" I asked him curiously as he started treading water slowly with me in his arms. "There's nothing but water, rocks, and sand," I murmured.

He didn't answer me though and kept treading water. I noticed that we were slowly nearing the rocks and I finally noticed a small opening. "A…cave…?" I asked him with surprised features. "Don't bats and monsters live in those?" I asked him uncertainty.

He laughed aloud then. "I thought we were over those curious and dumb questions," he told me with a teasing grin. "I'm going to have to monitor what you watch on TV if you keep making assumptions like that," he went as he squeezed my hips. "No, it's just a cave. Sure, there could be bats but I've never seen them in this one before…it's not deep enough, and don't even get me started on the monster part," he finished with a smug smile.

"It sounded like a valid question," I quipped honestly. Sam gripped my body a bit tighter and then stood up in the water, standing about chest length in the water. He positioned me so an arm was around my back and one was around my legs. "I can walk on my own, you know?" I asked him as I poked his shoulder a few times.

"I know that, but you minus well get used to it," he said as he neared the cave. "Keep in mind that I'm supposed to pick you up like this on our wedding night," he reminded me as he gave me a meaningful look. "I don't want to mess up then. I mean, what if I drop you?" he asked me with a mock serious face.

I laughed. "Well…I wouldn't mind that much, accidents happen but I think I have a different point of view from the average human newlywed woman," I added with a shrug.

Sam chuckled and shook his head at me and stopped in front of the cave. He set me down on my feet and I felt the lapping water reach just below my knees. "Gosh, this water is so chilly," I murmured as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to fix it.

"Yep, that's pacific coast water for you. I'll take you to Florida so you can experience some warm water," he promised me as he took my hand and led me inside the cave. "I found this place when I was nine and when I ran away from home, sometimes I'd come here," he said to me with a sheepish grin.

"Why would you run away?" I asked him.

"That's just what I did when I was younger…I was the kid that had no parents and got into trouble, well, I still was that until a couple of months ago. But I like coming here," he answered. "I'd sometimes bring my friends here when I was in high school and early college and we'd get wasted and-"

"Wasted?" I asked him curiously as I started to look around. "I thought the drinking age was 21?" I pondered.

"It is and was…" he mumbled sheepishly as I walked away from him and looked at the water pouring from a rock. "I told you, I wasn't the best kid to hang around with," he said.

I nodded. "I see."

"When I was eleven, I brought my best friend here when we were supposed to be at her house," he said. His voice echoed around the cave and I couldn't help but smile. "And then when I was seventeen I brought a girlfriend here because I thought it would be fun…it wasn't," he rambled in a mumbling tone.

"Hmm….girlfriend…" I murmured as I continued to walk along. "From what I have learned from books and movies, that's supposed to make me jealous, no?" I asked him as I turned to stare at him for a moment. "I'm supposed to be annoyed or angry that you brought me to the same placed as her for a date…" I said quietly.

Sam made a noise. "Well, that would be the reaction of most girls…" he said as he scratched his head and made an apologetic face.

"But what is jealous? Why would I be jealous?" I asked him curiously as I continued to walk away from him, admiring the pretty scenery. "I don't believe I've felt that one yet. Can I just be it?" I asked him as I spun around and faced him. "I'm jealous, I am…jealous," I tried as I stared at him.

Sam gave me a wide smile and he looked like he was surprised. "It doesn't work like that you know," he said as he walked over to me.

"Why not?" I asked him with interest. "I can't' just be an emotion? I say I'm happy because I am but I can't say I'm jealous because…?" I continued.

He continued to walk up to me and placed his hands on my sides immediately, pushing me backwards until my back hit against the rough surface. I squeaked when my body registered the coldness of the stone. "You have to feel it. Jealousy is sort of like envy except a little more self-centered I guess you can say," he told me as he rubbed his hands against my sides. "But I didn't come here to talk to you about jealousy," he added as he pressed his forehead against mine.

I smiled slightly and tilted my head to the side. "Some other time then," I murmured as I wrapped my arms around his neck and Sam moved his body closer against my own.

I kissed him then and I felt that small warmth that I always felt when we kissed. I felt his hands glide the curve of my body and I felt my body shudder but this time I didn't know if it was solely because of him or because I was a bit cold too. I parted my lips slightly and he sucked on my lip, biting it gently as he did so. He pressed more against me as his tongue passed between our parted lips. "Ow," I breathed as I tried to shift against something that was jabbing into my back.

Sam seemed to get the message because he picked me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I felt us sink to the ground. I squealed as I felt us lay on the ground and I opened my eyes once Sam pulled his lips from mine. "Don't stop," I told him breathily after taking a deep breath.

"I wasn't planning on it. We've barely started," he told me as he fingered a few strands of my hair. I positioned myself on top of him so I was straddling his hips. I sat up fully and looked down at him lying there so relaxed. I smiled as I traced my fingers against his face and over his lips, down his chest and then against his abs. His hands remained on my hips and he was staring up at me with adoring eyes. I grinned down at him, pressing my hands against his chest and slowly sliding my hip area against his own. My body shuddered and I felt a wetness in my crotch as I felt something hard press up against me groin area. He heaved a staggering sigh and forced my body down against him. "What was that?" he breathed against my ear in a deep whisper.

"Did I do that wrong?" I asked him suddenly nervous at my actions. "It was supposed to feel good," I said in a confused tone.

"It did…" he mumbled as I felt his hands slide to rest on my butt. "You're such a little antagonizing monster," he said hoarsely as he squeezed gently. I gasped as I felt heat sear throughout my body. "That's right, two can play that game," he said into my ear before placing a few kisses on my neck.

In the next moment, I was on my back and Sam was hovering over me. I giggled as he pressed his lips down the side of my neck and then my collarbone. He pressed his body against mine and move ly legs around a bit as I let my hands rest on his shoulders. I let the roam lazily over his bare skin as he started to trail kisses down the midline between my breasts. I moaned as he placed his hands over the rise of my breasts and squeezed them gently. He fiddled with the fabric before he his lips came back to meet mine.

"I love you," he breathed against my lips before he pressed another kiss to my lips. I felt his hand trail down my stomach and it slipped underneath the fabric of my bikini. I squealed as I felt the coldness of his fingers press up against me.

He took me by surprise by his next actions though. He pulled his lips as well as his hands away from me then and rolled off of me, so quickly that I couldn't stop him. "Are you-"

"I'm fine," I sighed. "Sam, this isn't fair, you promised me weeks ago," I breathed as I sat up and looked at him.

He looked away from me and tangled his fingers in his hair. "I know I did, but I can't do this to you, not yet. You're not ready," he stated in surrender.

"Way to ruin the moment," I grumbled as I half glared at him. "You aren't the one to decide if I'm ready or not," I said in an increasingly irritated tone. "I am."

He stood and walked away from me a few steps, finally turning to face me. "You asked that we try, Quorra and that's what we did. You got scared; I saw it in your eyes. What do you expect me to do? Keep going?" he asked me in a helpless tone. "I won't do that to you."

"I wasn't scared," I insisted as I stood as well and stared at him.

"You were."

"I wasn't!"

Sam looked worried and I crossed my around over my chest. "I don't want to scare you; I don't want to hurt you. I could lose you if I did that," he said in a quieted tone as he turned away from me.

"Lose me how?" I asked him as I took a few hesitant steps towards him.

"You'll be afraid of me, or don't want something like that with me," he said in a louder voice. "I mean, I could understand that if you wanted it that way but not after I did that."

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him behind. "You know that won't happen," I said as I poked my head around his arm to peer at his troubled face.

"I want you to be sure about this. It's only been seven months and I want everything to be perfect for you," he said to me. "You know I'm crazy about you but please…do this one thing for me," he breathed as he turned and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Just wait until we get married," he said with pleading eyes.

My shoulders slumped slight but I stared up at him. "I thought you weren't all over these so called morals," I murmured with a slight smile.

"With you, I will be," he said. "You're that important to me," he breathed as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. "You know I don't mind…doing things with you but I'm trying to do this right for you," he said to me.

I sighed and brushed my fingers through his hair. "If it's that important to you, fine," I murmured. "But don't go back on your promise when I say I do," I said as I shivered.

"I don't plan on it," he stated as he took my hand and led me out of the small cave. "You cold?" he asked me softly.

"A bit," I admitted as I felt the sun hit my skin again.

"Wait here and I'll go get a blanket from the car. We still have about an hour and a half until sunset," he told me. "And I brought some snacks," he added as he led me though a small patch of water and then onto a sandy part of the beach.

I nodded. "Okay," I said as he let go of my hand and started to head towards a walkway. I turned away from him but then turned back to see him walking away. "And Sam?" I asked.

He stopped and looked at me. "Yes?" he asked me with one of his crooked smiles.

"I love you too."

So? What'd you think? I know I said that I'd have some Quorra/Sam major love scenes but I felt like that was where most of her innocence came from in my stories with her curiosity about love and Sam and her interact as a cuople, so...looks like they're going to kick it traditional style but don't dorry, there will be plenty of intense love scenes in the story! (: Anyways, Please reveiw and let me know what you thought of this chapter. Why do you think there's a little girl suddenly in the mix? hahaha...only i know :D