Word Count:
949
Rating:
PG.
Category:
Angst. Humour.
Story Status:
Complete
Summary:
Post Vanishing Act.
Blair's in trouble with Sam yet again!
Beta:
Thank you to Jayne Perry for the beta-reading.
Fall Out
By Leesa Perrie
Why did I do it? Was I crazy? I wasn’t
that desperate
for a date, surely? Of course not, I had plenty of adoring
females to choose from! So why? Why did I keep
going out
with Sam? What was wrong with me?
I think I know. It was the challenge. That was what
kept me
going after her. It must have been. Or else,
what?
Why did I chase after her like a dog in heat? Why did I run
around, trying to keep her happy. I think she enjoyed making
me
dance and squirm and act like a total idiot at times. So why
did
I do it?
Oh, but those eyes, those lips, those… Hmm, yep, I
think that was it!
And now? Well, I totally screwed up with Sam again,
didn’t
I? I shouldn’t have sold that present to
H. But how
was I to know she’d change her mind and ‘open the
window’ again? And H wouldn’t sell it
back! Not
that I can blame him, he got a bargain, and I know he was in trouble
with his latest girl. But still…
Well, I rushed off to buy something else. Of course, Sam was
thinking that I’d be right down, but it took me over forty
minutes to find, buy, wrap and get down to her lab with the new
present. So, she was pissed. I mean, royally
pissed.
I was thinking that I didn’t want to get involved in any
chemical
reaction experiments, as this time I reckoned she might just burn my
face off, not just come close to burning my eyebrows off like last
time. Oh boy, was I in the doghouse, or was I in the
doghouse? Woof, woof. Yep, that was me.
So, there was Sam, giving me this look like I was some kind of nasty
little bug that had gotten in her food, or worse, and there was me,
obfuscating like mad, and getting nowhere very, very fast.
How
come my obfuscations never worked with Sam? It’s
just
wasn’t fair!
And the next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital.
Concussion,
apparently. Seems Sam threw the present at me and it hit me
square on the forehead. Ouch. Guess I
shouldn’t have
bought a heavy hardback book. Damn.
Jim wanted me to press charges, but hey, it wasn’t like she
meant to knock me out. I mean, not really.
I think. I hope. Anyway, I really didn’t
want to get
her into trouble, and, to be honest, I just wanted to forget about
it. Well, once the headache was gone and I stopped seeing
double,
of course.
Sam and me? I was thinking it was over. I mean, I
totally
screwed up on the present front, and she totally screwed up by knocking
me out. But then she appeared by my bed, all sorry and upset,
saying that she never meant to hurt me. I wasn’t
sure how
she managed to slip past Jim, but hey, that was okay. I told
her
I was sorry for messing her around and forgetting her
birthday.
And she seemed okay, all sorry as well, for everything.
Then she slipped something into the IV, and before I knew it, I felt
like I couldn’t breathe...
I woke up in ICU. Sam tried to kill me! Jim said
she had a
mental breakdown. Whoa, I hoped I didn’t cause
it.
Jim said no, that I was just the unlucky sap who got the psycho
treatment. Could have been anyone. Why did it have
to be
me? Damn. What, do I have a target on my
back?
‘Psychos welcome’, or something like that?
Well, no more women for me for a while. Not going to chance
another psycho coming along. I mean, a mental breakdown is
one
thing, but most people having them don’t try to kill
someone! That, was like, so
extreme! No, no more women, not for a while.
Besides, I was kind of stuck in the hospital for a bit.
So, here I am, not in ICU anymore, thankfully, and hopefully being
released tomorrow, wondering why I did it? Why I kept going
after
Sam?
“How are you feeling today, Mr Sandburg?”
Oh wow,
where have they been hiding this nurse? I’m sure I
haven’t seen her before.
“Um, I’m feeling a lot better. And
it’s Blair,
please.” I smile. She smiles, and blushes
a little
bit. Oh yeah, I have still got the power!
“Well, Blair, it looks like Dr Byrne will be letting you go
later
today. I thought you’d like to know. Is
there someone
I could ring to pick you up?”
“Oh, that’s great. Yeah, could you let
Detective
Ellison know? He’s listed in my contact
details.
He’ll give me a lift home.”
“Sure, I’ll do that.”
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Suzie.”
“Well, Suzie, I wouldn’t normally be this
forward,”
Okay, only a little obfuscation there, “But, would you like
to
have dinner? Maybe next week?” Smile,
Blair, smile.
“I mean, I was just thinking what a shame it was that
they’d hidden you away from me until now.
I’m sure I
would have felt a lot better a lot quicker if I’d had your
lovely
smile to help me through.” She’s
blushing.
That’s a good sign.
“Okay. I wouldn’t normally,
but…Okay.”
She gets out some paper and writes on it. “Here’s
my phone
number. I really must get back to my rounds, Blair.
Call
me?”
“Sure. I’m looking forward to it
already.” She leaves.
Have I still got it, or what? And hey, I know I said no more
women for a while, but next week is a while away, isn’t it?
The End
