Lord Sam - The Play

FIC: Lord Sam; The Play

AUTHOR: Jos Mous

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anything, I’m not making any profit, you know the drill.

PAIRING: Sam/Brooke

RATING: PG

NOTE: Contrary to what the title may say, this is, in fact, NOT a Lord Sam fic. You might call it a narcissistic fic if you want, but I hope that’s not TOO obvious. This is also NOT a silly fic like the Lord Sam fics.

Part 1
Lord Sam

Chemistry class was a very strange class. The only chemistry that occurred there was between students and had nothing to do with educational purposes.

“OK, class, can I have your attention?” Glass stated.

Sam looked up. She could instantly spot that Glass has some very unpleasant surprise in store for her and the rest of the class. It was like a sixth sense.

“Now then, as you may all be aware of, my pathetic salary income has finally increased enough for me to leave the stone age, and I actually wished I hadn’t.” Glass started.

This was obviously going to be another rant.

“Unfortunately I stumbled across some, what I could laughing refer to as, ‘stories’ and since I believe firmly in sharing pain with others I decided to take one of them and turn them into a school play.”

Sam groaned internally. Glass and School Play?

Where was an Apocalypse when you needed one?

“Now then, since I don’t like to spend more time on you than strictly necessary, I have already divided the parts along obvious lines. Our dearest Samantha here will play the lead role.”

Sam looked up. Everybody else looked at Sam.

“What!?” Sam shouted. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes I can.” Said Glass. “The leading character is called Lord Sam and I immediately thought of you.”

“Isn’t ‘Lord’ a title for a member of the male species?” Sam pointed out.

“Normally, yes. But this author obviously wasn’t able to make gender distinctions. Also, I hope you like kissing girls, because that’s going to happen extensively, got it?”

Sam slammed her head on her table. “Somebody kill me now.”

~~~~~

“So…” Harrison said grinning during lunch time. “Lord Sam, huh?”

“Don’t remind me.” Sam said.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Said Carmen.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not in it.”

“OK, good point.” Carmen admitted. “But it can never be as bad as the last one, right?”

Songs about sexually transmittable diseases flashed through the minds of the occupants of the table.

They shuddered.

“You’re right. It can’t be _that_ bad.”

“Well, there is an awful lot of porn stories on the internet.”

There was silence and stares.

Harrison coughed. “Or so I’ve heard.”

More silence.

“Hey, can we change the topic now?” Harrison tried.

“Gladly.” Said Sam. “So who’s this girl I’m supposed to kiss?”

Harrison smiled with relief. “Good topic.”

There were more stares.

“What is with guys and two girls kissing anyway?” Lily said.

“Hey, look, it’s Brooke.” Harrison said, hoping to avoid the topic if he possibly could.

“What?”

“Right at the end. There’s a kiss and the curtain falls.”

Sam quickly leafed through the pages of her own script. “So it is.” She said. “And who’ll be playing Lady Brooke?”

“Haven’t you paid attention in class?”

“Not after I got the part. The world sort of self-destructed all around me.”

“Ah…” Said Carmen. “Well, anyway…”

“It’s Brooke.” Said Lily.

“Brooke?”

“Yes.” She said.

“My soon-to-be-sister Brooke?”

“Yes.”

“I’m doomed.”

Sam once again banged her head on top of a table. This time, however, it was not the world she was trying to ignore, but the butterflies dancing around in her stomach.

~~~~~

Sam and Brooke were sitting in the living room together. This was not an unusual circumstance. They often sat in the same room together. Sam was looking at Brooke, weighing her options.

Kiss Brooke.

She couldn’t even count how many she had thought about that. And now she had her shot. Brooke was going to kiss her.

It would be a fake kiss, but a kiss.

And it terrified Sam to pieces.

How was she going to deal with that? Getting what you want, but knowing it was a lie. And after the play and the rehearsals and everything, then what?

Would she have one single happy memory, or an everlasting torment of never again getting what you want the most?

“Shall we rehearse?” Brooke asked. She sounded pretty perky.

“Rehearse?” Sam asked, slowly emerging from her thoughts. “Err… sure… why not?”

“Great.” Brooke stood up and smiled at her.

Sam forced a smile back as she stood up as well.

“Where do we start?” Sam asked.

“Let’s do our scenes first.” Brooke said.

<Our scenes?> Sam thought. <OUR scenes? Including that last one?>

“OK.” Sam said slowly.

“OK, so, you’ve just made it past the evil vampire Julian and have stumbled into my room.”

Sam leafed through her script until she found what Brooke was referring.

“Vampire?” Sam asked. “Shouldn’t that be a dragon or something?”

“Probably.” Brooke admitted. “But I don’t think we can have a dragon on stage.”

“Oh.” Said Sam. Clearing her throat she read:

“Come on. I’ve defeated the vile vampire and saved you. Let’s go.”

Sam looked up. “That doesn’t really sound right, does it?”

Brooke shrugged.

“I don’t want to. Not if this means I’ll have to marry you.”

“Marriage? They’re both girls. They can’t marry.” Sam said, confusion on her face.

“Nobody knows that. Everybody thinks Lord Sam is a guy. That’s the whole point of the story.”

“Oh.”

“You haven’t read the script yet, have you?”

“Well no, actually. I’ve been trying to forget it.”

“I haven’t.”

Sam looked up at Brooke. Brooke wasn’t looking at her. Sam wondered what it meant, then mentally slapped herself.

~~~~~

The lights went out as Sam crawled into bed. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness the first thing she saw was the script, lying on her desk.

That damn script.

That damn script that would force her to kiss Brooke.

That damn script that might bring everything out into the open.

Sam rolled around onto her side and squeezed her eyes shut.

~~~~~

There was an eerie quiet during breakfast. An eerie quiet that could only be caused if there’s something massively wrong. Of course, Sam knew there had been something massively wrong the first time she started seeing Brooke in a different light, but that had been months ago.

“So…” Sam said in an effort to cut through the silence.

“So…”

“I’ve read the script.”

“That’s good.”

“We… err… we get to kiss.”

<Oh, yeah, smooth McPherson. She won’t notice that at all!>

“Yeah.”

“Do you… have any problems with it?” Sam tried carefully.

Brooke shrugged. “It’s for the play.”

“Yeah.” Sam said. “The play.”

~~~~~

In the blink of an eye, the day passed. For Sam it had been one long, torturous day throughout which the silence between her and Brooke just went on and on. It occurred to Sam that that infernal play had managed to destroy her friendship with the blonde quite rapidly.

It therefore came as a complete surprise to her when somewhere during the afternoon Brooke bounced happily into the living, her usual perky self again.

Brooke insisted once more on rehearsing, where Sam would just play her part and Brooke every other part.

After a rather slow start, Brooke’s seemingly endless supply of raw enthusiasm managed to affect Sam as well and the two of them actually had fun.

Until they came to the last line.

“Do we kiss now?” Brooke asked.

Sam panicked in silence. She’d be more than happy to kiss Brooke.

But then, Brooke would know.

And that was a serious problem.

Sam put up a mask of well-trained indifference. “Nah. I don’t think it’s really necessary.”

“Oh.” Said Brooke.

Sam breathed an internal sigh of relief. Crisis averted. For now.

Even so, she wasn’t really certain if she should be happy with this.

~~~~~

The days rapidly flowed into one another and during those days Sam managed to forget all about the kissing. The nights were another story, but at least the days went by without much trouble. She and Brooke and occasionally others as well, rehearsed and rehearsed until, at last, the big day had arrived.

The play went by without very much trouble. Harrison stepped on Sam’s lines a few times, and Mary Cherry seemed to be improvising her way through her scenes. Nicole was actually pretty good as a vampire, which made sense since Nicole and vampires have a lot in common.

But when the scenes with Brooke started Sam’s anxiety grew.

Every line would bring her closer to the final.

She and Brooke had been getting along so incredibly well those last days, but as a result it had become so incredibly hard to not voice her feelings.

But now she was trapped. Sam slowly walked off the stage. She quickly took off the fake armour and put on a long, purple night gown.

She went back up stage. Brooke stood up, her eyes started sparkling and she smiled.

But Sam knew it was fake. And that knowledge hurt.

“You’re a girl!”

Sam tried to smile and look mildly confused. “Does that bother you?”

Brooke walked over to Sam, got a good hold of her head and kissed her.

Sam though she was going to die.

Here it was, at long last.

Brooke kissing her.

It was better than every single fantasy she ever had.

Sam put her arms around the blonde and pulled her closer. She tried not to break the kiss. In part because she didn’t want it to end and in part because the pain of not saying anything started to overwhelm her.

Brooke pulled back, but didn’t step out of the embrace. Sam looked into her eyes and before her mind could do anything about it she heard herself say the words.

“Brooke, I love you.”

Part 2
Lady Brooke

Chemistry class was a very strange class. The only chemistry that occurred there was between students and had nothing to do with educational purposes.

“OK, class, can I have your attention?” Glass stated.

Brooke looked up. The Claw was standing in front of the class, her face looking indifferent as always. Brooke could tell this was going to be just another boring chemistry class.

“Now then, as you may all be aware of, my pathetic salary income has finally increased enough for me to leave the stone age, and I actually wished I hadn’t.” Glass started.

Brooke briefly wondered where Glass was headed. Knowing the teacher, however, they would probably have to fix her computer or something.

Brooke managed to bounce in her chair without actually moving. School plays could be fun. Unless they were about diseases… but otherwise they could be fun.

“Now then, since I don’t like to spend more time on you than strictly necessary, I have already divided the parts along obvious lines. Our dearest Samantha here will play the lead role.”

Sam looked up. Brooke looked at Sam. The brunette did not look happy.

“What!?” Sam shouted. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes I can.” Said Glass. “The leading character is called Lord Sam and I immediately thought of you.”

“Isn’t ‘Lord’ a title for a member of the male species?” Sam pointed out.

“Normally, yes. But this author obviously wasn’t able to make gender distinctions. Also, I hope you like kissing girls, because that’s going to happen extensively, got it?”

Sam slammed her head on her table. “Somebody kill me now.”

<Wait a minute…> Brooke thought. <Kissing girls? Somebody is going to kiss Sam? Somebody that isn’t me?>
Brooke raised her hand.

“Do I have a part too?” She asked, hoping she didn’t sound painfully transparent.

“You do, in fact.” Glass said grinning. “You’ll be playing Lady Brooke. So you’re the one who gets to kiss Sam.”

<Yippee! Wait… can’t let anyone notice.>

“You can’t be serious.” Brooke said in her most distressed voice.

“I am.”

“That’d be like incest.”

“Sorry, the part is yours.”

Brooke put on her patented pouting face, which completely belied the happiness she was feeling.

~~~~~

It was lunch time. Mary Cherry was admiring herself in a mirror, Nicole was eating a few carefully selected products. Brooke was simply feeling happy.

“So I get to be a vampire.” Said Nicole.

Brooke refrained herself from making any ‘cold bitch’ comments. Nicole was still sort of her friend, after all.

“Yep. Do you mind?”

“Not as much as you, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

Nicole nodded in the general direction of the less-than-popular table.

“You’ll be forced to get intimate with her.”

“It’s just a kiss.”

“You don’t seem to be so grossed out about it.”

“Well, Sam is fairly pretty. For a girl.”

Nicole shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. As soon as someone actually takes the time to make her pretty.”

“This will make mah name in HolyWood.” Mary Cherry announced.

Nicole and Brooke ignored her.

~~~~~

Sam and Brooke were sitting in the living room together. This was not an unusual circumstance. They often sat in the same room together. Brooke noticed Sam looking rather intently at her. The blonde wondered what the other girl was thinking.

<She probably _is_ grossed out.> Brooke thought. <I mean, of course she is.>

Well, whatever happened, at least Brooke got the chance to kiss Sam at last.

It might be just once, but she wasn’t going to waste that one chance.

Brooke turned on the ‘happy cheerleader’ switch inside her head and immediately started smiling.

“Shall we rehearse?” Brooke asked.

Sam looked up at her. “Rehearse?” Her voice sounded doubtful.

Very doubtful.

“Err… sure… why not?” The brunette said, standing up. “Where do we start?”

“Let’s do our scenes first.” Brooke said.

“OK.” Sam said slowly.

“OK, so, you’ve just made it past the evil vampire Julian and have stumbled into my room.”

Sam leafed through her script. Brooke wondered if Sam had looked at it even once.

“Vampire?” Sam asked. “Shouldn’t that be a dragon or something?”

“Probably.” Brooke admitted. “But I don’t think we can have a dragon on stage.”

“Oh.” Said Sam. Clearing her throat she read:

“Come on. I’ve defeated the vile vampire and saved you. Let’s go.”

Sam looked up. “That doesn’t really sound right, does it?”

Brooke shrugged.

“I don’t want to. Not if this means I’ll have to marry you.”

“Marriage? They’re both girls. They can’t marry.” Sam said.

<Well, now we know how she feels about it. Damn.> Brooke thought.

“Nobody knows that. Everybody thinks Lord Sam is a guy. That’s the whole point of the story.” Brooke tried to sound cheerful, but the ‘happy cheerleader’ switch had been turned off and the blonde feared she might even start crying.

“Oh.”

“You haven’t read the script yet, have you?”

“Well no, actually. I’ve been trying to forget it.”

“I haven’t.” Brooke said quietly.

Brooke stared at the ground, berating her obvious lack of subtlety. She felt quite a lot of hope circling down the drain.

~~~~~

Brooke stared at her ceiling that night. The ceiling wasn’t exactly interesting, but Brooke wasn’t really looking at it either.

Instead, she just lay there, thinking.

Sam didn’t want her.

The brunette might _like_ her, but she was obviously appalled at the thought of two girls together.

Not to mention two sisters together.

Because she and Sam were sisters. Maybe not related by blood and not yet ‘officially’, but sisters they were.

And sister don’t fall in love with sisters.

Brooke rolled onto her side and repressed the urge to cry.

~~~~~

There was an eerie quiet during breakfast. An eerie quiet that could only be caused if there’s something massively wrong. Of course, Brooke knew exactly what was wrong. Sam had figured it all out and couldn’t even bear to talk to her.

“So…” Sam said.

“So…” Brooke answered, not looking at the girl.

“I’ve read the script.”

“That’s good.”

“We… err… we get to kiss.”

<So, she discovered that as well, huh? Wonder how she’ll end up avoiding it.>

“Yeah.” Brooke said

“Do you… have any problems with it?”

Brooke wondered how she might reply to that. She felt like saying something like ‘It’s the one thing I’ve always wanted’, or possibly ‘The hope that you might one day kiss me is what gets me out of bed each day’.

But Brooke knew how Sam would react to that, so instead the blonde merely shrugged and said: “It’s for the play.”

“Yeah.” Sam said. “The play.”

~~~~~

In the blink of an eye, the day passed. And during that day the silence between Brooke and Sam just went on and on. Brooke took this as a clear message, that Sam did not want to talk to her. Not now and possible not ever.

This made Brooke pretty angry. She might some day be able to deal with Sam being disgusted by her, but at least the brunette should have the decency to at least say it in her face.

So Brooke decided to carry on like nothing had happened. Things between the two were exactly the way they had been for the last few days until would one day just speak up and say it.

And break Brooke’s heart beyond repair in the process.

But that day was still a long way away, or so Brooke hoped. She therefore made it a show of bouncing into the living room as perky and as cheerful as she could muster. Sam seemed rather surprised by the sudden display of energy and enthusiasm.

So therefore, it was no big surprise to Brooke that Sam needed a little prodding before she agreed to rehearse with her.

Having learned her lessons from last time’s fiasco, Brooke decided to go through the entire play, starting at the very top. It went well. Sam actually started smiling at her. The brunette seemed to be having fun. Maybe she had forgotten. Maybe she was denying it had ever happened.

And there was that last line, staring right into Brooke’s face.

[Lady Brooke kisses Lord Sam.]

Well, the script said they had to kiss. And so far, they had followed the script. Still, Brooke couldn’t help but feeling scared.

“Do we kiss now?” Brooke asked. Her voice was quavering.

“Nah. I don’t think it’s really necessary.”

Disappointment and pain flooded through Brooke. She realised that it was never going to happen. Sam would probably find some way out of it. Swallowing her tears, Brooke found just enough breath for just one single word.

“Oh.”

~~~~~

The days rapidly flowed into one another and during those days Brooke managed to forget all about Sam’s disapproval. The nights were another story, but at least the days went by without much trouble. She and Sam and occasionally others as well, rehearsed and rehearsed until, at last, the big day had arrived.

Brooke watched the play in it’s entirety, focused only on Sam. She looked damn pretty in that armour and she played the part wonderfully. The play progressed smoothly.

Then came the line where Brooke was supposed to enter the stage. She hastily smoothed her dress, put up an annoyed face and entered the stage.

It worked well, Sam remembering her lines, Brooke knowing hers.

And then they arrived at the scene in the bedroom. Brooke was sitting on a low chair, watching Sam change clothes just off stage.

Well, a girl was allowed to peek, wasn’t she?

Sam re-entered the stage wearing a purple night gown.

She took Brooke’s breath away.

Normally Sam was a really pretty girl, but that fact was casually hidden by her equally casually clothes.

But now…

Brooke stood up, smiling.

“You’re a girl!” She shouted happily.

“Does that bother you?”

Brooke firmly and quickly marched over to Sam and kissed her full on the lips, like she had intended to do. To Hell with the future. Whatever bad stuff might follow, Brooke figured that a kiss from Sam would be worth it. Even if it wasn’t a ‘real’ kiss.

And what a kiss it was.

Brooke felt like dying right then and there. What more was there to life than this?

And if she would never have this any more, what was the point of life?

Slowly and reluctantly, Brooke let go.

Sam smiled at her.

It looked really sincere.

“Brooke, I love you.”

Brooke’s heart burst with joy at hearing those words. They may not have been meant, but they sounded so real that Brooke could fool herself into believing them.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

Part 3
Lord Sam and Lady Brooke

A bedroom late at night. Sam was sitting on a chair near the desk, Brooke was sitting on the edge of the bed. The two girls were looking at each other. They both thought the same things about the other person. They both thought the same about themselves.

Sam spoke up first.

“Brooke…?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s something you need to know…”

<Here it comes.> Brooke thought with fear in her heart.

“When I said I loved you…”

“Yeah?”

“I meant it.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

<Here it comes.> Sam thought.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“I meant it too.”

“Oh.”

More silence.

“So does that mean we’re in love with each other?” Sam said.

Brooke chuckled. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Sounds pretty hard to believe right now.”

“I know.”

Sam stared at the floor, Brooke at the ceiling.

“Maybe we should go catch a movie or something first.” Sam said.

“Like a date, you mean?”

“Like a date.”

Brooke smiled. “I’d really like that.”

Sam smiled back. “I’d really like that too.”

“There’s just one thing…”

“What?”

“I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Brooke grinned. “Not really the romantic response I was hoping for.” She said. “But it’ll do.”

Brooke got up from the bed. Sam got out of the chair. Standing in the middle of the room, they kissed each other again.

And they discovered that it really wasn’t all that different from that kiss on stage.

The biggest difference this time was that both girls knew it was sincere, even though their first one had been just as sincere.

The End

Jos Mous

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