Title: Let Your Love Out

Author: Majandra

Email: flavorlesschocolate@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Brooke and Sam, duh! That's, like, all I can write at the moment, and I'm not even doing that well!

Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah woof woof.

When Sam walked upstairs to fetch her lap top she never once anticipated it would turn out the way it did.

She could hear a noise coming from the bathroom that connected her bedroom to Brooke's, and, being the kind, considerate person she was, Sam decided to check it out.

Knocking on the door, she opened it to see Brooke leaning against the sinks with a razor blade in her right hand hovering over her left wrist. Sam could see tears streaming down the beautiful blonde's face, and realized at once that Brooke was trying to top herself. "Brooke, no!" she cried, and racing across the short distance and knocking the blade from Brooke's grasp. Brooke didn't seem too concerned, about the razor blade at least.

"Sammy," she sobbed brokenly, throwing herself into the brunette's arms and holding on for dear life. Sam wrapped her arms around Brooke and murmured soothingly but worriedly. "God, Brookie, what's wrong Princess? Come on baby, it's okay. It's okay." Finally Brooke pulled out of the death grip she was holding Sam in and wiped her eyes.

"No. You know what? No. It's not going to be all right," she accused in a low voice, looking at Sam with a strange expression on her face. It was a mixture of hurt, wistfulness and anger. Sam felt even more bewildered.

"Why don't you tell me what IS wrong," she suggested. She sat, leaning against the tub and held out her arms for Brooke, who sat so she could be held.

"It all started about six months ago, you went to that journalist convention or whatever in 'Frisco. I thought I'd be happy to see you go – but it was the complete opposite. I was miserable. I don't know how I stood this house before you lived here, Sammy, cos it seems so empty without you."

Sam had a very good idea where this was leading and she wanted to leap for joy but she knew better than to push it. She let Brooke get to the point in her own time.

"So that's when I finally learned the truth. But you... you kept..." She trailed off and wiped her eyes again.

"Four months ago, you and I went to that party, remember?" Sam nodded. "I couldn't see anyone but you, and you... that guy... I've never seen you flirt so shamelessly, and I hated it. I was jealous, Sam."

Sam remembered that night well. She'd known what she wanted and knew she couldn't have it. So when that cute guy came and started flirting with her, she'd thought she could have a bit of comic relief. She'd let him down gently before it got too far, told him she was gay. But by the time, Sam realized, Brooke was gone.

"It's been eating away at me inside, this irrational love for you," Brooke continued, tearfully yet somewhat bitterly. "And I thought if I made an opening it could all come pouring out. Leave me for good."

"Oh Brooke," Sam sighed, holding the blonde tighter. "There better ways of letting the love out, you know."

"Like what?" Brooke asked skeptically.

"Like this," Sam replied, and she kissed Brooke. Brooke was momentarily stunned but recovered quickly and kissed back for all she was worth.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes shining with tears, of joy this time. Sam knew what she meant.

"This is for real, babe," she promised. "So don't ever try to leave me again."

"Never, Sammy. I love you."

"I love you."