Title: Drive Series

Author: Redgirl

Email: rdgrrl29@yahoo.com

Summary: I don't know what this is, but this little story won't leave me alone, so beware.

Pairing: Sam & Brooke

Rating: R, I think. Could fall under PWP?? Yikes. Didn't think I had it in me.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to the writers/producers of the show. I'm just borrowing them for a wee bit of fun.

Note: I have a severe case of writer's block for my fic 'Violet'. I'm hoping this very, very short fic will bring my muse back.

Drive

I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She's sleeping now, curled up against me. I don't want to wake her up. She looks so peaceful.

"We're here." I say as I gently nudge her awake.

She looks at me with tired eyes.

"Wait for me." I tell her as I get out of the car.

She sits patiently while I take our things into the room.

I come around her side of the car and open the door.

"Are you okay?" I ask. She gives me a half smile and nods.

She takes my hand and I help her out of the car. We walk in silence.

I stare out the window into the darkness of another nameless town. How many have we passed? How many more before this ends?

She comes out of the bathroom wrapped in towel. I am mesmerized. She looks at me with a twinkle in her eye and a crooked smile on her lips.

"Your turn." She says and she makes her way to the bed. She gets her bag and plops it in front of her. She finds some clean clothes. She takes off the towel and starts to put the clothes on. I turn away.

"Right." I say and grab my bag and head towards the bathroom.

The water on my skin is a welcome respite. If only it could wash away the fear that's eating me up inside.

She's sitting in the center of the bed, her legs crossed Indian-style, wearing a shirt and shorts. Layed out it front of her is dinner. A couple bags of chips, sandwiches and two cans of soda.

"Dinner is served." She motions with her hand.

I sit on the edge of the bed across from her. I watch her eat first before I join in. I offer her my sandwich after she had devoured hers. She hesitates. I break it in half and she takes it. We eat in companionable silence.

I clear the bed as she brushes her teeth. She hands me her toothbrush as I enter the bathroom and kisses me on the cheek.

"Don't use all the toothpaste." She says and walks out.

I turn out the light and slide under the covers next to her. I stare at the ceiling. She turns on her side to face me.

"Hold me." She says.

I open my arms and she rests her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her. I drink in the smell of her shampoo and revel in the softness of her skin. She sighs contentedly as I hold her tighter.

"Maybe we should go back." I say, as my fears come to the surface.

She pulls away from my embrace and stares at me.

"Do you love me?" She asks. In the darkness I can feel her eyes bore into mine, looking for the answer she already knows.

"Yes." I reply.

She moves her body on top of mine, legs straddling my waist. She rests the weight of her body on her elbows that are propped just above my shoulders, her fingers gently running through my hair. I hold her waist as she slowly rocks back and forth.

"Say it." She says as she lowers her head so that her mouth is mere centimeters away from mine.

"I love you, Brooke." I whisper back and capture her lips.

I lean over her, matching the rhythm of her body as she bucks against my touch. She opens her eyes and cups my face with her hands. She watches me as I make love to her, eyes never faltering as I bring her closer to the edge. She cries out my name and pulls me down in a crushing embrace. I feel her body contract and shake against mine. I cover her face in kisses until her body calms down and she collapses in my arms.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She's sleeping now, curled up against me. I don't want to wake her up. She looks so peaceful.

We can never go back.

I don't know where we're going.

I just know that we have to keep moving.

Wanderlust

She studies the map as I pull into the gas station.Her fingers trace the highways and landmarks before she finally chooses our next destination.

"Here." She points out as I take a look.

I sigh and get out of the car.

She comes around and stands next to me as I fill the tank. She leans into me and runs her hand slowly up and down my arm.

"Please?" She breathes against my neck and for a moment I am lost in her touch.

"We can be home by tomorrow." I tell her, knowing it's the last thing she wants to hear.

Knowing it's the only way to alleviate my fears.

"No." She says before she turns and walks away.

I close my eyes and listen to her cry. I reach out and tug on her blonde locks. She closes the gap between us and rests her head on my shoulder. I wipe away her tears and kiss her softly.

"Tell me where we're going." I say as I start the car.

"Go fish." She says with a giggle. I can see her smile as she tries to hide behind her cards.

I pull the top card from the deck.

"Your turn." I say, mimicking her coyness.

"Wait." She says, putting her cards down.

She listens intently, straining to hear the voice over the intercom. She turns to me and nods.

"That's us." She says getting up, gathering all the cards in her hand.

I grab our bags and join her in line. Standing behind her I reach out and tug on her blonde locks. She leans back and I rest my chin on her shoulder. I feel her smile against my cheek as I hold her close.

"Happy?" I ask.

"Yes." She says.

She hands the porter our tickets and we board the train.

There is no going back now.

Difficult Kind

I reach over and find her side of the bed empty. Adjusting my eyes to the darkness of the room, I see her sitting at the table.

"Hey." I say as I sit up.

She glances in my direction but says nothing. She gets up and walks towards the window.

I lean back on the headboard and tuck the sheets around me. She rests her forehead against the glass, her troubled eyes staring into the rainy night.

"You don't want to be here." She says, tracing the raindrops with her fingers as they slide down the window.

"Don't." I say, hoping this time she will listen.

"You wish you'd never come." She continues, ignoring my plea.

I slip on a shirt and walk towards her. I stand a few inches away from her; but we are worlds apart. I reach out and tug on her blonde locks. She turns around and I pull her into a hug.

"I'm here, aren't I?" I say softly into her ear.

"No, you're not." She says, pulling away.

She looks at me and for a brief moment her eyes are wide with hope that maybe she is wrong.

I turn away, knowing she is right.