Post by Greer on Mar 26, 2009 11:38:03 GMT -5
Hey guys!
I wrote the outline for this fic a while ago but hadn't had a chance to write it. Now I'm stuck at home on my sick bed, I thought I might as well do something useful and not just complain about my ear infection to any poor person unfortunate enough to be around me.
But anyway...
, it's based on the Ben Folds song 'Landed' and will probably be around 8 parts, but you all know what I'm like once I get started.
Hope you all like it!!
Title: Landed
Author: Greer and the voices in her head.
Rating: Nothing kinky, but PG-13, just to be safe.
Spoilers: Post Season 4, AU.
Tracing her finger repeatedly around the rim of her glass, Samantha stared absently around her at the dimly lit bar, disdainfully directing her gaze away from the handfuls of balloons and banners to the couple standing in the centre of her assembled colleagues.
Her gaze lingered momentarily on Martin's face before the figure of his new girlfriend stepped in front of him and brought Samantha abruptly out of her reverie.
It had been six long, arduous months since their break-up and although they had been able to finally resurrect their friendship, the arrival of Jennifer in his life had stirred up feelings in Samantha that she had been trying to convince herself were long gone. It had come as something of a shock when Martin had announced he intended to transfer to Sacramento, that he was in effect giving up his life and friends for a woman he had only known for 3 months.
Whilst he seemed certain and optimistic of his decision some days, others he appeared withdrawn and pensive, as if he knew that perhaps his decision had been made in haste. But Samantha would respect his choices and no matter how heart broken she felt at the idea of his leaving, she would not beg him to reconsider on her account. She needed to know he was happy and if moving 2000 miles away from her was what it would take, she would pretend to support his decision. She felt she owed him that much, at least.
Releasing a long held sigh she pushed the empty glass toward the bartender and stood from her stool, reaching for her purse and groaning inwardly as she turned and found Danny standing beside her with a decidedly analytical expression on his face.
“How are you doing?” he cocked his head and looked at her closely, not being able to help but notice the dark circles under her eyes.
Samantha shook her head and shrugged as she stared back at him defiantly, “I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?” she asked flippantly.
Danny groaned and leant forward on the bar as he laughed in exasperation, “Sam... you're exhausting, you know that, right?”
Picking up her purse she glanced over briefly at Martin and took a steadying breath, “Martin and I are over, Danny.”
“It's really as simple as that?” he asked, knowing Samantha well enough to realise that beneath her calm, cold exterior she was deeply unhappy at the sudden announcement Martin had made little more than a month before.
Sam sighed and shook her head sadly, trying to emphasize the finality of her words as she replied, “Yeah, it is. It has to be.”
Danny watched her walk away, her retreating figure hurrying toward the exit before he shook his head angrily and stalked off after her.
“Just like that??” he challenged, appearing at her side and gently laying his arm across the door to block her exit, “he's moving half way across the country to be with some woman he's known all of five minutes and you're ok with that?”
Sam folded her arms across her chest and stared ahead of her through the murky glass of the bar door, “That's his decision,” she reasoned, adding somewhat soberly, “maybe he loves her.”
“Yeah, right, that'll be it,” Danny nodded sarcastically, angered that his two best friends had let it come to this, “he's on the rebound Sam. I know it, you know it...we all do, the only person who doesn't is Martin!'”
“I don't want to talk about this,” Samantha shook her head and barged past him, opting for the door of the ladies bathroom as Danny still stood barring her path.
Danny watched the door swing furiously behind her before he finally made his way back to the party and once again plastered an all too fake smile on his face for the benefit of the other well wishers.
Taking a seat once again at the bar, Danny took a few moments to consider his options. Whilst he knew Martin considered him a close and valued friend, he wondered just how accommodating Martin would be if he were to read him the proverbial riot act and question his uncharacteristically impetuous decision.
He wanted his friend to be happy and if moving 2000 miles away to be with this woman would accomplish that then he'd have been there shaking his hand and wishing them well, but Danny knew that his actions had been colored by his break-up with Sam and that no matter how hard each of them tried to dismiss his suspicions, it was blatantly obvious that the emotionally challenged pair were still very clearly in love with each other.
“Hey, you seen Sam?”
Danny turned and looked up tiredly at Martin, nodding as he took a sip of his soda and pointed in the direction of the ladies room, “She's in the bathroom.”
“Thanks,” Martin nodded, smiling weakly as he all too obviously tried to avoid Danny's invasive stare and jammed his hands nervously in his pockets.
Danny paused to attempt to prepare a more tactful line in questioning his friend, but even as he tried to formulate a sentence, he found the words spilling from his lips in a far more gung-ho approach .
“Don't do this man,” he said imploringly, inwardly cringing as Martin appeared briefly taken aback and then merely shook his head as he feigned indifference.
“Do...?” Martin tried, attempting to appear confused as to his meaning.
“This!” Danny gestured to the balloons and 'Good Luck' banners, “this is a mistake and you know it is.”
Martin shook his head and considered his words momentarily, “Danny, Samantha and I...” he began, finding himself instantly silenced.
“I never mentioned Sam,” Danny shrugged, exasperated beyond measure to have witnessed both of them moping about ever since Martin had announced he was leaving. He assumed each had expected an emotional outburst of some description and had taken the other's silence as indifference. Sometimes, he just really wanted to bang their heads together.
“I need to take a chance, Danny,” Martin offered simply, his eyes betraying his inner confusion as he glanced fleetingly across at the tall brunette he was following to California and in the direction of the blonde now attempting a discrete escape out of the bar.
Danny shook his head and rubbed his hand wearily over his face as he realised he was fighting a losing battle and that all of their recent conversations had ended in a similar fashion, with both Martin and Sam happily remaining in denial.
“You're running away Marty... and it's not gonna solve anything.”
Martin remained silent and watched Samantha jog quickly up the steps out onto the street, glad of an excuse to escape Danny's intrusive comments.
“I need to say goodbye to Sam,” he stated, flashing Danny a weak smile as he dismissed himself from their rather one sided conversation and walked off hurriedly to try to catch up with her.
“Fine,” Danny sighed, taking a large gulp of his drink as he peered across at Jennifer who was engaged in a polite conversation with Jack and Anne at a nearby table.
Pulling his tie away from his neck he looked first at the chattering woman and then out onto the street at his two friends and shook his head as he sighed, “Oh this is not going to end well.”
~
“Sam?!” Martin called out, all but jogging along the sidewalk to catch up with her hasty steps.
She turned upon hearing his voice and offered him a weak smile, quickly brushing her fingertips under her eyes in the hopes that he wouldn't see the after effects of her tears.
“Yeah?” she stopped and gave him a chance to catch up, her heart pounding loudly in her eardrums as she fought the urge to either run as far away from him as possible or throw herself into his arms and demand he stayed. At this point she was uncertain as to which urge was strongest, but as she watched his face become illuminated by a familiar smile she felt certain that she were more inclined toward the second option.
“We're gonna head out soon, I... I just wanted to say goodbye,” he offered, the smile instantly fading as he found himself unintentionally holding her gaze.
“Right,” she nodded, glancing down at the ground before she mustered the strength to look back at him and fake a smile, “so... this is it?”
He nodded slowly and studied her face intently, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
Samantha licked her lips and glanced around her at the people passing on the street, the finality of this moment made her chest ache and she secretly hated herself for the impassivity of her words.
“I'm glad you're happy, Marty.”
He jammed his hands into his pockets and nodded, alarmed at the questions he found now suddenly overwhelming him. It was too late to change his mind and as he had once reminded her, old feelings eventually faded. He really hoped that were true.
“I'm going to miss you, Sam,” he admitted, smiling as he cast his eyes over her face and tried to remind himself that he would no longer be seeing her every day, his memories would have to be enough.
She smiled self-deprecatingly and shook her head, “You'll be too busy to miss me. New job, new apartment...” she bit her tongue before she could utter the word 'girlfriend' and merely smiled to reinforce her point, “I'll miss you too,” she added softly, desperately trying to withhold the tears she felt about to betray her, “send me some sunshine, ok?” she heard her voice break as a tear escaped her eyelashes and she smiled irritably and swatted it away.
“Ok,” he nodded, wanting nothing more than to reach out to her, but knowing that their time had come and gone, it was now simply too late.
“Keep an eye on Danny for me,” he tried to lighten the moment, catching the grateful expression briefly pass Samantha's face as she laughed softly.
“I'll send you weekly progress reports,” she agreed, stilling as he smiled at her reply and awkwardly extended his arms to her in an offer of a final embrace.
She swallowed hard and accepted his gesture, standing somewhat stiffly in his arms as he too seemed nervous and uncertain. Eventually her head fell against his shoulder and as her eyes fluttered closed she felt his arms tighten around her, holding her to him in a fierce embrace.
They remained like that, lost in an embrace, each one trying hard to deny the emotions they felt and the intense and overwhelming urge they both felt to simply not let the other go.
“Martin?”
The couple parted as the sound of Jennifer's voice brought them to their senses and they merely exchanged weak smiles as they let the space fall between them once again.
With a final, resolute sigh, Martin stared down at her face and once again summoned a small smile, “I better go.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, looking back at Jennifer and finding herself instantly and irrationally overcome with hatred.
After a few moments of silence, Martin turned to walk away, pausing as he suddenly remembered, “Oh, I found a CD of yours when I was packing,” he frowned as he realised he had forgotten to bring it and that it still remained on the hall table in his now desolate apartment.
Sam shook her head and offered him a sentimental smile, “Keep it.”
Martin nodded and realised he would have to forcibly tear his gaze from her. With a final nod in her direction he stared back at her helplessly, “Goodbye, Sam.”
She nodded and lifted her hand feebly in a weak wave as she replied in a whisper, “Bye.”
With a resolute turn of her heel she began to head briskly down the street, her fingers gripping the shoulder strap of her purse furiously as she longed for the privacy and safety of her apartment.
Martin watched her for a few moments, unaware of the curious glances of those who passed her by, all silently wondering to themselves just why the young woman who hurried by them had tears in her eyes.
I wrote the outline for this fic a while ago but hadn't had a chance to write it. Now I'm stuck at home on my sick bed, I thought I might as well do something useful and not just complain about my ear infection to any poor person unfortunate enough to be around me.
But anyway...
, it's based on the Ben Folds song 'Landed' and will probably be around 8 parts, but you all know what I'm like once I get started. Hope you all like it!!
Title: Landed
Author: Greer and the voices in her head.
Rating: Nothing kinky, but PG-13, just to be safe.
Spoilers: Post Season 4, AU.
Tracing her finger repeatedly around the rim of her glass, Samantha stared absently around her at the dimly lit bar, disdainfully directing her gaze away from the handfuls of balloons and banners to the couple standing in the centre of her assembled colleagues.
Her gaze lingered momentarily on Martin's face before the figure of his new girlfriend stepped in front of him and brought Samantha abruptly out of her reverie.
It had been six long, arduous months since their break-up and although they had been able to finally resurrect their friendship, the arrival of Jennifer in his life had stirred up feelings in Samantha that she had been trying to convince herself were long gone. It had come as something of a shock when Martin had announced he intended to transfer to Sacramento, that he was in effect giving up his life and friends for a woman he had only known for 3 months.
Whilst he seemed certain and optimistic of his decision some days, others he appeared withdrawn and pensive, as if he knew that perhaps his decision had been made in haste. But Samantha would respect his choices and no matter how heart broken she felt at the idea of his leaving, she would not beg him to reconsider on her account. She needed to know he was happy and if moving 2000 miles away from her was what it would take, she would pretend to support his decision. She felt she owed him that much, at least.
Releasing a long held sigh she pushed the empty glass toward the bartender and stood from her stool, reaching for her purse and groaning inwardly as she turned and found Danny standing beside her with a decidedly analytical expression on his face.
“How are you doing?” he cocked his head and looked at her closely, not being able to help but notice the dark circles under her eyes.
Samantha shook her head and shrugged as she stared back at him defiantly, “I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?” she asked flippantly.
Danny groaned and leant forward on the bar as he laughed in exasperation, “Sam... you're exhausting, you know that, right?”
Picking up her purse she glanced over briefly at Martin and took a steadying breath, “Martin and I are over, Danny.”
“It's really as simple as that?” he asked, knowing Samantha well enough to realise that beneath her calm, cold exterior she was deeply unhappy at the sudden announcement Martin had made little more than a month before.
Sam sighed and shook her head sadly, trying to emphasize the finality of her words as she replied, “Yeah, it is. It has to be.”
Danny watched her walk away, her retreating figure hurrying toward the exit before he shook his head angrily and stalked off after her.
“Just like that??” he challenged, appearing at her side and gently laying his arm across the door to block her exit, “he's moving half way across the country to be with some woman he's known all of five minutes and you're ok with that?”
Sam folded her arms across her chest and stared ahead of her through the murky glass of the bar door, “That's his decision,” she reasoned, adding somewhat soberly, “maybe he loves her.”
“Yeah, right, that'll be it,” Danny nodded sarcastically, angered that his two best friends had let it come to this, “he's on the rebound Sam. I know it, you know it...we all do, the only person who doesn't is Martin!'”
“I don't want to talk about this,” Samantha shook her head and barged past him, opting for the door of the ladies bathroom as Danny still stood barring her path.
Danny watched the door swing furiously behind her before he finally made his way back to the party and once again plastered an all too fake smile on his face for the benefit of the other well wishers.
Taking a seat once again at the bar, Danny took a few moments to consider his options. Whilst he knew Martin considered him a close and valued friend, he wondered just how accommodating Martin would be if he were to read him the proverbial riot act and question his uncharacteristically impetuous decision.
He wanted his friend to be happy and if moving 2000 miles away to be with this woman would accomplish that then he'd have been there shaking his hand and wishing them well, but Danny knew that his actions had been colored by his break-up with Sam and that no matter how hard each of them tried to dismiss his suspicions, it was blatantly obvious that the emotionally challenged pair were still very clearly in love with each other.
“Hey, you seen Sam?”
Danny turned and looked up tiredly at Martin, nodding as he took a sip of his soda and pointed in the direction of the ladies room, “She's in the bathroom.”
“Thanks,” Martin nodded, smiling weakly as he all too obviously tried to avoid Danny's invasive stare and jammed his hands nervously in his pockets.
Danny paused to attempt to prepare a more tactful line in questioning his friend, but even as he tried to formulate a sentence, he found the words spilling from his lips in a far more gung-ho approach .
“Don't do this man,” he said imploringly, inwardly cringing as Martin appeared briefly taken aback and then merely shook his head as he feigned indifference.
“Do...?” Martin tried, attempting to appear confused as to his meaning.
“This!” Danny gestured to the balloons and 'Good Luck' banners, “this is a mistake and you know it is.”
Martin shook his head and considered his words momentarily, “Danny, Samantha and I...” he began, finding himself instantly silenced.
“I never mentioned Sam,” Danny shrugged, exasperated beyond measure to have witnessed both of them moping about ever since Martin had announced he was leaving. He assumed each had expected an emotional outburst of some description and had taken the other's silence as indifference. Sometimes, he just really wanted to bang their heads together.
“I need to take a chance, Danny,” Martin offered simply, his eyes betraying his inner confusion as he glanced fleetingly across at the tall brunette he was following to California and in the direction of the blonde now attempting a discrete escape out of the bar.
Danny shook his head and rubbed his hand wearily over his face as he realised he was fighting a losing battle and that all of their recent conversations had ended in a similar fashion, with both Martin and Sam happily remaining in denial.
“You're running away Marty... and it's not gonna solve anything.”
Martin remained silent and watched Samantha jog quickly up the steps out onto the street, glad of an excuse to escape Danny's intrusive comments.
“I need to say goodbye to Sam,” he stated, flashing Danny a weak smile as he dismissed himself from their rather one sided conversation and walked off hurriedly to try to catch up with her.
“Fine,” Danny sighed, taking a large gulp of his drink as he peered across at Jennifer who was engaged in a polite conversation with Jack and Anne at a nearby table.
Pulling his tie away from his neck he looked first at the chattering woman and then out onto the street at his two friends and shook his head as he sighed, “Oh this is not going to end well.”
~
“Sam?!” Martin called out, all but jogging along the sidewalk to catch up with her hasty steps.
She turned upon hearing his voice and offered him a weak smile, quickly brushing her fingertips under her eyes in the hopes that he wouldn't see the after effects of her tears.
“Yeah?” she stopped and gave him a chance to catch up, her heart pounding loudly in her eardrums as she fought the urge to either run as far away from him as possible or throw herself into his arms and demand he stayed. At this point she was uncertain as to which urge was strongest, but as she watched his face become illuminated by a familiar smile she felt certain that she were more inclined toward the second option.
“We're gonna head out soon, I... I just wanted to say goodbye,” he offered, the smile instantly fading as he found himself unintentionally holding her gaze.
“Right,” she nodded, glancing down at the ground before she mustered the strength to look back at him and fake a smile, “so... this is it?”
He nodded slowly and studied her face intently, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
Samantha licked her lips and glanced around her at the people passing on the street, the finality of this moment made her chest ache and she secretly hated herself for the impassivity of her words.
“I'm glad you're happy, Marty.”
He jammed his hands into his pockets and nodded, alarmed at the questions he found now suddenly overwhelming him. It was too late to change his mind and as he had once reminded her, old feelings eventually faded. He really hoped that were true.
“I'm going to miss you, Sam,” he admitted, smiling as he cast his eyes over her face and tried to remind himself that he would no longer be seeing her every day, his memories would have to be enough.
She smiled self-deprecatingly and shook her head, “You'll be too busy to miss me. New job, new apartment...” she bit her tongue before she could utter the word 'girlfriend' and merely smiled to reinforce her point, “I'll miss you too,” she added softly, desperately trying to withhold the tears she felt about to betray her, “send me some sunshine, ok?” she heard her voice break as a tear escaped her eyelashes and she smiled irritably and swatted it away.
“Ok,” he nodded, wanting nothing more than to reach out to her, but knowing that their time had come and gone, it was now simply too late.
“Keep an eye on Danny for me,” he tried to lighten the moment, catching the grateful expression briefly pass Samantha's face as she laughed softly.
“I'll send you weekly progress reports,” she agreed, stilling as he smiled at her reply and awkwardly extended his arms to her in an offer of a final embrace.
She swallowed hard and accepted his gesture, standing somewhat stiffly in his arms as he too seemed nervous and uncertain. Eventually her head fell against his shoulder and as her eyes fluttered closed she felt his arms tighten around her, holding her to him in a fierce embrace.
They remained like that, lost in an embrace, each one trying hard to deny the emotions they felt and the intense and overwhelming urge they both felt to simply not let the other go.
“Martin?”
The couple parted as the sound of Jennifer's voice brought them to their senses and they merely exchanged weak smiles as they let the space fall between them once again.
With a final, resolute sigh, Martin stared down at her face and once again summoned a small smile, “I better go.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, looking back at Jennifer and finding herself instantly and irrationally overcome with hatred.
After a few moments of silence, Martin turned to walk away, pausing as he suddenly remembered, “Oh, I found a CD of yours when I was packing,” he frowned as he realised he had forgotten to bring it and that it still remained on the hall table in his now desolate apartment.
Sam shook her head and offered him a sentimental smile, “Keep it.”
Martin nodded and realised he would have to forcibly tear his gaze from her. With a final nod in her direction he stared back at her helplessly, “Goodbye, Sam.”
She nodded and lifted her hand feebly in a weak wave as she replied in a whisper, “Bye.”
With a resolute turn of her heel she began to head briskly down the street, her fingers gripping the shoulder strap of her purse furiously as she longed for the privacy and safety of her apartment.
Martin watched her for a few moments, unaware of the curious glances of those who passed her by, all silently wondering to themselves just why the young woman who hurried by them had tears in her eyes.
