"Wouldn't you like to know," "I hope you brought your appetite, 'cause I don't plan on keeping leftovers."

Sam smiled to her as he was handed a plate, “You always look good Amanda.” Sam let go of her as he looked at the plate, “You know I always bring my appetite. And I don’t believe in the word leftovers.” Sam’s plate soon became filled with salad, two potatoes, and the steak and thanks to Amanda garlic bread, which he to had a love for. Sam also added, “Who doesn’t?”

"What do you want to drink?"

Sam looked up to her and smiled as he set his plate down on the table, “What ever you got.” Sam thought he would start off their little dinner with some small talk, “So any dips in your blood sugar again?” he raised an eyebrow at her in curiosity hoping the answer would be no.

“What ever you got.”

Amp pulled out two beers; she'd discovered Sam had a weakness when it came to alcohol, which could only help her tonight.

"Just a couple won't hurt," she said with a wink. She plopped onto the couch beside him, and began digging into her own food.

“So any dips in your blood sugar again?”

She shrugged. "A couple, but nothing like the other day. It usually happens in the morning, when I get up. Nothing serious." She shot him a somewhat embarrassed smile. "Thanks for worrying, though. I'm not used to that...."

She popped the lid on her bottle, and took a quick drink, then asked, "So? Does my cooking meet with your approval?"

"Just a couple won't hurt,"

Sam’s eyes widened as he saw the drink, his fingers twitched a little as the taste of beer was swimming in his head. The smell of it, the feel of it the second it would hit his lips. Sam loved alcohol. Sam early took the beer from Amanda and took a quick swig savoring the taste in his mouth as it bubbled and tickled his nose. Amanda defiantly knew Sam. Though who didn’t know this was his favorite drink was beyond him.

"A couple, but nothing likes the other day. It usually happens in the morning, when I get up. Nothing serious." She shot him a somewhat embarrassed smile. "Thanks for worrying, though. I'm not used to that...."

Sam was just done chewing a piece of lettuce as he leaned over and kissed Amanda on the shoulder, “Well get used to it, as long as I am around you’ll have some one to worry about you.” He went back to cutting a piece of steak and putting it in his mouth and washing it down with his beverage.

"So? Does my cooking meet with your approval?"

Sam smiled to her after he swallowed a large piece of potatoes, “It is amazing, and where did you learn how to cook?” Sam took another sip of he drink before saying with out realizing it, “I envy the guy who can call you his wife.” Sam looked to her for a second after he picked up on what he said and turned back to his food and pretended he didn’t say anything.”

She watched as Sam took a drink, then stuffed the drugged potato in his mouth. The age old warning about not taking medications with alcohol briefly passed though Amp's mind. Supposedly it wasn't healthy.

Imagine that? She munched on a few green beans.

“Well get used to it, as long as I am around you’ll have some one to worry about you.”

She smiled, but said nothing.

“It is amazing, and where did you learn how to cook?”

She opened her mouth to reply, 'My sister'. But before she could something else slipped out of Sam's mouth.

“I envy the guy who can call you his wife.”

She wondered if her own expression came across as surprised as his did. He looked away, pretending he hadn't said anything, so she did the same. However, something about that remark unsettled her insides.

They continued to talk while they ate, on much lighter subjects. She was only halfway through before he'd finished, so she reached for his plate.

"Seconds?"

"Seconds?"

Sam smiled as he nodded and stood up only to fall back down feeling extremely light headed. “Whoa, head rush,” the second time he got up his reaction time was slower and he seemed to be moving a little slower but never the less he got to the food and put more food on his plate almost clearing out the dishes she prepared them in.

Sam noticed Amanda seemed a little quieter than her usual self so once Sam was done with seconds he leaned over to her and put his head on hers and said, “what you got for dessert?” he grinned playfully hoping she would loosen up and get over whatever was bothering her.

“Whoa, head rush,”

Amp did her best to hide a smirk as Sam lost his balance. Over the course of the next few minutes, she watched him slow down and grow sluggish, while they talked. She ignored it, hoping that maybe he would feel it was just him. But he didn't completely fall unconscious, much to her frustration.

He was definitely relaxed, though.

“what you got for dessert?” he asked, leaning into her. Inside, she cringed slightly. But surely he couldn't be far from falling out now. Right?

She pulled a impish smile onto her face, closed the gap between them and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Depends. There's ice cream in the freezer. Unless...." she replied, running a light finger along his jawline. "....you're in the mood for something else."

She tried to quell the pounding in her chest that had absolutely nothing to do with excitement.

"Depends. There's ice cream in the freezer. Unless...." "....you're in the mood for something else."

Sam fought back the blood that was rushing to his face when she kissed him on the nose. Sam smiled and thought about the ice cream for a second but then pushed it out of his mind as he kissed Amanda, “Well what would be that something else?” asked Sam in a flirtatious tone as he looked her in her eyes. Her finger running along the jaw line tingled with excitement as goose bumps formed over his arms and legs.

Sam had to shake his head for a second as his vision became blurry for a second, but only a second. Because his heart started to beat faster as excitement came over his body and pushed back the dizzy feeling he was getting earlier.

“Well what would be that something else?”

Amp fought back consternation. He seemed to have caught her drift quite readily, and excitement came through in his voice. Not the reaction she was hoping for....

He shook his head a bit. His eyes seemed a bit out of focus. Maybe he wasn't far from passing out after all. If she was lucky.

<"You've started it now. Can't go back.">

Steeling herself, she slipped her arms around the back of Sam's neck, and letting her hands slip below his shirt collar.

"I dunno. Use your imagination." She nuzzled his chin playfully.

A pair of mocking eyes flashed in front of her. Her heart quickened and her grip on him tightened, pulling him closer. With the pair of them already in such close proximity, and him unable to see her facial expression, coupled with the natural vibrations her bones gave off when under stress.....

Her actions could have easily been misread as excitement and intent.

"I dunno. Use your imagination."

Sam’s locked eyes with Amanda for a second, ‘she serious?’ thought Sam as he tried to think of the situation. They were never in a situation quite like this one but if she was ready so was Sam. Sam felt her hands on his back as he leaned in to kiss her, “I have a pretty wild imagination…” Sam kissed her again and held her close. Sam’s heartbeat quickened as his vision started to blur again, ‘Not happening, your fine Sam, grow a pair, she is right here, all you could ever want in a girl…. Don’t screw this up!’ argued Sam in his head as he tried to focus on his dream girl.

“I have a pretty wild imagination…”

"Heh." Amp barely heard him. When Sam kissed her she returned the caress, but almost by rote. Her throat had gone dry.

Their bodies drew closer, but she wasn't sure if it was his heartbeat that she was hearing, or her own. She could feel the sluggishness of his movements, but it wasn't enough, so she tried again.

They were sitting on the couch still. Still hanging onto his neck, she twisted her body and position quickly, simultaneously planting herself in his lap and pulling him into another lip lock. That was safe enough-

The imaged flashed in front of her eyes again, glaring in a way that made her feel soiled. An insufferable crawling sensation began emerging in her legs, like bugs under her skin.

Amp froze physically, while her mind momentarily blanked out. Her eyes remained open, though unfocused. And though she wasn't aware of it, the vibration had spread to her entire body, and she'd begun to shake a bit.

Those eyes continued to glare at her greedily.

Sam’s arms were around Amanda when she returned the kiss and almost out of reaction his hands slid down her waist a little. Sam was a little surprised by her reaction as Amanda ended up twisting onto his lap. Sam was pulled into another short make out session, which only lasted a few short seconds because Sam felt Amanda tense up.

Sam stopped kissing her and pulled his head back to look at her… her stare was blank and unfocused as if she was seeing something that wasn’t there. She was shaking as well, something was wrong. Sam rubbed Amanda’s shoulder trying to get her to focus on him, “Amanda….Amanda….You okay?”

Concern was once again filling his mind just like the week before with her little diabetic episode. Sam stared tentatively at Amanda hoping she would answer him.

The eyes staring at her were not Sam's. They belonged to a man dead six years, someone who had taken something very precious to her. A man Amp had killed with her own two hands, and enjoyed every minute of it. Partially caught in the throes of a traumatic flashback, she couldn't think properly. But she did make a logical, to her anyway, path toward a conclusion:

The eyes were not Sam's, but Sam wanted the same thing the eyes had. He could not have it. She would not let him, like she'd let the eyes.

Not this time.

“Amanda….Amanda….You okay?”

On the outside the dainty redhead, groaned softly, and shook her head.

"I'm sorry," she told him, her voice much softer than it had been. "Just a bit shaky is all. It will pass." She smiled, and nuzzled into his chest. "Just hold me for a bit. Please?" One fingernail slowly traced small circles on the back of his neck. "I'll be fine."

On the outside, Amp had not changed. She still put on the same vulnerable act, waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in and knock the gentle giant out.

On the inside.... Amanda Enders had long ago ceased to exist. It had just taken her mind to catch up with what her body had known for six years.

"I'm sorry," Just a bit shaky is all. It will pass." "Just hold me for a bit. Please?" "I'll be fine."

Sam just pulled her closer and stopped kissing her, his hands which were at her waist were now back up to the her back as Sam hugged her, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Sam just sat there holding Amanda listening to her breathing as his head started to swim again, ‘Come on stay awake don’t sleep,” Sam let out a large yawn as his gripped tightened for a second then loosened he seemed to be super relaxed as he said, “I could stay like this forever.” He smiled as he kissed Amanda on the cheek this time “you got me so relaxed…. Think I might fall asleep…” Sam’s eyelids were feeling heavy as the voice in his head yelled in defeat, ‘NOOO, what are you doing?’ Sam’s eyes shut as he was holding onto Amanda. Sam felt dizzy and drifted off to sleep.

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

"I know."

His heartbeat was slowing. She could distinguish it from her own now.

“I could stay like this forever.”

"Mmmm." She continued to stare at the far wall when he kissed her. She pulled one hand away from his neck, and spread her fingers over his heart, focusing on the soft beating.

“you got me so relaxed…. Think I might fall asleep…”

"Sleep is good," she replied soothingly. "Everyone needs to sleep."

His breathing finally eased, settling into a relaxed rhythm. His hands slipped, and so did he into dreamland.

Amp stayed where she was for a short time, eyes half lidded, listening to the steady throb in his chest. Then she quietly rose. She began gathering plates and bottles, and took them back to the kitchen. She dumped leftover food in the garbage disposal and trash, and began washing dishes in the sink. The apartment was eerily silent throughout the tasks, all sounds masked by the redheaded sonic. Only she could hear herself humming a macabre version of a kid's tune.

Finally the kitchen was scrubbed clean. Amp silently walked back toward the living room. Sam still lay passed out on the couch. She stood over him, tilting her head from one side to the other. She lightly sat on his lap again, examining the lines of his face. He looked so happy. She wondered who he was dreaming about?

Deftly her tiny hands undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest. He was certainly well-muscled. She leaned down, placing her ear over his heart.

All it would take would be a knife, or perhaps a bullet, and her work would be done. Simple, easy, maybe a bit messy. But done, without a fuss.

Where was the fun in that?

Her hands slipped between her cheek and his skin. She closed her eyes, and felt. Felt his calmly beating heart. Felt the soft buzz begin to rise in his body. Felt the vibrations begin to build in his bones and muscles. Felt his pulse begin to increase. Felt the fist-sized motor stutter, and try to fight back against the steadily increasing quake. A quake bent on shaking the life out of the delicate little organ, and the body it inhabited.

A tiny, pleased smile settled onto Amp's lips.

"Everyone needs to sleep...."

Sam was dreaming away as he heard a small faint sound…it sounded like a lullaby a mother would sing to her kids… the sad thing was Sam couldn’t remember much of his childhood before he was kidnapped and turned into a murder machine. But something about this tune that was faint seemed to remind him of something. Sam looked around and saw black like how most of his dreams started but within seconds more sounds than the soothing sound of the lullaby a car horn was off in the distance as a pounding sound that sounded like a hammer being forced down on a block of wood echoed throughout the darkness.

The next things to appear were colors; at first they were darker ones but in time white and yellow showed up. The colors started to swirl about as they took shapes and became clear on what they were going to be. Sam opened looked around and spotted a mirror next to him, walking closer to the mirror Sam had to double take. Looking at the mirror Sam. Sam’s eyes began to water as he recognized the boy; it was in a picture of his. Sam had looked upon this face so many times before. It was that of a young boy who was alive a long time ago. It was a younger version of Sam. Sam looked at his facial features, gone were the looks of a hidden sadness and the depressing feeling that was associated with taking a life before. Sam was whole again.

Sam looked around knowing it was all a dream or a repressed memory but he didn’t care, he knew full well that he fell asleep at Amanda’s but this place he was in, memory or not was heaven. Sam followed the sound of the lullaby out of a room and down a blue painted hallway riddled with pictures of a animals and people that didn’t seem to familiar to Sam. Entering another room Sam came across a crib with a baby in it. The baby was standing at the edge of the crib crying. Sam walked over to the crib and put his hands over the edge of the somewhat tall crib. The baby smiled as he raised his hand and grabbed onto Sam’s hand. The gripping was strong considering the child couldn’t be more than a year old.

Foot steps entered the hallway as Sam started to tear as the little baby smiled and gave a small laugh, ‘Brother’ Sam thought as he smiled back at the baby holding his hands gasping the boys hands. A calm and sweet voice entered the room as a women entered the room, “Sam what are you doing to your brother? He isn’t crying anymore, ohh your such a good boy.” Again Sam tears ran down his face as he turned around to see the face of someone he didn’t recognize she was pretty, very pretty and the look of compassion and love filled her face. Sam ran over and hugged the woman as he felt the ground shake horribly the woman’s face turned black as she turned to ice and then shattered. The ground continued to quiver as Sam turned around to the baby boy in the crib, his little brother. ‘Noooo’ Sam called out as he grabbed hold of the baby’s tiny hands only to feel them shatter in his hand.

Sam started to cry sadness now, as his unfamiliar dream became more familiar, face circled around Sam above as they screamed out in horror. Faces of those he had seen before, ones that he killed. Sam continued to cry as foot steps could be heard in the darkness that surrounded him. “Saaammmm” came a harsh and cold voice he heard so many times before. He looked up a say the cold look he was so accustomed to growing up in a strange place full of strange people. The man was tall and dark and full of hate. It was agent Jackson. The ground Sam was standing on continued to shake and tremble as if the world was coming to an end. Jackson reached his hand to Sam as if he was going to reach out to grab his soul and condemn him to death. But before the hand could touch Sam seven large and bright blue heavenly figures sported from thin air.

Sam looked to each of the figures as a small smile appeared on his face. The voices of the golems rang out in a beautiful harmony at once, 'Wake up Sam, Wake up!' the ground continued to shake as Sam found himself becoming more and more conscious of his surroundings.

He was waking up…