Arrested By You
by SparklingFae
Sam POV
I was drawn to Bella Swan. She had become a force to be reckoned with and I would be the first to admit that it gave me a bit of a hard on. I hadn't touched or so much looked at another woman since my Emily had died, but there was something about Chief Swan's only daughter that had me wanting to get to know who she had become since she had left Forks. She was an enigma and I would figure her out; I could feel my wolf chomping at the bit. He was just as eager as the human side of me was to get to know who she had become. I was lost in my musings when I felt her jab me to get my attention.
"Huh?" I replied eloquently, before looking around.
She raised a brow and then spoke, amusement lacing her tone. "We are the last ones to get our luggage, Sam."
I gave her a slightly sheepish shrug and made my way with her through the terminal to get our luggage. She had not only shocked me about her degree, but she was showing me that she wasn't the shy little Bella Swan that everyone had once known. I was not a man to blush and stumble over my words, but this new and improved Bella made me do all of those things. Gathering our luggage, I looked over to her and grinned.
"Are you ready?" I asked her before heading towards the exit and to where I had left my pickup parked.
She nodded and followed along at my side. I made sure to keep my strides a little shorter than normal so she could keep up. We loaded the truck and headed out. It was going to be a long ride back to Forks, but I was hoping things would not be as strained between us. She seemed to be lost in thought as I drove down the highway, listening to some pop tune that seemed popular with the teenagers I busted occasionally for drinking down on First Beach. I was surprised when Bella started singing along under her breath. Her voice wove a web of magic that seemed to lure me in hard and fast.
I was at a loss as to why I felt such a connection to her. It had been awhile since I had felt anything, I had been so numb for so long, so naturally I was reluctant to break the woven magic of the moment, but I wanted to speak to her, to get to know her.
"Did you just graduate?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the hushed mood too much.
I saw her look at me before nodding; her tone was quiet like she wasn't sure she wanted to continue, but she eventually did.
"I am kind of considering applying to work in La Push."
I was taken aback that she wanted to come back to the area, but in a good way. This could be an opportunity for both of us, a fresh start. I felt hope blossom at the prospect of Bella returning to the area and giving us an opportunity to delve into whatever this was between us.
We passed the time during the rest of the drive talking about what had been going on since I had last seen her five or six years ago. The more she talked, the more I was feeling as if this was similar to an imprint, but it wasn't quite what I had experienced with Emily. My wolf liked Bella. That was what surprised me the most, my wolf refused to pay attention to any other woman apart from my Emily, either before or after her death, but he was rolling with eagerness at the prospect of Bella. I knew I was going to have to ask Old Quil or Billy if they had ever heard or read of anything like this after losing an imprint. It was a pleasant feeling of synergy between my wolf and I; he wasn’t so desperate for her that it clouded all my other senses and desires.
The trip flew by and it seemed that hardly any time had passed before I was pulling up to Charlie's. I jumped out of my truck and grabbed her luggage, handing her the spare key the Chief had given me and followed her up the sidewalk to the front door, carrying her bags for her. She opened the door and I stepped inside. She didn't have to tell me where to put the suitcases. I took them straight up to the bedroom that she had used when she lived here before.
"Thank you, Sam, for coming to tell me in person and accompanying me back here,” she said as I came back down.
I felt like a grinning fool as I spoke in a slightly huskier tone than normal. "No need to thank me Bella. It was an honor. I am sure I will see you again while you’re here."
‘At least I hope so.’ I thought, silently regarding her, smile still on my lips.
She raised her brow and nudged me with her hand.
"Didn't you hear a damn thing I said, Sam Uley? I am moving back up here for good!" she declared hotly and folded her arms across her chest.
‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘She is a damn fireball.’
With that second thought, I shifted; trying to be sly about it, but her fierce attitude had made me hard. I had to get out of here or I felt like I was going to explode. I needed some relief and the only thing that was truly going to ease the fire was the woman before me. My hand would have to suffice in her stead. I did my best to hide my smirk as I addressed her again.
"Well, I guess I won’t be getting rid of you so easily then, will I?"
I knew she had seen the subtle shift and it showed by the amusement that flickered in her gaze.
Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward and murmured in my ear, "Go take care of that…Big Boy before I do."
I shuddered slightly and murmured right back, "I might take you up on that...another night."
With a smirk and a wink, I headed back down to my truck, muttering to myself. "Let the games begin."
~~**~~
I was on my way into the hospital in Forks the next day when I heard my name spoken in a sultry whisper. I knew it had to be her, the one who had tormented me all last night in my dreams, Bella. With a quick glance and a smirk curving my lips, I stopped and waited for her.
"Hey Bella, sleep well?"
I couldn't resist teasing her as we made our way in together. From the blush that tinted her cheeks, I could tell that whatever she had dreamed of had been more than she wished to admit to, at least to me anyway. We were quiet as we walked into Charlie's room, the man who had taught me so much was still unconscious, a ventilator forcing his chest to rise and fall rhythmically and monitors of every sort surrounding him.
I could tell how seeing him like this affected Bella, which in turn affected me. I made a mental note as I watched her approach him slowly to talk to Billy and Old Quil soon. I needed answers about this connection between Bella and I before either of us got hurt.
Her fingers touched his cheek gently; I could smell the scent of tears in her eyes as she looked over him. He remained completely still and immobile, not reacting at all to her touch. She trembled as she sank into the chair at his bedside and rested her forehead against his bruised forearm, the salty scent of her tears heavy in the air to my sensitive nose.
I squeezed her shoulder lightly and stepped out into the hallway, struggling against a torrent of unexpected emotion. I could hear every rustle from within the room, but was trying to give her the illusion of privacy. I wanted to keep her safe, protect her from the pain and fear she was facing, but it wasn’t yet my place. The depth of emotion was confusing for me. I heard her whispered words as clearly as if they were spoken right next to me.
“I’m here now, Dad. I’m home. Sam did a good job. He brought me home to you.”
I was drawn to Bella Swan. She had become a force to be reckoned with and I would be the first to admit that it gave me a bit of a hard on. I hadn't touched or so much looked at another woman since my Emily had died, but there was something about Chief Swan's only daughter that had me wanting to get to know who she had become since she had left Forks. She was an enigma and I would figure her out; I could feel my wolf chomping at the bit. He was just as eager as the human side of me was to get to know who she had become. I was lost in my musings when I felt her jab me to get my attention.
"Huh?" I replied eloquently, before looking around.
She raised a brow and then spoke, amusement lacing her tone. "We are the last ones to get our luggage, Sam."
I gave her a slightly sheepish shrug and made my way with her through the terminal to get our luggage. She had not only shocked me about her degree, but she was showing me that she wasn't the shy little Bella Swan that everyone had once known. I was not a man to blush and stumble over my words, but this new and improved Bella made me do all of those things. Gathering our luggage, I looked over to her and grinned.
"Are you ready?" I asked her before heading towards the exit and to where I had left my pickup parked.
She nodded and followed along at my side. I made sure to keep my strides a little shorter than normal so she could keep up. We loaded the truck and headed out. It was going to be a long ride back to Forks, but I was hoping things would not be as strained between us. She seemed to be lost in thought as I drove down the highway, listening to some pop tune that seemed popular with the teenagers I busted occasionally for drinking down on First Beach. I was surprised when Bella started singing along under her breath. Her voice wove a web of magic that seemed to lure me in hard and fast.
I was at a loss as to why I felt such a connection to her. It had been awhile since I had felt anything, I had been so numb for so long, so naturally I was reluctant to break the woven magic of the moment, but I wanted to speak to her, to get to know her.
"Did you just graduate?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the hushed mood too much.
I saw her look at me before nodding; her tone was quiet like she wasn't sure she wanted to continue, but she eventually did.
"I am kind of considering applying to work in La Push."
I was taken aback that she wanted to come back to the area, but in a good way. This could be an opportunity for both of us, a fresh start. I felt hope blossom at the prospect of Bella returning to the area and giving us an opportunity to delve into whatever this was between us.
We passed the time during the rest of the drive talking about what had been going on since I had last seen her five or six years ago. The more she talked, the more I was feeling as if this was similar to an imprint, but it wasn't quite what I had experienced with Emily. My wolf liked Bella. That was what surprised me the most, my wolf refused to pay attention to any other woman apart from my Emily, either before or after her death, but he was rolling with eagerness at the prospect of Bella. I knew I was going to have to ask Old Quil or Billy if they had ever heard or read of anything like this after losing an imprint. It was a pleasant feeling of synergy between my wolf and I; he wasn’t so desperate for her that it clouded all my other senses and desires.
The trip flew by and it seemed that hardly any time had passed before I was pulling up to Charlie's. I jumped out of my truck and grabbed her luggage, handing her the spare key the Chief had given me and followed her up the sidewalk to the front door, carrying her bags for her. She opened the door and I stepped inside. She didn't have to tell me where to put the suitcases. I took them straight up to the bedroom that she had used when she lived here before.
"Thank you, Sam, for coming to tell me in person and accompanying me back here,” she said as I came back down.
I felt like a grinning fool as I spoke in a slightly huskier tone than normal. "No need to thank me Bella. It was an honor. I am sure I will see you again while you’re here."
‘At least I hope so.’ I thought, silently regarding her, smile still on my lips.
She raised her brow and nudged me with her hand.
"Didn't you hear a damn thing I said, Sam Uley? I am moving back up here for good!" she declared hotly and folded her arms across her chest.
‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘She is a damn fireball.’
With that second thought, I shifted; trying to be sly about it, but her fierce attitude had made me hard. I had to get out of here or I felt like I was going to explode. I needed some relief and the only thing that was truly going to ease the fire was the woman before me. My hand would have to suffice in her stead. I did my best to hide my smirk as I addressed her again.
"Well, I guess I won’t be getting rid of you so easily then, will I?"
I knew she had seen the subtle shift and it showed by the amusement that flickered in her gaze.
Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward and murmured in my ear, "Go take care of that…Big Boy before I do."
I shuddered slightly and murmured right back, "I might take you up on that...another night."
With a smirk and a wink, I headed back down to my truck, muttering to myself. "Let the games begin."
~~**~~
I was on my way into the hospital in Forks the next day when I heard my name spoken in a sultry whisper. I knew it had to be her, the one who had tormented me all last night in my dreams, Bella. With a quick glance and a smirk curving my lips, I stopped and waited for her.
"Hey Bella, sleep well?"
I couldn't resist teasing her as we made our way in together. From the blush that tinted her cheeks, I could tell that whatever she had dreamed of had been more than she wished to admit to, at least to me anyway. We were quiet as we walked into Charlie's room, the man who had taught me so much was still unconscious, a ventilator forcing his chest to rise and fall rhythmically and monitors of every sort surrounding him.
I could tell how seeing him like this affected Bella, which in turn affected me. I made a mental note as I watched her approach him slowly to talk to Billy and Old Quil soon. I needed answers about this connection between Bella and I before either of us got hurt.
Her fingers touched his cheek gently; I could smell the scent of tears in her eyes as she looked over him. He remained completely still and immobile, not reacting at all to her touch. She trembled as she sank into the chair at his bedside and rested her forehead against his bruised forearm, the salty scent of her tears heavy in the air to my sensitive nose.
I squeezed her shoulder lightly and stepped out into the hallway, struggling against a torrent of unexpected emotion. I could hear every rustle from within the room, but was trying to give her the illusion of privacy. I wanted to keep her safe, protect her from the pain and fear she was facing, but it wasn’t yet my place. The depth of emotion was confusing for me. I heard her whispered words as clearly as if they were spoken right next to me.
“I’m here now, Dad. I’m home. Sam did a good job. He brought me home to you.”