Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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He wanted to talk. Fiona took in a deep breath and slowly nodded, stepping back from the table so that he could lead the way to his room.
 
Sam welcomed Fiona up to his private room after giving a nod to Stacia on his way. Once they stepped into the room and Sam closed the door, he turned to Fiona with an incredibly tired expression. "I've been thinkin' a lot today... About us."
 
"So have I." Fiona said softly as she moved to sit on the edge of Sam's bed. "And my entire family, for that matter. They're worried about me, if I'm honest."
 
"So am I, if I'm just as honest," Sam admitted quietly before drawing out a chair to sit facing her. "I want this to work, Fiona. As much as my head tells me t'let go an' never think o' anything like love again... I know I'll regret it fer the rest o' my life if I let you go so easily. Y'did what you thought you 'ad to... Fer yer own sake an' Will's. An' besides that... We promised, no regrets."
 
"Of course there's regrets, Sam." Fiona said, looking up at him with her blue eyes, a long sigh issuing from her lips. "I'll regret what I did for the rest of my days. I'll regret hurting you so much until I die."

She went quiet for a long moment, her gaze drifting down to the floor. "I'm no better than my Da. You promised me a beautiful world. I was too stubborn to believe that it might actually come true."
 
"Th'only thing I can really promise you, fairytales aside... is tha' I'll try my best if we do give this another try. It'll take a long time t'get back to what we were if we do try... But I'm willing to give it a go, love." It was the first time he'd called her 'love' since her night with Dorn.
 
"Don't call me that." Fiona responded tearfully, hating herself for crying over something so simple as his pet name for her. "I don't deserve it."
 
"Fiona..." Sam reached out to touch her hand. "I don' know how any of this works... But I do know th' last thing I want is fer you t'cry anymore. Even when I was angry... The last thing I wanted was t'hurt you, but I know I did."
 
"It isn't you, Sam." Fiona murmured, wiping her tears as he gently touched her hand. "It's me. You might be able to forgive me, but I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself. I broke the trust that you had. I did what I shouldn't have. And look at what it got me."
 
"I'm willing t'see if we can work this out. But I need t'know if you are too. There's no rush, I jus' want to know where we stand." Taking her hand in a gentle grip, Sam added softly, "I'd like us t'be on good terms by the time we get 'ome, at least."
 
"I love you." Fiona murmured, looking up at him again, tears still in her blue eyes. "That never stopped. When you wouldn't speak to me, the world felt like it had ended. When I saw you today in the market with that other fox, I felt like someone had punched me in the belly. I wanted to be the person that you smiled and laughed with."
 
"Don' you worry about Stacia," Sam assured her. "She's an old family friend, nothin' more. As fer you an' I... It might take time, but we can grt back t'that. We both want this t'work, don' we? Yer the first lass I let myself open up to, an' I see now y'weren't out t'hurt me. I don' want t'waste all tha'."
 
"I do want this to work, Sam." Fiona said, almost afraid to hope that it might work out in the end. "I care about you a great deal. I promise I'll try my hardest to make up for all of this heartache that I caused."
 
"You don' have t'make up for it. But from now on... if you're in trouble, let me know. I can help. Tha's all I want, so you don' feel like you 'ave t'repay people 'r work for them anymore. I may no' understand the way criminals work with each other... but I do know how t'help people get out o'trouble with them. I know yer independent, an' I love tha'. But let me help when it's people's well-being on th'line, especially yours."
 
"I promise." Fiona said quickly, willing to promise Sam anything if it meant that they might still have a chance to be together. "We're in this together. For good or bad."
 
Sam took her hand then, and though she could still see a bit of sadness in his gaze, there was also some hope. "It'll be a while before things get back t'normal... but I think I'll stick around if y'like. Nothin's pressin' back 'ome."
 
"I'd like to stay here for a while. At least until the solstice. It would mean a lot to my grandparents if I did. My uncles as well. We found out that Invah's mate is alive and waiting for her, but she seems content for the moment." Fiona said as Sam took her hand and held it tightly. "If you like, you can come with us to the mountains. She can carry the both of us easily."
 
"We'll 'ave t'make some arrangements fer Kennah an' Roman, but I'd like t'join you," Sam murmured with a nod.
 
"I'll ask my uncles. They might know somewhere that can take both of the drakes and keep them in line while we go." Fiona commented, looking at Sam as he seemed at least a little more hopeful. "I better be going back home. My grandfather worries about me and I'm sure that Uncle Rhett has dinner waiting for me."
 
"D'you want me t'walk you back?" He asked quietly, rising from his seat with her, still holding her hand.
 
It was his way of showing her that he was making an effort to forgive and forget. Fiona wanted to tell him no, especially on such a cold evening, but instead she nodded, giving his hand a squeeze.

"That would be nice." Fiona said softly, still not daring to hope for very much.
 
Sam welcomed Fiona to follow him back down the stairs and he gave Stacia and Tavir a nod before he took his cloak and stepped outside with Fiona. As the sun had gone down, it had grown bitterly cold outside. Because of the mountains nearby, wind seemed to funnel through and make it even colder, but it was a bit out of the ordinary for it to be so cold so early in winter. Perhaps it was a hint that this winter would be particularly hard.
 
"I worry about my grandparents in this cold." Fiona mentioned as she pulled her hood up against the light snow and howling winds. "My grandmother especially. She's a strong woman, but I think the cold takes its toll on her immensely."
 
"Stacia an' Tavir were talkin' about it too, worryin' fer the older folks here. Some o' the younger warriors're plannin' on takin' time off work t'help everyone stock up on firewood. Think I might join 'em, make myself useful while I'm 'ere."
 
"My uncle spent today repairing the cracks in their walls to make sure that they could stay warm through the winter. I don't like the thought of losing them so soon after having found them. It makes me want to stay all winter to make sure that they are well taken care of." Fiona confessed, glancing towards Sam with a bit of heartache in her eyes. "They never got over losing my Ma."
 
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