Who: Sam Winchester and Tonks When: Sunday night, Jan 20 Where: Sam’s place What: She wants to tell him about Mac, he wants to romance her, we’ll see where it goes Rating: Low Status: Complete
Sam had made dinner. Now he was out of the hospital he was feeling quite a bit better--not that he’d ever felt that bad. He was more guilty that he’d taken up a bed at the hospital where other people had been far more sick than he was. He had gone shopping and was cooking all day, enjoying himself in the kitchen. It smelled like amazingness in his house, roast chicken and potatoes, and spaghetti sauce and garlic bread. He wasn’t sure what Tonks would like, so he made the two dishes. He could always freeze his leftovers and eat like a king all week.
The clock chimed, and Sam finished up in the kitchen. The food would sit, hot, and wait for Tonks to arrive. He turned on the television to a music station, and sat in the living room to wait for her. He always had something to read to occupy his time.
Tonks was still confused about her situation but one thing she knew for sure was that she had to tell Sam she was sleeping with Big Mac. That, at least, was the one thing she did know for sure. Everything else was more of a grey area.
She felt slight trepidation as she walked up to his door but she enjoyed Sam’s company and hoped to at least salvage his friendship if nothing else. She shifted the bottle of wine to her other hand before knocking.
Sam climbed up from the sofa and moved to the door. He pulled it open and broke into a smile at the sight of her. “Hey. Come in.” He stepped aside to let her into his place. “Thanks for coming over. I was pretty excited to get away from the hospital and spend some time in my own kitchen.”
Tonks smiled as he opened the door, “Hey” she replied as she stepped inside, “Thank you for inviting me. I think the kitchen would be the last place I’d miss” she teased gently.
“Yeah? It’s the first place I missed.” Sam said, grinning softly. He closed the door behind her. “Can I take your coat?” He asked, holding his hands out to her.
She smiled, "Well it smells great" she told him before handing him her coat with a thank you and a smile. "Are you feeling better now?" she asked.
Sam hung her coat in the closet quickly, then ushered her into the kitchen to show her what he’d made. “Much. That cure was a miracle,” he said. Not that he’d been feeling that bad to begin with. He moved to pull a couple of wine glasses down and grabbed the corkscrew from the drawer. “I made spaghetti sauce and roast chicken. I didn’t know which you’d prefer, and it just... it felt good to be cooking. Doing something on my own.”
“I’m glad you’re okay” she told him honestly, “And back in your kitchen” she added with a grin, “Though since everything smells so good you’re going to have to help me chose”
"Thanks. I am, too. I thought about you while I was there. A lot." He confessed, opening the wine and pouring a couple of glasses. "Well,” he jumped quickly onto the new subject. "You could try a little of everything. I wouldn't hold it against you." He said with a grin. "I don't have anything for dessert, though."
Tonks blushed a little but happily moved on to the new subject, “A little of everything sounds like a plan to me” she agreed, “I’m sure we can manage without dessert” she added, wincing internally as she knew previously that wouldn’t have been her response.
“No?” Sam said, but he took a plate and started dishing things onto it. He held it out to her once it was full, and then filled one for himself. He picked up his wine glass, too, and motioned for her to follow him to the table. “I really don’t think I was sick enough to be in the hospital. I shouldn’t have been taking up a bed when people were so much more sick than I was.” He felt horribly guilty that people died from that disease.
“The doctors know their stuff Sam” Tonks told him as they sat down, “You can’t feel bad for a decision that was out of your hands. They admitted you which means they obviously thought you should have been there”
“I know, I just... I think I disagree with them. People died. I don’t think I would have.” Trying to save lives, even in this world. Sam settled into the chair and set his plate and glass down. “Tuck in,” he added, grinning. He was a pretty good cook, if he didn’t say so himself. And she looked really pretty in his place.
Tonks didn’t blame him, had she been in the hospital surrounded by people who she believed were worse than her she probably would have felt the same.
“This is really good” she told him smiling after tasting the food, she was apparently surrounded by men that could cook.
Sam gave a nod. “Thanks.” He said, gently. “I do a lot of cooking for myself. When I was younger we moved around a lot... I think I’ve had enough fast food and junk food for two lifetimes.”
Tonks grinned, “I can’t cook to save my life, I’m actually a bit of a disaster in the kitchen” she told him, “But when I was younger there were always far more interesting things to be doing than helping my mom in the kitchen”
“I learned all of this in my adult life.” Sam said, giving a nod. “I could teach you, if you like.” He’d love to spend more time with her. She was strong, smart, beautiful... he felt like a lucky guy just to be sitting across from her at the table.
“That’s sweet of you but you’d be taking your life in your hands or at least the life of your kitchen” she joked, wondering how on earth she was going to tell him she was ‘involved’ with Big Mac.
“It’s worth the risk.” Sam said, smiling over at her. “You’re worth the risk, I mean.” He added, nodding once as if that settled the matter. “I’m sorry I got sick. I really meant to call you.”
Tonks shook her head, “You couldn’t help getting sick” she told him, “And I know you did, please don’t worry about that”
Sam gave a little nod. “Well, we’re here now. We can... I dunno, watch a movie, or something.” He shrugged. “Whatever you wanna do. I’m just glad you came over.”
Tonks sipped her drink giving him a slight smile, “I am too, it’s nice to see you Sam. You’re a good person” she told him, “I...I need to tell you something”
“What’s up?” Sam said, setting down his drink and folding his hands on the table.
“I’m seeing someone” she said, wincing at how lame that sounded, “I don’t want to hurt you and it was completely unexpected but I can’t lie to you. That would be dreadful”
Sam blinked at her. His face fell for a moment, then he corrected it. He smiled. It was a little forced, but he was genuinely happy for her. “That’s okay. Really.” He nodded once. “I’m glad that you found someone.”
“I’m so sorry” she told him, “Honestly, I didn’t set out for this to happen. You’re a great man Sam, really you are. And I’d hate to lose you as a friend”
“Oh,” Sam said, the frown coming back to his features. His forehead crinkled a bit. “Why... why would you think you’d lose me as a friend?” He asked. “Really, we’ve just gone out a couple of times. We’re not... invested.” He said, choosing the word carefully. “Friendship takes some of the pressure off. I’m really glad you told me before I made a fool out of myself and tried to kiss you, or something.” He added, breaking into a grin.
“I don’t know, I guess I just wasn’t sure how you’d react” she told him, she’d built it up in her head so much that it was kind of a relief to know he wasn’t going to hold anything against her. She smiled at him, “You would never have made a fool out of yourself Sam” she assured him.
“Oh, I would have. That’s for sure.” Sam said with a little chuckle. “Thanks for letting me know. So,” he added, then broke into a girly voice and a smile, leaning forward on his elbows and batting his eyelashes, playfully. “What’s he liiiiike?” He asked in a sing-song voice.
That got a laugh out of Tonks, as she blushed and smiled, “Actually he’s my roommates brother” she admitted, while wondering how she had ended up with such wonderful friends. “He’s an apple farmer, lives near this beautiful orchard”
“An apple farmer? That sounds promising.” Sam said, dropping the playfulness, but still just as smiling. “People who know how to tend to plants normally have a lot of patience.” It was his experience, anyway. “That’s not awkward for your roommate, is it?”
She nodded when he mentioned patience, “He cooks too” she said, that was one thing Mac and Sam had in common. She chuckled a little bit, “It’s not too bad. AJ’s a good sport, we tease her but I think she’s okay with it”
“Well, maybe you’re destined to be surrounded by guys that cook.” Sam suggested, giving her a smile. He reached for his wine glass and sipped. “That’s good. I can imagine it might be... weird. I know I wouldn’t want...” He paused. “Actually, I’ve lived through it. It’s awkward.”
“Maybe so” she agreed, “Destiny is stopped me living on takeaways or starving” She sipped her own wine as she listened before asking, “Yeah? Your brother?”
“Yeah. My brother.” Sam said, nodding. “We moved around a lot, and he was... well, he was a lot better with the ladies than I was.” He said. “So, I understand what your roommate might be going through.”
“AJ has her own boyfriend” she told him, who were themselves quite demonstrative, though she guessed as she wasn’t related to John it was probably different, “I hope she doesn’t think it’s awkward” maybe she would talk to AJ and make sure she was okay with it.
“Right. John.” Sam and John were good friends. “I doubt she does. But talking to her about it is probably a good idea.” He added, thoughtfully. “Girls do that, right? Talk?” He grinned a cheeky grin.
“I will” she agreed before shooting him a wide grin, “Apparently so. We can be quite good at it from what I’ve heard” she laughed sticking her tongue out at him quickly before smiling, so glad things had turned out alright in the end.