42 Blueberry Hill, Phoebe's Room, Sunday Afternoon/Evening

[sleepswthdemons]

After the conversation with Lana, Phoebe hadn't come immediately to her bedroom. She had hung out downstairs drinking coffee and trying not to cry about the fact that Lana was hurting -- and that she had used underhanded tactics on her best friend to keep her from running away from here.

After she had drank plenty of tea and coffee -- caffeine kept her awake and from falling into too deep of a sleep, thank gods -- she grabbed Lana's bag again and headed up to her room.

She entered her room quietly so as not to wake up Anders, and headed immediately to the closet to stash the bag. Of course, going into the closet meant that she saw all of the "gifts" and she swallowed, trying to stop shaking.

Crouching down, she retrieved a boittle of tequila and opened it, taking a very long drink, before going to sit in the chair by the window. Anders needed his rest, and from here she could keep an eye on him -- while at the same time not bothering him by her resteless and her anxiety.

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"You were almost killed," she retorted. "No way was I letting any demon get away with that." She looked away for a moment. "I had a premonition... saw the demon and went after him. He was going to kill me... but something stopped him."

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"Do you think it's the same guy?" Sam could have argued with her about the wisdom of going hunting, but he wasn't in the mood to fight. "Because the one who attacked me . . . he could've finished me off, too, but he didn't."

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"My stalker killed him."

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"Your stalker . . ." Sam shook his head. "Phoebe, none of this makes any sense."

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Phoebe was starting to tremble just a little. "He said he couldn't have me... that I belonged to him..."

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The hell with his ribs, or the stupid stab wound in his stomach -- Sam reached over and pulled Phoebe into his arms.

"He can't have you," he said fiercely. "That's why . . . he told me I couldn't have you, either."

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Phoebe had tears in her eyes. "I was right... you almost got killed because of me... just like Cole did..."

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"Listen to me, love," Sam said, his lips against her ear as he held her close, willing himself to ignore the pain in his chest. "I knew what the risks were. He almost killed me and I still wanted to be with you. I still do. It's worth it, do you understand?"

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"Are you sure, Anders? Because, I wouldn't hold it against you if you changed your mind."

Which she still worried he'd do once the pain meds were completely out of his system.

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"Yes, I'm sure." He nuzzled her cheek. "Not changing my mind on this. Not letting go of you again."

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Phoebe wrapped an arm around him gently. "Don't want to lose you again."

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"You won't. I promise." Sam kissed her very softly.

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Phoebe leaned into the kiss. "Holding you to that."

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"Just like I'm holding you to not trying to stay away from me to protect me?" asked Sam.

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Phoebe leaned her forehead against his. "I'm trying... but I am so damn scared I'm going to get you killed."

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"You?" Sam laughed and slid his good hand up into her hair. "I know you . . . you'd move the earth to keep me from getting hurt. I'm safer with you than I am without you."

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"I'll always do my best to protect you and keep you safe."

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"And I love you for it, baby," murmured Sam.