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"There's No Place Like Home" - Part 11
Sam began to stir awake, immediately aware of his surroundings. Each time he woke up in the hospital it still came as a shock to him, and he forced the memories of the shooting from his mind. After a moment he realized that something was different, he wasn't alone.
He looked down the side of his bed, and smiled as he saw Caitlin's sleeping form there, her head on his bed. He gently reached out his hand and stroked her cheek, feeling dampness. He closed his eyes briefly, realizing she had been crying. He opened his eyes and watched her again, smiling down at her, continuing to stroke her cheek, then ran his fingers through her hair. A part of him wanted to let her sleep, feeling content and comfortable having her there with him after almost two years. But a larger part of him needed to hear her voice, so he began to gently massage her scalp and stroke her cheek with his thumb, softly calling her name. "Caitlin"
After a few seconds Caitlin began to wake, at first disoriented, then the noises of the hospital machines registered into Caitlin's mind. Then she heard something else, her name. She quickly opened her eyes and found Sam's blue ones on her. She slowly sat up, holding Sam's hand against her cheek, feeling his warmth.
"Hey" he said, his voice husky from sleep.
"Don't you hey me." She said softly stern. "Didn't they teach you to duck when you heard gunshots?"
"Who's they?" he asked smiling.
"You know what I mean." She laughed softly.
"Well if I would've known that my being in the hospital would bring you home, I would've gotten shot..."
Caitlin placed her fingers gently over his mouth, stopping his words. She shook her head and whispered "Don't please." Then she smiled. "Well I see your ego hasn't deflated. What makes you think you're the reason I came home?"
"Wishful thinking." He answered, looking in her eyes.
Caitlin smiled and looked down, slightly embarrassed, her stomach performing gymnastics. Even lying in a hospital bed he had this much affect on her. She looked back up at him, putting on a sultry face. "I see, but there is a problem."
"What's that?" he asked.
"How are we supposed to continue our torrid love affair with you in the hospital, Mr. Seaborn."
He smiled at the mention of their long standing joke. "Well I do see a bed, Miss Bartlet."
"Yes, but we both know you need your full strength to handle me." She whispered huskily.
"I'm not that weak." He answered conspiratorially.
Caitlin sat up quickly. "You know if you don't watch out I might very well take advantage of your current situation to seduce you."
Sam smiled at her and took her hand. "I've missed you Caitie."
"Here are the new poll results Caitie." Sam called out to Caitlin as he approached her across the office.
Caitlin turned around to face Sam. "What did you call me?"
Caitlin smirked at him, trying to be stern "That's not my name."
"Sure it is"
"Not it's not."
"It's your nickname."
"No, it's A nickname for the name Caitlin. However it is not MY nickname. No one calls me Caitie."
"Because I don't like it."
"It fits you though."
She just gave him a look.
"It's a happy sounding, pretty name. It's you." Sam continued.
"Samuel..." Caitlin began.
"All I'm saying is that it is a very nice name and I'm going to call you that." Sam said smiling at her before walking off to handle another campaign problem.
Caitlin smiled down at Sam. "You are still the only person in the world to call me Caitie."
"I know. I like that." Sam said quietly.
Caitlin looked at him and for the first time in two years felt compelled to answer him honestly. "Me too."
Sam smiled victoriously and opened his mouth to say something, but his door opened as the Doctor walked in. "I'm sorry but I need to check on my patient" he said.
Caitlin got up slowly. "I'll come back later. Get some rest."
"I will" Sam said still holding her hand. "I'm glad you're here."
She reached over and caressed his cheek, "Where else would I be?" she whispered. Then, unable to stop herself she bent down and brushed her lips against his. She smiled at him one last time and left the room