Redone
Fandom: Primeval: New World
Pairing: Mac Rendell x Samantha ‘Sam’ Sedaris
Word count: 582
Mac Rendell sat at the hospital bedside of Samantha Sedaris, reading Evil Under The Sun by Agatha Christie to her. She’d started it the day before, and Mac had included it in the list of things from his flat that Ange had gone to pick up at Evan’s request.
She’d managed to fend off the creature for the few seconds it took for the lift to open, stabbing her baton against its eye, pressing back on the baton locked between its jaws. Its disturbingly handlike paws had swiped and scratched at her, tearing up her abdomen and chest, even leaving slashes on her thighs and arms. She’d somehow kicked the beast off her when the lift opened and scooted back inside, first slamming the heel of her shoe against the door-close button and then against the creature’s muzzle when it interfered with the door’s closing. It had taken every ounce of her remaining energy to send the lift up one floor, and when Toby had gotten back to the Tank she’d seen Sam unconscious on the security feed, but Mac had left before he’d heard. He had still hunted down and killed both creatures while Evan got an ambulance, but he was at her side by the time she was loaded into the vehicle. She’d immediately been whisked into surgery, and the doctors had assured the team that she’d make a full recovery soon enough.
“Mac.” Sam cut him off, not unkindly.
He paused in the middle of pronouncing Poirot’s name to look up at her inquisitively. “What is it? Are the pain meds wearing off?”
She shook her head, suppressing a wince at the slight flare of pain from the shallow bite the Lycaenops had managed to land on her shoulder. “No, I’m pretty numb right now. Can I-” She hesitated, then gathered her courage and finished the thought, more shyly than she’d meant. “Can I have your house key?”
A smile spread across Mac’s face. “Changed your mind, did you?”
Her mouth quirked unbidden at his teasing, but her face returned to seriousness almost immediately later. “When I was in that elevator, trying to stay awake, all I could think about was that if I died, I’d never see you again.” She looked away, tears forming in her eyes. “I guess I like you a lot more than I thought I did.” He voice cracked, and she cursed her emotions.
“Hey.” He leaned forward, setting the book on the floor to take one of her hands in his. “Look at me.” She reluctantly turned her head back, his image slightly blurry from her tears. “You didn’t die. We did see each other again- we’re together right now. If you want they key… you can have it. You don’t have to explain it to me, you don’t have to confront any feelings you may have. You just focus on getting better, alright?”
Sam smiled. “Alright.”
Mac returned it, and he took his hands reluctantly from hers to reach up and take they chain from which his spare key hung off his neck. He wrapped it around her hand, which he then raised to his mouth and kissed the back of. She blushed despite herself- really, it was such a chaste thing, she didn’t know why she was reacting so.
“Now, would you like to hear the rest of the interview, or no more Poirot for tonight?”
“Finish the chapter.” She decided, and with a smile he picked up the book again.
I will definitely write a whumpy version of the scene where she fights it off another time.
