Sam Witwicky

October 26th

Thu, 24 Oct 2013 01:14:01 GMT

Sam was kind of miserable. He knew that he should probably be over it by now, or at least he should feel less miserable or something, but he wasn't. So many people had been leaving the island lately that everyone had lost someone close. Those people all leaving made him think of all the other people that had left over the years and even the people back home that he missed and just... yeah. It was not a pleasant thought process.

So he did something to take his mind off of it, something that would take enough of his focus that he could stop thinking about all of his friends that he couldn't see anymore; Rock Band. Of course, since so many people had left it was basically Guitar Hero, but whatever. He had it set up in the Rec Room and the difficulty set up fairly high. With any luck he'd be able to zone out to his problems and just focus on the game.

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For Cassie

Sun, 14 Jul 2013 05:54:30 GMT

Sam collapsed next to Cassie, panting heavily as his body came down from the most amazing high. Having sex with Cassie never, ever got old. He was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to get old but with most things you did over and over that eventually happened. Not with this though. Or rather, not with Cassie. Sam was still crazy about her and more in love with her every day. It was kind of annoying, he knew. They were that cutesy couple that couldn't get enough of each other when they first started dating. Only they had been dating for a while.

That's not to say they didn't have their arguments, because they did. Like just an hour or so ago they had been having an argument about cleaning. Mostly about how Cassie hated it. Sam hated it too, but he still did it. Sometimes it had seemed like Sam did all the cleaning and when she talked about how much she hated doing it, he snapped a little bit. He hated it too, he just still did it. Cassie could physically push herself harder than anyone he knew, but it was a huge struggle for her to clean.

So they had fought. And then they had make up sex, which was the most awesome release for all that pent up frustration and energy.

"I would almost get into a fight with you, just to go through that," he said, trying to catch his breath. Sex with Cassie, especially make up sex, could be incredibly physical.

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Tue, 02 Apr 2013 03:03:56 GMT

Sam had gotten used to the island. Actually, he really liked the island. He liked the people there, how interesting it was, and he especially liked Cassie. Okay, he especially loved Cassie. One of the things he loved about her was snuggling up next to her in bed. It was one of the guaranteed ways to delay her early mornings just a bit.

Growling happily, Sam scooted closer to her under the covers and slid an arm along her bare shoulder and across her... oddly flat chest. While Cassie wasn't exactly in the same category as Wonder Woman in the breast department, neither was she a slouch.

"What the hell," Sam said with a yawn, trying to force his brain to work properly so he could figure out what the heck was going on. Spooning? Check. Bed? Check. Room at home? Check.

Only, one of those things wasn't like the others. One of them didn't belong.

"Holy shit!" Sam said, sitting bolt upright in his bed, surrounded by all his stuff back home. "I'm home! I'm home!"

A moment later, the revelation of what that meant hit him.

"No. No no no. I can't be home, I can't- I can't be home. I- I have Cassie, I have Cassie back on the island and I can't leave her. And Coraline is going to kill me and- I have to get back. I have to get back to the island. Wait, no, I have to warn the Autobots first, then I have to get back to the island!"

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Tue, 16 Oct 2012 01:58:35 GMT

Sam had noticed that Dr. Zimmerman was feelings less than psyched about how she looked while pregnant. Personally, he still thought she still looked amazing, but he could see how she would maybe feel a bit down about it all the same.

His shift at the vet clinic was just about over and she was coming in after him, so he was hastily writing her a card to help cheer her up.

Dear Dr. Mrs. Zimmerman. I'm sorry I didn't quite get everything done today, but it's really hard to work here without thinking of you, and thoughts of you are really distracting. So really, it's not my fault but yours for being hot. So in the future if you would like me to get all my work done please be less hot.

Sincerely,
Sam.

P.S. Just kidding. Don't ever be less hot.

Sam looked at the note and gave a nod, pleased with it. Hopefully she would find it after he left and it would make sure smile. Turning around, he came face to face with Dr. Mrs. Zimmerman.

"Uh. Hello. I was just... writing. Nothing. Writing nothing. Certainly not a note. That is in my hand right now."

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Dated June 11th

Wed, 04 Jul 2012 06:33:42 GMT

It had been hours since he had seen the movie and the initial rage and shock had worn off. Some of the things his friends had done for him had helped, but nothing could truly make what he had seen better. Now he just felt numb.

He needed Cassie. He was glad that she wasn't there to see the movie with him, because he wouldn't want her to see him going through all that. Not what was happening on the screen or what he had done in response to it. But he needed her now.

When he neared the hut, he was relieved to hear her inside of it. It was weird how quickly he had become accustomed to the sounds of her living there. They were comforting. Sure there was the regular problems about who slept where on the bed and whether it was big enough, but overall living together had been pretty good.

Opening the door without saying a word, Sam just walked up to her and hugged her, holding her tight and taking solace in the knowledge that for right now, Cassie was something that was safe, something that was sure.

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Fri, 20 Apr 2012 20:47:42 GMT

Sam had gotten used to the hike to Cassie's place, but that didn't mean he still didn't grumble a bit when he had to make it. Yeah, it was a small concession to make to visit the most amazing girl in the world (or several worlds, depending on your experience with inter-dimensional travel) but that didn't make it fun. It also made it especially difficult if you wanted to bring your girlfriend a treat of ice cream or something.

During the Old West though, he didn't have to worry about that particular problem. It was stupid hot though, so even just jogging there was brutal. Besides that, there weren't really any athletic clothes for the time period, which meant he had to walk the entire distance in tight jeans, flannel, and boots.

Fortunately, Cassie was worth it.

"Cassie!" he called out as he approached the little homestead that was a short ways from the main section of the town. Reaching into his bag, he tossed a sandwich he had brought to Iris, hoping it would at least temporary appease the dog.

"Your incredible loyal and loving boyfriend has hiked all this way to see you. Please be appropriately flattered."

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Dated January 1st

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 22:21:54 GMT

Sam was nervous. Not just a little nervous either, but like a lot nervous. The kind of nervous where he just didn't stop talking and he rambled on and on. He hoped that Cassie didn't think he was worried or scared. It was more of an excited nervous.

It had helped that they had done a lot of stuff up until now. Being naked with each other on a semi-regular basis and engaging is sexual acts that weren't quite sex had helped a lot. That didn't mean this still wasn't kind of a huge step, even if for no other reason than they'd been avoiding it for a while, giving it significance.

When they stepped into his apartment, he took his coat off of Cassie's shoulders where he had put it when they started to walk home so that she didn't get too cold.

"Have I told you in the last five minutes you were the most gorgeous person there tonight?"

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