All I Want Is Everything

Best friends rock

Every dream I dream
is like some kinda rash and reckless scene
To give out such crazy love
You must be some kinda drug

And if my time don't ever come
For me you're still the one

Def Leppard, Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad

Later that night, Sam snuggled up to Becca in bed, putting one muscular arm around her and she smiled. "Saw Buck at Ella's today," he mentioned, kissing the back of her neck. "He brought her flowers."

"She's ok, though, really?"

"Yeah, shook up and pissed, and she's going to be funny colors for a while, but although it's nothing to shrug off, she was lucky and the concussion wasn't too bad. I didn't see what happened, I was on the other side of the stage facing away, I just saw her lying onstage. Scared me, I'm not afraid to admit."

"Well, Bucky said he finally asked her out." They were silent a moment, considering this, then they burst out laughing.

"Damn, I used to think the guy had game, but he waited until she was concussed? What, was he hoping her brain was scrambled enough?" He patted his eyes dry with the edge of the sheet. Becca giggled.

"He said that there was never going to be a perfect time and that he needed to act before somebody else swooped in and swept her off her feet." Sam started to laugh again.

"Somehow all I can see now is him crashing into her," he said. Becca snickered.

"They do have a Keystone Kops vibe sometimes," she said. "But he's working on himself, he wants to be a fully functional, independent human being, completely aside from Ella. He'd like to show her that he's not some entitled toddler she'd have to take care of, as a side benefit, but fundamentally, he wants to be an adult who can take care of his necessities, cooking, cleaning, doing his own laundry successfully." She smiled. "Like you."

"I am a pretty good role model," Sam allowed. "That's good, though. Did she accept?"

"Apparently, I'm going over tomorrow to check on her and I plan to pump her for information."

"You'd better be prepared too," Sam said gently. "She's got stitches and cuts from falling on glass on the stage in addition to a goose egg on her cheek from where the bottle hit. It's going to take her about a week to recover from the concussion, maybe two weeks, so everybody needs to be ready to sit on her and make sure that she doesn't do too much. About ten days for the stitches. She's got headaches, pain from her cracked cheekbone and the cuts, and I think that the encounter with that guy and Steve upset her more than she wants to admit. So basically, she's kind of like a can of pop that's been shaken up. Don't be surprised if some of that pressure releases fast."

'Kleenexes, got it," Bec nodded. "So aside from the hospital excitement, and Steve being an ass, how did you like the festival?"

"It was fun, I liked the playing we were able to do, most of the fans," he said, then remembered something and rolled out of bed. Bec turned over to watch him. As he padded back, she took the moment to enjoy his finely sculpted body. Yum. He gave her a little paper bag. "Sorry, I forgot this in all the uproar. I saw them and thought of you." Curious, Becca unfolded the bag and shook out a pair of silver earrings, graceful and intricate dangles set with amber, light and dark.

"Oh, Sam, they're beautiful. I love them. Thank you for thinking of me." She held one up to the light.

"My pleasure, chere," he murmured, cuddling in close again. Normally he didn't have an accent, but when he was really tired, his Louisiana showed through.