free || sam mctrusty || twin atlantic

prologue

hello!

my name is jamie and i am writing this fanfiction because, number one: sam has to be, like, the hottest guy on earth, and number two: there are very few ta fanfics out there!

you'll probably notice that throughout my authors notes i don't often use capitol letters, but in my stories i do. it's basically just a matter of personal preference. oh, and also, i will write authors notes at the end from now on!

i am a scottish girl so you'll find that the language will be a lot of scottish slang. if you don't understand it please let me know and i'll tell you the definition!

thanks for reading!

- sams princess. xox

ps. yes, i did name the female character after myself. ;)

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PROLOGUE

The path in front of me is dimly lit as I stumble along it. Ross, Barry and Craig will be waiting at home for me, worrying probably. I have to get home quickly.

Glancing down at my watch, I realise that it's almost twelve. Sighing, I brake into a jog and cut through an alleyway to get to my apartment quicker.

Soon, I burst out into the centre of Glasgow. In the distance, I can see the Hydro, in which we performed not one month ago. It's crazy to think that after almost eight years, we've finally made it. We've gotten to the point where we can actually say we have fans from all over the world, and that is something I'm immensely proud of.

As I near a small café that still has it's lights on, I notice an object on the ground in the distance. Squinting at it, I realise that no, it's not just an object. It's a person.

Panicked, I run over to the body. " Hello?" I shout when I'm a few yards away from it. " Are you okay, mate?"

I drop to my knees in front of the body and notice that it's a girl. She looks my age, maybe a little younger, with disheveled, brown locks and pale skin - too pale. Ghostly. In fact, her lips have almost disappeared. Her eyes are closed, as though in sleep.

" God," I hiss, reaching for her hand. I grab it and lift it closer to my face, pressing two fingers to where her pulse should be.

As I am checking her pulse, I realise that her other wrist is horribly manipulated. Broken, maybe?

A heartbeat pounds through me. I sigh in relief. So she's not dead. Thank God.

A spluttering noise emits her throat and my eyes widen. Her lids flash open, revealing a pool of hazel brown, and she coughs, arching upwards. Not knowing what to do, I reach a hand out and touch her arm.

She flinches. " Who are you?" A local girl, very Scottish. And sassy, too.

I smile weakly, trying to comfort her. " My name's Sam. I found you passed out here. Do you have any idea what happened to you?"

The girl groans loudly. " My wrist. I - it hurts -"

" I'm going to have to take you to the hospital. I think you're wrist's broken and you definitely hit your head," I say softly, worried for her health. She nods slightly, a little colour coming back into her face. " Can you stand?"

She nods again.

I clamber to my feet and reach a hand out toward her, trying to hoist her up. She howls in pain, flopping backwards into the ground.

Without asking permission - a risky move, I suppose, but what else am I to do? - I lift her up into my arms. She's fairly heavy, being a grown woman, but I manage.

She looks as though she's going to protest, but then shuts herself up, cradling her broken wrist.

" So," I say, beginning a steady pace towards the hospital. " What's your name?" I heard somewhere that you were supposed to keep injured people occupied to take their mind off the pain.

" Jamie," she swallows.

I smile into the distance. " That's a nice name."

She purses her lips, shaking her head. " I hate it." she spits. I laugh. After a short pause, she says, " Sam's nice, too."

" Why, thank you," I chuckle.

The hospital is in sight now, so I just keep on towards it. My arms become numb but I know I have to keep going. Once, when I was eleven, I broke my wrist, and I know it's not a nice experience. The quicker I get her to the hospital, the better.

She sighs, relieved, as we enter the light hospital. The desk woman eyeing me up, I place Jamie into a chair and walk over to the woman.

" What can I help you with, Sir?" the tanned, thin woman asks, pursing her red lips.

" Um, my. . . friend broke her wrist," I say. I'm smart enough to know that if I admit I've never met her before today they won't let me wait with her, and I don't want to leave her alone. At least, not until she asks me too.

The woman turns and picks up a clip board, handing it to me. " Doctor Farrah will be here soon. In the mean time, could you have her fill in this paper work?"

I nod, smiling politely, before making my way back to the chair. " Can you fill this out or do you want me to?" I ask, sitting down.

She shakes her brown head. " I can do it. I'm right handed." She waggles her intact wrist jokingly and I chuckle.

Soon enough, a tall woman walks into the empty waiting room, smiling just a little two widely for where she is. " I'll see you now."

Jamie nods and raises to her feet, turning to me. I smile. " I'll see you around, yeah?" I turn to leave.

She clutches my jacket sleeve weakly. " Please," she whispers, " don't leave me."

I smile slightly. " Okay. I won't."

* the title song is in the side bar.