Until Dawn One Shots

Sam X Mike: He's The One

Requested by myself! >_<
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Since the returning for the anniversary on Blackwood Mountain, each surviving member of the group got severely depressed. Some more than others.

Sam lost Josh. Mike lost Jess. He could barely live with himself for shooting Emily. But he had to do it. They didn't know if she was a threat or not. He didn't want to take any chances. He did it for the safety of his friends.

Sam and Mike together grew extremely close after the events the month prior. They both seemed to grieve differently but, they would stay in contact with each other everyday, every second, even every millisecond if you want to go that far. Messaging each other through texts late at night when neither could fall asleep. But then there was tonight. They both needed a friend by each others side. A hand to hold. A shoulder to cry on. Lean on.

Sam reached to her night stand, grabbing her phone, and removing the charger. She went to her messages, scrolled down, and clicked on Mike's number. She begun to type.

Sam: Hey

She waited, her phone in her lap until she felt it vibrate against her skin moments after.

Mike: Hey

She felt relieved she wasn't the only one remaining awake. But now, text messages wouldn't soothe her. She tapped his contact, looking towards the small phone by his name. She called him awaiting an answer. She heard him on the other end, his voice low and groggy.

"Hello?" He said, his words coming out through grunts and yawns.

"Hey, Mike." Sam sighed, her lips curving into a weak smile hearing his voice.

"Can't sleep?" He asked through sudden yawns with rumbling and movement of pillows and blankets heard in Sam's ears. He always knew her reasoning.

"Yeah..."

"I can't either.."

Her eyes were heavy and she felt like she hadn't slept in years. She had been awoken by nightmares and images of the death of Emily and if she had died, she witnessed her own through images in her head playing like a movie with no end. One she wished she never had watched.

"Hey um-" she yawned, "do you mind if I- come over?... For the night..." She hung her legs over the edge of her bed, peeling the covers off of her legs.

"That's fine." His voice slightly disappeared through the other end, as she heard the words she loved to hear.

"See you in a bit." She smiled, her face heating up.

"Bye."

With that she tapped the red and white end button on her iPhone screen walking over to her closet. She opened the doors seeing her variety of clothes. She decided just not to change. She felt as if it didn't matter to her. He would definitely not care.

She opened her bedroom door, hearing nothing but the crickets sounds from outside, and her air conditioning unit. She walked down the hallway, her feet sliding across the wooden floor, her fleece socks keeping her warm.

She entered her kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. She drank it, putting the cup in her sink. She remembered the reason she was up. She had to head over to Mike's.

She grabbed her keys to her black Ford Fusion, exiting her small sized house. She ran for her car, the cold breeze seeping in through her clothing. All she wore was a tank top, a hoodie, pajama pants, socks, and her favorite pair of sneakers. The ones she wore during their recent visit to Blackwood Pines.

She swung the drivers door open, entering, and slamming it shut, the car warming her body up again. She pushed her key into its slot, turning it, the engine revving from the exterior, the sound coming in.

She put the car from park, to reverse, and backed out of her driveway. The roads were empty considering it was about 3:00 A.M. And of course, her and Mike remained awake during the night.

Once on the road, she changed the gear to drive and was heading out. Mike's house was decently close to hers making it easier for her to travel.

A timespan of ten minutes past until she reached the front of his larger house compared to her own. She exited her car approaching his front door. She raised her hand hesitantly up to it, knocking timidly. It didn't take long for him to reach the door, when it opened.

He stood in the doorway, greeting her with a smile allowing her to enter. "Come in." He moved backwards as she stepped inside. She smiled weakly to him.

Hearing the sound of the door shut behind her, she turned to Mike. She stood there staring, him doing the exact same. She didn't take much longer to make her decision. She ran into his arms beginning to cry.

It didn't take him long to react. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking the back of her head. ".... I know..." He ran his fingers through her luscious blonde hair, feeling its softness.

"I'm sorry I just - miss them all so much!" She managed to speak between endless sobs. He just kept her in his arms, not letting go until she pulled away herself. She wiped her eyes and her nose, calming herself down. She just couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. She felt as if when she was around him she was safe. Secure. Alive. He just made her feel special.

"I'm sorry for bothering you-" she tried speaking but he just cut her off.

"No." He barged in, making her voice disappear. "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" She stared blankly at him, slightly confused.

With that he placed a soft kiss to her lips. She kissed him back, no restraint. It just felt so right. She remained there, enjoying the moment until he pulled away. "That."

"How are you sorry?" She smiled, their faces still decently close.

"For not doing it all this time," he frowned. "When I should have."

They both stared into each others eyes as a smile plastered across Sam's face. Her cheeks heated up with a shade of scarlet covering them.

"Well. Are you feeling any better at least?" Mike couldn't help himself but smile with her. Sam's smiles to him were contagious.

"A lot, thanks." They laughed quietly together.

To Sam, the Michael Monroe everyone knew was different through her eyes. She saw a man, one with great potential and sweetness. Not just one who has a girlfriend just to be one of his toys to play with. She felt a feeling with him no one else could give her. The experience in the Lodge. They did that together. Teamwork. Getting the Lodge up in a blaze. He changed drastically from that moment on. And she loved that.

He gripped his hand in hers, cutting off her train of thought. "Come on." He walked her over to his bedroom, his sheets sprawled out across the bed but still seemed neat.

He got under the covers, as she did the same, cuddling up into his chest.

"Goodnight." She whispered her eyes shutting, the outside world becoming black.

"Goodnight."

That night was one full of peaceful rest as they laid in each others arms. That was a night with no images of death on their minds. Just them. Together. Nothing could break them apart.
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Aww! OMG I ship them so much! They NEED to be a thing! I just had to do this one! There is a video up top that I found on another account. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! From that video to now, I shipped them harder! Hope you all enjoyed!