From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
After leaving the hospital, Sam had decided that it would be best to find someplace in town to stay for the night.
It was getting late and bringing Madeline, er
Ivy, back like this was impossible. She needed rest and she wouldn't
get it at home with all of the questioning that was sure to come.
Sam pulled into a cheap motel not far from an all-night Target and a small diner. After checking in, he got Ivy
from the car, brought her to the room, and laid her down on the lone large bed. He debated on what to do next.
He needed to call Pilar and Grace to let them know what was going on. But first things first, Ivy needed to cleaned
up. Sam went to the bathroom and wet a wash clothe with warm water and returned to Ivy's side by the bed. Gently
so as not to wake her, he started to wipe away the dried blood by her nose and mouth and the small drops that had
splattered onto her arms. Then he put her medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to the bed in
case she woke up and was in pain. Lastly, he tucked her under the covers in an almost fatherly way so she would
All tasks completed, Sam settled into a chair across the room, took out his cell phone, and dialed Pilar at home.
She answered after the first ring. "Hello?"
"Pilar, it's Sam."
"Sam, thank God. Is she all right? What happened?"
"She's fine. Just some bruises. They sent along some painkillers for her, but she's still sleeping."
"Sam, you didn't tell anyone who she is, did you?"
"No. I said her name was Madeline Bennet. Pilar, I don't even know where we are, but we're staying here
tonight. The nurse said that she needed her rest. If Ethan questions you, tell him that his mother had to go
out of town, but that she'll call tomorrow. She should be awake by then."
"Alright, Sam. Take good care of her."
"Of course, and one more thing, Pilar."
"I'm going to call Grace so she doesn't worry, but I'm not going to tell her the real reason I'm out of town
and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything either."
"I understand, Sam. Good-bye.
"Bye, Pilar." Sam hung up the phone and called Grace. He made up some story about being out of town
for a police case he couldn't tell her about. She accepted his lie and he told her he'd be home sometime tomorrow.
Sam got up and walked across the room to check on Ivy. She was still asleep, but she was shivering, despite the
covers. He looked at his watch. 11:00. Well, it had been a long day and he needed some sleep, too. Sam carefully
lifted the covers of the bed and slipped under them next to Ivy. She was still shivering so he got closer to her
and put his arms around her. Despite everything that she had gone through today, Sam could still smell the scent
of jasmine wafting up from her tender, bruised skin. Ivy had stopped shivering now, so Sam closed his eyes and