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Author's note: Special thanks go to Arianne, Lady Darkness, and mjm. Thank you for all your help. Without you three, Sam would never be able to grow.
This story is written a little bit differently. It is told from Sam's and Kitten's viewpoints.
NOTE: If you are looking for a simple stroke story, then my stories are not the place to read. I like to understand the why behind the actions and choices people make. It is with this feeling that the Sam Spade stories follow. Why Sam acts as she does as she finds her humanity and more importantly what price does she pay in the process. If you have been following her stories, you will note that while she is the mistress of the house, it is something that troubles her. But as Sam said, "Their needs are more important than mine." This basic tenet of her life threatens to tear her apart as she moves forward.
Some readers have noted that there are too many people to follow in my work. I understand your issues but Sam interacts with several people in each story. Some more than others, those being Angela her partner, Heather her first and who is devoted to her, James aka Jasmine, who she has known the longest and is someone she can turn to and finally Kitten, a cat woman. The rest come and go as the needs of the stories dictate.
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Chapter 1 --
Sam's viewpoint
I was in limbo; I could feel emotions washing over me like waves from a raging sea. Love, worry, fear, and anger all crashed against my mind numbing it. Every now and then the emotions would fade away only to come back. It felt as if they were flowing with the tides and I lay on a beach at the edge of the water. I kept hearing voices in my mind, sometimes Kitten's sometimes others calling out to me trying to get me to come to them. However, I stayed where I was, there was no pain, suffering, or hurt, just peace and relaxation.
I kept dreaming, if that is the word, of different girls coming and pleading with me to come back. I could see them kneeling before my standing form in a white space telling me it was time to come home. Even so, their words fell on deaf ears. I liked where I was; it was the first time that I could remember when I had true peace. I became aware of the sound of someone crying. Searching for it, I came across Angela sitting in a chair, her head in her hands and sobbing with abject misery.
Kneeling before her, I reached out to touch Angela, "What's wrong love?"
Looking up from between her hands Angela looked at me. I was shocked, her eyes were red and puffy, and bags hung under them. I didn't know she could look anything other than beautiful. She looked as if she had lived ten hard years. "Sam, I can't live without you. I, no we, need your guiding and loving hand. The household is a shambles; all anyone does is mope around and cry. Please come back, it has been six months without you and we are at the breaking point."
"Six months?" I asked confused. She nodded her head and dropped her head back into her hands. No matter how much I tried, I could not get any other response from her. I could not believe it, had I really been hiding in my mind for six months. I had to find my way back my girls needed me. But I ran into a problem, how do I wake up?
"Angel, help me! I don't know how to wake up," I said trying to shake her out of her crying. I needed help and could not afford her tears now. When I reached to grab her, my hands went through her body as if she was a ghost. I screamed in frustration, "Wake up Samantha!" Taking a breath to calm down I said, "Wait, think it through...Angela's crying. Listen and find her sobs. That's the way to go." I listened and felt for her, before my eyes the vision of her sitting in front of me faded.
Somewhere off in the distance I could hear her soft sobs. "That way!" I said joyfully and started running towards the sound. When it faded, I would stop and spin around, listening to pick it up. "Don't stop love, I'm coming..." I would call out as I ran. It seemed as if I ran forever, however, the crying became louder. Until I knew I was there, I could see myself lying in a hospital style bed with an IV hooked up. Angela was sitting in one of the easy chairs from the smoking area, holding on to my hand as she cried against it.
I closed my eyes and felt myself slid into the body. I became aware of her hot tears against my hand, her sobs loud to my ears, and the softness of the bed. Opening my eyes, I closed them quickly. The light was too bright, I must have moaned because I felt her face lift from my hand and a cool hand touching my face. I wanted to say something cleaver, "Damn it's bright in here." So much for the cleaver idea, I thought to myself as I opened my eyes and squinted at her. Just as in my dream, Angela looked like hell.
"Mistress?" she said in a little girl's voice as she looked at me closely.
"If it isn't, then Jasmine is going to get a chewing," I replied, trying for the smart-ass routine. I smiled slightly, becoming aware of the aches and pains shooting through my body. Before she could reply, the door burst open and a stampede of happily crying women piled into the room. As I felt myself being mauled, I kept saying I love you, repeatedly to each of them. The last one to approach me was Kitten.
"Momma?" she said as her paw reached out to stroke my face.
I lifted my hand and put it over her paw on my face, "Momma back Kitten."
"Momma back," she said and started to purr. At the same time as the purr, I felt a rush of anger hit me like a sledgehammer. "Samantha Marie Spade, if you ever worry me like that again, I will kick your ass so long that you will never be able to sit down again! You have no idea how much I have been worried sick over you," Kitten's adult mind screamed at me.
I blinked back tears and saw that everyone else had backed up a pace. I could feel their anger and worry washing over me too. Kitten had spoken what they all had thought. "I'm sorry; I did not come back sooner." I said looking at Kitten. Looking around the room, I added softly not making eye contact with anyone, "Please forgive me."
I felt the anger wash away from the room. "Sisters and Kitten forgive Momma," Kitten said without looking around the room. She mentally gulped and added, "Kitten sorry too."