DISCLAIMER: Popular is the intellectual property of Ryan Murphy. I simply dabble in his sandbox, make his characters gay for each other and enjoy the turn on that follows.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is for mickey1980, who requested: "We don't know where we're going?"
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
End of the Road
By carpesomediem
"We're lost, aren't we?" Brooke asked suddenly, looking at the expanse of road before them.
"We're not lost," Sam said point blank. She kept her eyes trained on the road ahead, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Brooke noticed, reached out and put a hand on one of Sam's own. "What are you doing?"
"It's okay if we're lost, Sam," Brooke said softly, "Pull over, we'll get out the map, it's no big deal."
"It is a big deal," Sam replied angrily. "I said I'd get us there, I'm going to get us there. I don't need the map." They planned on heading to an obscure lake near the coastline, a good 45 minute drive from their Santa Monica home. It was now three hours later, one McDonalds stop behind them and
"Sam-" Brooke coaxed the brunette's hand to loosen her grip on the wheel.
"-Fine," Sam pulled the car over, ripped her hands away from the wheel and stepped out of the car, nearly getting mowed down by a passing car. It beeped at her as it swerved, she flipped it the bird and then kicked at the back tire forgetting that Brooke stepped out about the same time she did.
"What's wrong?" Brooke asked cautiously.
"I didn't mean to get us lost," Sam snapped, rolling her eyes and looking upwards at the sky.
"It's okay," Brooke said, coming up to her side and putting a hand on her arm, "We'll get back on the road and figure out the right way to go. We're in this together… Until the end…"
"The end of the road…" Sam muttered, squinting into the sunlight ahead.
"What did you say?"
"The end of the road," Sam pointed, "The fork we need is right there." She shook her head, laughed and headed back for the driver's seat.
"See? I told you," Brooke smiled, following the brunette's lead.
The End