“No, C.J. and I watched it all the time.  Long story, but it was something we did together in the end.  Reminds me of her a lot.  And you?  Why are you an Angel fan?” 

            “My ex girlfriend spent a lot of Tuesday and Wednesdays at work; I had to do something with my time.”  Tina smiled and Sam got up and sat on the couch, they began discussing the merits of Angel vs. Buffy.   

*****

            Lara sat at the bar waiting for Sam who’d called her yesterday, wondering if they could meet at Milk for some pool.  At first she hadn’t been sure if that was what she wanted, but Sam had reassured her that she was just being friendly, and Lara had accepted.  She sipped on a drink, finishing it and wondered what was keeping her. 

            Dana was sitting with her she wanted Dana to meet Sam.  Lara and Sam had agreed they were friends and nothing more than that.  Dana and Lara had dinner earlier, and it had gone well.  Lara smiled as Dana held her hand, in public no less.  Finally she was out of the closet, Lara loved it. 

            “I have to say, I’m sorry.”  Dana said totally out of the blue.  Lara turned on the stool and looked at her oddly.

            “Did you do something wrong?”  Lara asked with innocence.

            “I ditched you when the going got rough, then I didn’t even bother to talk to you again.  I was ashamed of my behavior, and I want to make it right.”  Lara leaned in and kissed her gently, Dana moaned into the sweet kiss.  “Do we have to wait for your picture taking friend?”  Sighed Dana, her hands resting on Lara‘s hips. 

            “I promised we have the rest of the night.  This woman is great, I promise.  Come on, don’t pout.”  Dana broke into a grin; the athletic woman pulled Lara onto the dance floor and said.

            “We can wait for her here then.”  Lara smiled, pushing against Dana, and Dana responded in kind.

*****

            Sam pulled the blood soaked scrubs off and threw them into the bin, paddling back to her locker and lying down on the cold wood bench in front of it.  Running her hand through her thick hair.