"His Salvation"

CHAPTER ONE

Title: "His Salvation"

Author: Michelle Heath

Rating: MA for adult language and situations

Summary: He had saved her. Will she be his salvation?

Date Written: November 14, 2010

A/N: This is the follow-up story to my first HFO fic, "Her Salvation". Many thanks to those of you who read and reviewed my first story. Hope you enjoy this one, and, as always, please let me know what you think. I'm always open to suggestions! Michelle

(Groping haphazardly to find the alarm clock and stop the offensive noise it's loudly sending through his sleep-laden brain, Steve McGarrett opens one eye and is not happy to see that it's still dark outside. Finally finding the clock and hitting the correct button to turn off the alarm, he rolls over in anticipation of cuddling with his fiancée', Lt. Cmdr. Samantha Murdock, U.S.N.. Steve's arm just misses Sam's lithe form as she rolls out of her side of the bed before he can touch her.)

"Come back to bed, Sam, it's 0430."

"And I have to be at the base at 0600, Steve."

"Damn."

"You forgot I start my new assignment today, didn't you?"

"Damn."

"You probably also forgot I'll be flying CQs most of the day so I'll probably be late getting home."

"Damn."

"Go back to sleep, Steve."

"Can't. I'll miss my 'goodbye' kiss."

(Steve sounds like a petulant little boy, and Sam can't help but laugh at the incongruity of pouting coming from a big, bad Navy SEAL not to mention the head of the Governor's Task Force for the State of Hawaii.)

"How about I kiss you 'goodbye' now?"

"How about you kiss me now and when you leave?"

"On second thought, I think I'll go take a shower and get dressed, and I'm locking the bathroom door, Commander, so don't get any ideas."

"Damn."

(But when Sam steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she smells the mouth-watering scents of coffee and bacon and realizes that Steve has decided to get up and make her breakfast. The last time he did that, three weeks ago, he ended the day by proposing to her. She smiles as she remembers the romantic way Steve asked her to marry him, and sends up a silent prayer of thankfulness she has him in her life. In just a few minutes, Sam has dressed in her flight suit, put her hair in a French braid, and thrown on some light make-up. Grabbing her "ready" bag from the bedroom closet, she walks into the kitchen, drops her bag on the floor by the door, and walks up behind Steve who's standing at the stove cracking eggs into a skillet. Steve is wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and Sam grins appreciatively at the way he fills them out.)

"You didn't have to get up and cook me breakfast, you know."

"Yes, I did. I didn't want to wake up to an empty house."