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Sam had one daughter, and her name was Tabitha Morning. Maybe it wasn't a biological connection, but the relationship they had was a powerful bond that, Sam imagined, only existed between a parent and a child. What they had wasn't sexual or romantic as the tabloids once assumed, but rather a magnetic connection like a father to his daughter. As a father should, Samson chose to stick around in her life, no matter what obstacles she encountered on her own. When she was put into rehab, which he advised her to accept, he visited her every once in a while, hoping that the visits would help reconnect her and that the longer absences would allow her to connect well with what was inside of the facility. He wasn't one to smother, but he was one to support in a mature fashion, and he wanted her to grow without holding his hand. Now that she was out, however, she needed him more than ever.

She hadn't come to visit him like he thought she would. It seemed unlike Tabitha, but there were numerous qualities about her that he could never fully grasp. He figured Siana would know something about it, as she had a growing relationship with Tabitha, but it was obvious that Tabs was choosing to stay inside or keep herself away from some old confidants. He asked around about her, but she was keeping a low profile; the most he was hearing from her came from indirect sources. Magazines said that she had been officially released, yet no details were added about her upcoming projects or where she was headed first. Sam's next guess was that she was at home, ignoring calls and trying to figure it all out. If she truly was coming clean, he could imagine that it was a taxing change. Her brother, Justin, had spotted her; that was clear. Samson went for dinner with Justin at times and their conversations usually led to her, yet this time, Justin's comments about her were subdued. Her life was being privatized.

While she was gone, Samson had picked up a rather unhealthy addiction that he had as a married man. In the days of Samson & Delilah, the man had been a chain smoker, and recent stresses seemed to provoke a renewed sense of dependency. Nicotine was his most recent vice. It felt like he needed Tabitha this time, not the other way around. This is why he decided to visit her at home. It was a bit of a surprise, considering she wasn't being completely responsive, but he wanted to see her, especially considering that it was the holiday season. He couldn't let her spend it all alone or simply with her biological brother; Samson was her family as well, and it had been too long since she and him were able to spend a day together. He walked to her loft and knocked, waiting patiently to see her face.

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repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy.., tabitha sung to herself as she cleaned up around her house. there wasn't much for her to clean necessarily, it was more so her hanging pictures, placing plants and other home decors here and there. she no longer lived in the apartment that she once shared with daisy, drea and her deceased friend molly. too many memories were woven into that place and she felt that since she had a fresh start on life, she might as well experience it in a new place. so she found herself this spacious loft that was located in downtown los angeles. she looked down at the kennel by her couch where a little red malamute puppy played with a chew toy. "romeo, you want to go to the park?" she asked in a playful tone. he responded with a cute little bark that turned into a long howl.

he had recently found out that he could howl like his cousins, the wolves, and has been letting it out every day. "i'll take that as a yes." she said with a laugh as she bent down to open his kennel. he trotted out in his cute little puppy way, legs still not use to the slippery wood floors. he'd take a couple of steps and then his legs would slip out from under him and he'd lay there on his stomach. he was nothing but a little ball of fur, having been only a few weeks old and tabitha loved him to death. she still had spartacus and the last she had seen him he was laying in his bed passed out on his side. spartacus was a lazy dog and would always be a lazy dog, the only time he went outside was to use the restroom or go for his walk. when it came to playing, he played with toys and with romeo for a bit before he went off and slept the day away. she was about to slide her feet into her boots when she heard a knock at her door.

placing a frown on her face, she followed a howling romeo to the door and opened it to see sam standing there. "oh my gosh, hi.." she said, surprise written all over her face. the last time she had seen him was when he had visited her in rehab. she planned on seeing him afterward she really did but she was just giving herself a few days to adjust. tabitha realized that they had been standing there for quite some time before she shook her head and stepped to the side. "damn, come in. i'm sorry, i was mentally freaking out." she spoke, offering a small laugh. the girl bent down and picked up romeo to keep him from climbing all over samson's legs. his little paws wrapped around her wrist as he looked up at sam. she closed the door behind them and swept her arm out towards the vast, open space. "welcome to my new place" she smiled before heading over towards her couch. she was about to sit before she stopped and turned around to face him. "do you want anything? i have water and juice..not much but..yeah."

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Seeing Tabitha's face was like watching the sun rise. She looked like a new person, blushing and healthy, even if she looked completely shocked to see him. Was it that big of a surprise that he cared deeply about her and wanted to see her? He thought he would be the first person she wanted to see after getting out, but he slightly understood why the decision had been a difficult one: she didn't want the questions and she especially didn't want Samson to bombard her with them. Even now, the only things that seemed to hang between them were the smell of cigarette smoke and confusion. It was like empty space; Sam's excitement to see her was one-sided. It felt like half an hour had passed before she continued her small monologue. This wasn't the usual Tabitha he spent time with, but he still leaned in and gave her a big hug. Regardless of her absence over the past few days, he was undeniably ecstatic to see her. She was well and clean. He had nothing to show for himself, after all. This time, it was his problem that he needed to come clean with.

"Mentally freaking out?" he asked, smiling crookedly before stepping into her new loft. He turned to see the dog, which reminded him of Jeremiah, who was at home. Jeremiah was his best friend, just as Romeo was Tabitha's. He leaned down to pet the dog and ruffle his ears a bit before following Tabitha to take a seat. "The new place is very nice. Very... you," he told her. He looked around before making himself comfortable on the couch, which was difficult when he and Tabitha was acting so strangely. "I don't need a drink. Thank you," he replied while he crossed his legs and leaned back. His eyes scanned the walls. It was different from the apartment she had shared with her roommates. He remembered how close Tabitha had been to those two girls and considered how Molly's death had affected Tabitha. He couldn't imagine such a loss, and that was why he understood Tabitha's streak of poor decisions. It made sense with youth: anger and hormones rarely struck a good chord.

"I brought an early gift. This isn't your Christmas gift, but rather, it is your 'welcome home' one." He pulled out a box from his jacket pocket. It was a small jewelry box. He opened it and showed her what was inside. There was a bracelet with small colorful charms hanging from it. "I know you're not one for fancy things, but it suits you. A charm for every year of our friendship." He took it out of its setting and offered to put it on for her. He was all for spoiling people, and the recent flood of work made him feel like he had too much to keep for himself. Though Samson was wise with his money, he despised using it all for his own enjoyment. He put 20% into three charities that he trusted and saved a large amount. The rest was used to spend on Siana, Radoslav, Tabitha, and his friends at work. When it came down to Tabitha, no gift was a waste. She deserved what he gave her, and he knew that she appreciated his generosity.

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it wasn't that she was shocked to see him, she knew how much he cared for her, i mean the feeling was mutual. it was just she got use to only seeing her family and her dogs, she had yet to actually see any of her friends. tabitha had become a hermit crab in that short amount of time that she had been back home. if they weren't family they received the casual phone or text conversation, she often had an excuse as to why she couldn't go out. she didn't want him to feel as though he wasn't welcomed, it wasn't the case and she would make sure that she told him that. tabby returned the hug as best she could with a puppy in her arm, when she leaned in for a hug she could detect the small hint of cigarette smoke. a small red flag went up in her mind but she quickly dismissed it and tied it to the idea that maybe he hung out with someone who had smoked. it wasn't the worst thing in the world to smoke but to some people it was as if you punted babies into an active volcano.

"yeah, i've gotten use to just me and my dogs, seeing people for the first time in a while is throwing me for a loop." she grinned with a light shrug. after closing the door and heading towards the couch, she placed romeo on the floor before sitting down after he told her he didn't need anything. as he complimented her new home, she glanced around the place, nodding her head in agreement. "thanks, it's different than what i'm use to. it's weird being by myself. i'm use to having someone around to talk to but now all i have is spartacus and now romeo.." it had been a while since tabitha had lived on her own. she had lived with daisy and molly for quite a long time, the two of them had been the center of her life for years. shortly after molly's death, daisy had run off to new york to be with the love of her life, jasper.

she missed the both of them dearly and thought that by getting a new roommate as well as a new boyfriend would fix things. it did for a while but of course we all know how that story ended. a bad break up and two months of rehab later, she was here and alone once again. tabby's mouth dropped open in surprise before slowly turning into a grin as she looked down at the bracelet. "oh wow, you didn't have to do that.." she said, holding out her arm so that he could put the bracelet on. pulling her arm back, she glanced down at her wrist with a smile on her face - the piece of jewelry was gorgeous and the meaning of it made her heart swell. "thank you so much, it's really beautiful" she beamed, leaning over and giving him another tight hug. tabby didn't let go right away, she lingered in that position for a beat longer, showing him that she missed him just as much he did her.

after another beat or two passed, she pulled and leaned against the back of her couch, her arm resting on the back with her head being propped up with her hand. "i wanted to come see you but i felt weird about everything. i went from spending two months trapped in a facility, dealing with not only my issues but seven other people and their problems. being back in the real world with paparazzi...it was crazy." she explained honestly. "so my brother and i thought it'd be wise to lay low for a while, just until things settled down." it wouldn't be much longer before tabitha was back into the swing of things and back out in the filming industry. or so she hoped. "but what's been going on with you? how are things with work and siana?" she asked, eager to hear what he had to say.

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Seeing Tabitha with a new puppy in her private apartment made Samson feel old. The pictures on the wall, the unique colors, and the her scent mixed together to create her very own new home. It was like watching his child grow into adulthood in a matter of two months, and he simply wasn't prepared. He was happy for her, however, and petted the new puppy. "Romeo, you say?" he asked. "I'm sure you'll get used to it soon. Romeo, Spartacus, and Jeremiah will have to play sometime as well." Samson's horse of a dog was at home for the day, but he was usually by the man's side during other outings. If it were up to Samson, the canine would assist him to awards show. Samson wasn't diabetic or blind, however, and a dog wasn't needed to assist him.

Her shock at her welcome home present was exactly what he had hoped to elicit, and her joy made his multiply. "I wanted to. You worked hard, you know," he told her. He watched the smile spread on her face and realized just how much he had missed her presence in his life. He hugged her tightly and noticed that she was holding onto him like it was the first real hug she had experienced in a decade. When her confession came tumbling from her lips, he realized why; she felt like she owed him some explanation as to why she hadn't come to visit him. He didn't need an apology or a reason, however, and he wished she wouldn't act like it was a big deal to him. He was just glad to see that she was healthy and home. In all truth, that was what mattered most in the friendship he shared with Tabitha. He just wanted her to be happy and drug-free. He knew that happiness was meant to be more fulfilling than things made from carcinogens and constant guilt.

"Well, a new location certainly did you well in terms of privacy," he told her with a grin. Tabitha was truly changing her life from the inside out, and he felt glad that she could do so without breaking down once again. It seemed that she was building a brand new foundation for herself. Though it was unlikely that the paparazzi would leave her be, Samson saw possibilities for her to make her acting career better in other ways. Now that she was out of rehab, she had a shot to be whoever she truly wanted to be. She truly had a new beginning that she had to take advantage of, and Samson was already getting ideas of where she could be when she planned on acting once again. He had projects lined up, and he hoped that they would be able to work together once again. They were a force to be reckoned with.

Then she asked, "But what's been going on with you? How are things with work and Siana?" He looked down for a moment before taking her hands into his. "I must confess, Tabitha, that I came her for a selfish reason. I needed someone to confide in." He released her hands gently and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, I've picked up smoking again, and Siana is not happy with it. For good reasons, obviously." His French accent floated in the air with the smell of cigarette smoke. "Work has been great, at least in terms of the projects I am tying down and tying up, but I've never been so stressed out before." He shook his head. "I don't know what's happened to me."

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"yes romeo, he's my little heartbreaker" she cooed, moving his little paw as if he were waving a samson. "but a play date sounds exciting, i know he'll love it but spartacus..not so much." she laughed. as stated before he had just become so lazy ever since she got him back from her friend, she was almost positive they spoiled the boy rotten. he was her first pup and would always have a special place in her heart, she was used to him being so spunky and it was weird to see him so lazy. "i hope i do, i have this strange feeling if i don't start getting out of the house soon i'll turn into an animal hoarder. i mean just yesterday i was thinking of getting a cat.." she admitted with a slight grin. tabitha was never a cat person per say but she tolerated them, when she was at rehab there was a cat named boo there and he was the sweetest thing.

the girl definitely did work hard when it came to getting sober, it was a close first to the hardest thing she ever had to deal with in her life. her mother's death always standing at the top of the pyramid, she learned that she would never truly be over it but she would deal with it better. "yeah, i don't recommend it for anyone.." she scoffed as she looked down at her bracelet. "well, it wasn't that bad but..it was..different." there were people there who were worse off than she had been, some who were on the hardcore drugs. their detox was an eye opener for her and she hadn't been that scared and concerend since her mother had passed. one person had a seizure right in front of her and she felt as if she had been scarred for the rest of her natural life. "i had to deal with my feelings and you know how much i love that." she sneered, tracing her finger over the jewelry.

"this is amazing, i really love it." she cooed again. "which reminds me that i have to get gifts, i think i may result to online shopping this year.." when it came to shopping for herself, the girl could do it with ease because she knew what she liked and what she didn't. when it came to shopping for other people she constantly over analyzed and usually sent herself into some mini panic attack because she couldn't find the right thing. "oh who am i kidding, i'll be out on rodeo drive at some point. do you have any idea on what you would want or do you want to be surprised?" she grinned. knowing him he'd either tell her not to worry about getting him anything or that he'd want to be surprised. there was something about opening your gifts on christmas, the suspense you built up as you ripped the paper off the box to reveal a gift you either loved or hated.

she enjoyed her new place to a degree, it made her feel more like an adult - even if she had been one for the past six years. when she felt her hands being grabbed, her smiled faltered as she tilted her head to the side. normally when people did this they let you know that something terrible had happened. I must confess, Tabitha, that I came here for a selfish reason. I needed someone to confide in. oh, god. normally samson was the one who was always together, she'd be the one going to him to talk but now they had traded positions. as he spoke to her she finally realized what was going on. so, her suspicions were right, he was smoking again. tabby at any other time would've blurted out, "and this is bad? but she knew that it was his addiction. she chewed on the inside of her cheek as she stared at him with a sympathetic look.

once again, one of the few stable men in her life were throwing her for a loop - first justin and now samson. "i smelt it but i didn't want to say anything without knowing for sure.." she spoke up, her eyes glancing down at romeo before they popped back over to samson. "when did you start again?" she asked curiously, all of a sudden she wondered if she had anything to do with it. her hitting rock bottom didn't just affect her, it affected everyone who cared about her. that was the most difficult, realizing that you hurt people that you swore you would never hurt. "are you stressed or something? i mean, i know you just said that work has been going well for you but..it's like you've been working non-stop. have you had a break at all?" time away to just spend with his parents back home or with siana and rado. being in this business you had to set some time up to just sit around, relax and enjoy your spoils. if you didn't you'd end up running yourself ragged and doing things you just normally wouldn't do.

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Samson and Tabitha certainly shared that intense love for animals. Sam was one of the few men the world who had bleeding hearts for animals. Without a doubt in his mind, he believed that animals deserved equality. Hitting a dog, to him, was no different from hitting a woman. It was out of the question and completely out of character. Like Tabitha, however, he was more of a dog person than a cat person. He enjoyed volunteering at the shelter at every angle, but walking the dogs had become his favorite job. "A cat?" he asked, chuckling. He could only imagine Tabitha getting along with an animal as fierce as herself. "I don't know if that's a good idea... If she's not a fun cat, she might drive you mad." He was mostly joking, but it was true to some extent. It seemed that Tabitha enjoyed the energy of dogs, not the emotions of a cat. She was enough of a woman without an animal making her feel more impatient.

Animals were known to step in during times of need. Samson knew that because Jeremiah discouraged Samson's bad habit of smoking. When he pulled out a cigarette, the huge dog whined and sprawled out on Samson's feet so he couldn't make it outside to light it up. He imagined that Romeo and Spartacus were the perfect companions for Tabitha, especially if she wasn't in the mood for people. She didn't seem up to par, at least not for the general public, and Samson hoped that she would spend more time off to figure it all out. Of course, he needed it as well, but he didn't have the luxury of going to rehab. In fact, he barely had the luxury to enjoy time with his lover. If anyone could be considered lucky, it would be Tabitha. "It's quite a privilege to deal with feelings." He grinned at her. "Most Americans don't seem to have time. Why do you think Dr. Phil is so famous? And he's a fool," he joked.

Samson watched her trace a finger over the jewelry and smiled at the fact that he had chosen properly. Of course, after marrying a picky woman, he knew what good taste was. He remembered the sweet things he did for Delilah that either went unnoticed or unappreciated. "I'm just so glad you're back," he said serenely. Seeing that Tabitha was safe made his life feel that much better. Her presence was of great value to the older man. Like a daughter, Tabitha was the bit of tinged innocence that made him look back at his own life and regrets. When he observed her shortcomings, he saw himself in her: often indecisive or unwise. She would grow out of it, but while she was in this stage, he wanted to be the person she felt comfortable with speaking to about her irks and qualms.

"When have I ever liked gifts?" He leaned back into the comfortable seat. He had that smile on still, cherishing the new feeling of the apartment and the fresh face that Tabitha had -- the sober one. "If you must get me something out of courtesy, give me a day of your time. That is, by far, the most valuable thing on the planet. We can go to... I don't know, a movie in some shoddy village two hours away. Wouldn't it be fun it we could find a place where no one knew our names?" If he could escape the fame and attention of Hollywood for just a day, he would, and he knew Tabitha would want the same. "It'll be like a father-daughter bonding day. You know, Papa Sam and Tabs. Like old times." He didn't realize how long it had been. So much could change in two months.

Her sympathetic eyes made the weather change in his heart. He felt guilty for letting her down. "I picked up again during filming. I was picking up gas and I forgot my credit card. Just by chance. And... well, I walked in to pay in cash. And I saw a pack of cigarettes. It didn't seem like a bad idea. But it only took one to drag me back." He sighed and looked down, ashamed of his lack of willpower. "I suppose it would be nice to go home once again. And I just don't know anymore about anything. What I'm doing or why I'm here. I feel so unfulfilled. Do you understand?" he questioned.

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"yeah a cat, i could have a cat.." she grinned, but it faultered a bit as he continued to speak. "i think i could, there was this cat named thomas at the rehab and we got on pretty well." he was the cat that changed her mind about the species, that maybe she could have one around the house with her pups. sure, most cats were the type to stay away and deal with you when they were good and ready. then there were the cats, like thomas, who enjoyed a human's company and wanted to be cuddled, loved and had the same amount of energy as dog. of course, tabby also had to take into account that maybe she was adding all of these animals because she was lacking human contact. "i'll think about it some more, the cat can't be worse than spartacus who's lazy as heck now." she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

the english bulldog was on the other side of the open loft, sleeping on his bed because he didn't want to be bothered with puppy or tabitha. "i swear, i think my friend spoiled him rotten because he doesn't do anything now, she made him lazy." it was hard to get him to actually get up and go for his walks when before all she had to do was pick up his leash and he would bounce around with excitement. "but if we have a play date like you said, spartacus will come around." she wanted to get romeo use to other dogs, especially the ones that were bigger than him, even if one day he was going to be that size. of course samson was going to say it was a good thing to deal with her feelings, it was one of his motto's after all. tabitha on the other hand found it difficult and it was something that she was still dealing with. "hey now...dr. phil is amazing, he's a real talented actor" tabitha grinned.

she never took people like dr. phil or oprah seriously for the simple fact that they were on television. not to mention that the two of them were actors as well, it just made turned the two of them into a big joke. "i'm just hoping that i can stay on the right track this time." she nodded. "i can't go off and leave you by yourself again.." she added with a grin. tabitha use to think that the world revolved around her, that everyone needed a daily dose of tabitha otherwise they'd die. a part of her felt as if that were true for some of her friends, especially samson - she had become a special person in his life. "i know, i'm seriously going to try this time." she replied honestly. tabitha was learning that she could trust other people to help her, that they would actually look out for her. she didn't have to deal with everything on her own, every time she did things turned out worse.

"mmm...never." she scoffed while resting her head in her hand. samson was all about giving gifts but whenever someone tried to give him one in return, he turned it away or at least tried to get the person to not get him one. If you must get me something out of courtesy, give me a day of your time. That is, by far, the most valuable thing on the planet. We can go to... I don't know, a movie in some shoddy village two hours away. Wouldn't it be fun it we could find a place where no one knew our names? tabitha perked up when he said this, that idea sounded pretty appealing, especially at this moment in time. "oh my god, you have no idea but yes..let's do that. you tell me when you're free and we'll do it." she beamed. in the back of her mind she was still thinking of what else she could get him, he was on her list of people to get presents for.

her brother was already taken care of, a blown up black and white picture of their mother that he could hang wherever he pleased. as far as everyone else, she had hit a brick wall and she was freaking out because she was running out of time. "i'm still going to get you something else though, so be on the look out christmas day." there was nothing he could say to change her mind about it, she already had it made up. as he talked about the day he messed up and bought the cigarettes, she placed one of her hands on his back to let him know that she was here for him. tabitha was never one to judge and even if she did, she couldn't say anything because she to failed when it came to certain weaknesses. part of her felt as if it were her fault that he walked into that gas station and bought the cigarettes, like, if she would've kept her head on straight then maybe she could have been here to help him in some sort of way.

"everyone can have a slip, nobody's perfect.." he wasn't the first person to slip back and he definitely wouldn't be last - that much was for sure. she bit her bottom lip as she looked over at him, she wasn't upset and she was sure he knew that by now. or at least she hoped he knew that. "sam, you have a beautiful woman who loves you, a boy who adores you and friends who care a helluva lot about you." she told him, her hand reaching out to grab his tightly. "and i think you know how much i love you.." she smiled. she couldn't put into words how much he had changed her life, just for the simple fact that he was there and he dealt with her and all of her drama. "i feel as if you're overwhelmed with everything, your career is taking off and it's just a lot to deal with. not to mention you had all my bullcrap to deal with as well and i'm sorry for that."

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"They had animals at rehab?" he asked. He pondered for a moment. "That's an amazing idea. I bet that helps in the process of it all." Samson liked hearing about the experience in such facilities. They certainly interested him. At the same time, he feared them immensely. The idea that he could be put into one of those rooms or group sessions made him queasy. He was extremely vulnerable to nicotine in the way that Tabitha had been addicted to alcohol and other drugs. "Maybe I should get you a cat. I'll get you one of those flat-faced ones. It'll scare you." He remembered seeing a picture of the so-called "cutest cat in the world." He definitely thought all animals were adorable, but he didn't think flat-nosed cats were particularly attractive compared to others. He didn't know which cat would suit Tabitha. Tabitha was too much like a cat to fully enjoy taking care of one, it seemed.

Sam looked at the dog across the room. "Play dates fix everything!" He knew that some dogs were malleable without their owners to maintain their behavior patterns, so it only made sense that Spartacus had become lethargic. "Jeremiah will make sure he's up and going all of the time." It was amazing that Spartacus was even all that active; bulldogs had a tendency to overheat because of their noses. Jeremiah was able to keep up with Samson, and typically, it was the other way around. He had his breed on his side.

People like Dr. Phil made Sam sick to his stomach. People like Oprah Winfrey and Dr. Phil were the reasons why Samson wanted Tabitha to tell him everything. She didn't have to go to people whom she should never trust. She had people like Sam. He kept her secrets safe. It was one of his greatest priorities to be trustworthy. He remembered meeting Tabitha and feeling like they hit it off. He felt like he was made to be there in her life. When she confronted obstacles, he wanted to help her overcome them. Usually, she made it out like she could it all on her own, and as much as he believed in her, that wasn't always the case. Success could be accredited to one's environment. Samson was a part of hers. Now, he could tell that she was a different person. It was true that she once believed that the world revolved around her, but that air around her was altered completely now. With addictions left selfishness, at least in most cases. Without a drug and alcohol problem, it seemed like she had a better grasp on what she wanted from her life. "I know you'll try this time," he encouraged. He knew that she would be making better decisions.

Samson really didn't like gifts. It wasn't a matter of righteousness or pride. He got himself all that he needed and took advantage of useful gifts. Otherwise, it seemed as if gift-giving had become an obligatory act, not one out of love and care. "I'm free when you're free. We can go... I don't know. Sometime between Christmas and the New Year." It seemed like the time when everyone was too busy and caught up in the holiday festivities to pester celebrities. Samson and Tabitha had a golden opportunity. "We'll see what good moves are out. I hear Django Unchained is very good." Samson was unable to make it to the premier because of work, so he had no idea what the whole movie was all about.

Of all the people he had to talk to, he realized that Tabitha was the only one who fully understood his addiction. "Everyone can have a slip. Nobody's perfect," she told him with sweet eyes. He looked down for a moment and back up at her. He listened to her words and held her hand as tightly as she held his. Like a mature daughter, she knew exactly what to tell him. She was right: he had Siana, Rado, and friends like Tabitha. How could he want much more than that? "Don't be sorry, love," he replied, sending a French twang into the air. "It's not your fault. I simply made an impulsive decision. It had some consequences I had not fully considered. I'm certain I will quit soon. Siana has been so patient. It is the stress, though. It seems that nothing is giving me the amount of release I need. I wonder what it is that is so heavy on my heart." He wasn't typically the type to worry too hard about life. He believed in Fate and its security.

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"yeah they do, sometimes we even had foster animals come and spend the day with us. turns out people do better with animals instead of with other people.." she grinned with a small shrug. that wasn't an unknown fact, unless you were not an animal lover then that did nothing for you. luckily the people that tabby were with, all enjoyed the companionship of the animal world. she wasn't sure if sam would be able to go through something like that, just for the simple fact that if people were on the hardcore drugs - a majority of them dropped down to a simple cigarette. it was either he isolate himself from the group or find a facility that didn't allow drugs of any kind. she placed a thoughtful expression on her face as she thought about the flat-faced cats. they were adorable in their own way yes, but they weren't her cup of tea. "one, why would you try to scare me, i thought you loved me?" she questioned with a smirk and a quirk of her brow. "and secondly, i want a munckin cat. they're so cute with their short legs." she squealed.

she had actually given the cat idea a lot of thought, she had gone as far as to get background information on a lot of the breeds. when it came to getting animals tabitha was a thorough type of person, she had to know the pros and cons of each breed or species. "that or a maine coon, or a ragdoll or..they're just so cute when they're kittens." where other more normal people had baby fever, tabitha had puppy and kitten fever. it was also a small reason why she had romeo now, who was currently chewing on toy by his bed. she followed samson's gaze towards the anti-social spartacus who was not at all interested in who had entered their home. "i'll make sure to get jeremiah something next time i go out and get them a few things."

before rehab, the idea of a therapist was completely nerve wrecking. someone whom you've never met or barely knew was to know the ins and outs of your life, your most inner darkest secrets. tabitha could barely instill that trust on some of her friends and relatives, there was no way she was going to do it for some doctor. though that was her thought process two months ago, now she had someone there to help ease the stress of life. there had already been offers for her to speak out about what happened to a few tv host but she declined them all. she felt that there were already enough celebrities who were having a public sit down. "well, it's not like i'm doing anything at the moment." she scoffed before thinking of when they could go herself. he then gave her a time frame and she nodded in agreement, it was the perfect time. "sounds like a plan boss, we'll go to some small town and enjoy ourselves."

what would have been even better was if they could europe or some other place in the world. getting away from america seemed like the new 'american dream' these days and tabitha couldn't really disagree with that. her eyes stared at samson for a moment thoughtfully before dropping to the ground. maybe that could be the other part to his gift, a trip back home or something. "django unchained sounds great, i've heard nothing but good stuff about it. can't go wrong with quentin, i think he's amazing." she grinned. a lot of the movies in tabitha's collection were tarantino films, she loved how raw the writing was - it was a secret dream of hers to be in one of his films. "but yes, let's do that and it'll be awesome. i haven't been to an actual movie theatre in..god, it's been years i think." when she said it out loud it sounded a lot worse than it actually was. boy, time did fly when you were living in the fast lane.

as she listened to samson, she tried to figure out what could be the cause for him smoking again. at this day in age it could be anything that sent him down that road. work was always a big thing, samson took his very seriously and with his new level of fame came more pressure. when you were one of hollywood's greatest directors, everyone wanted you to direct their film so that left you little time to do what you wanted. "maybe you should take a break to get back in touch with yourself. spend some time with siana and rado or something." she suggested with a shrug. it was safe to say that the little break she had definitely refreshed her. "when was the last time you just stopped working and went back to france for a week or whatever?" she asked. if you were the type of person to love where you came from then it was a necessity to go back home every once in a while if not more.

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Rehab was beginning to sound like paradise. Samson knew that matters in his own life could get worse and Siana could encourage a little bit of help. Oddly enough, he had never considered full-blown rehabilitation for himself. That sort of a change seemed necessary for people like Delilah, but not Samson. In fact, it would hurt his reputation more than it would help him in any spectrum. The animals sounded great, but the whole thought of the facility was a bit spooky. It sounded fine and dandy until he imagined himself in a group session. Maybe he really should stop smoking. Soon. "Those cats are precious, Tabitha! Don't be unfair, now," he teased. Animals of all kind, in the end, were incredible companions, despite their physical and mental limitations that made them so different from humans. "I suppose you would coax anything from me, though. I'll get you a million short-legged cats if it makes you happy." His promise was true; he would spoil her to the ends of the Earth if she would simply allow it.

"Ragdolls are a good pick," he replied. He remembered meeting a kitten named Paws at the shelter. He had grown fond of numerous breeds, but ragdolls would always remain one of his favorites, especially for their positive vibes. "Get Jeremiah something? I'm trying to make my baby a minimalist. You can't spoil him! I won't be able to resist him if he becomes rotten," he joked. It was true that he wanted to make sure Jeremiah wasn't a brat like most dogs, but he knew Jeremiah would always be good at heart. It was just difficult to remain a good "parent" or owner when there was a great deal of money that Samson knew he could spend on his most cherished companion. Whenever he tried to spoil Siana, Rado, or Tabitha, they didn't accept the gifts. Radoslav typically did, but Siana had put a restriction on Samson's persistent generosity. That made sense.

"Isn't it ironic that people like us never get to see real movie theatres? We're invited to pretentious premieres, but we rarely see the authentic side of our own trade." The frenchman's laugh was sweet and low. The fame came at such a price. No privacy was welcome and no breaks were taken. Just a few months out of the game could mean the end of a sustainable career. One moral slip-up and the chances in the industry went to hill. Samson had learned many years ago to stop being bitter and to go with it. Now that he was channeling that anger, he knew the danger of it all. Cigarettes couldn't cure stress; nothing could. He was trapped, he felt, and not even a trip with Tabitha could help that. In fact, he had no idea what could. When it came down to addictions, no one was a real expert. Samson used to hope that someone out there could live without vices, but that was left to Jesus and Buddha and no one who was there to tell Samson how to be that way now.

Even going home wasn't a complete break. Samson never spoke of it, but his past as a soccer star haunted him. The scars were all over his heart: that lost career, the one that had ended with a seemingly minor injury. That's when he and Delilah took a plane back to the United States. Since then, each visit back to France was taxing, painful even. He knew that Tabitha knew how that felt. Going home was like wading through a pool in heavy denim. It was too much effort. "It's been... well, it's been a while," he replied. He and Siana had gone together, but that barely counted as a real visit. He hadn't seen his parents for a prolonged period of time in more than a year. As much as he loved home, it was difficult for Samson to go back and face the old memories. As pleasant as his childhood memories were to him, the old posters of his past soccer team and the calls he received from former teammates broke him. He never told anyone about it, not even Siana.

"Maybe I'll go back to France for a little while. You'll come with me, won't you? We can go and you'll meet a nice French boy and we'll come home. We'll be brand new. No more stress," he said, running a hand across his bottom lip. He wished he could have a cigarette now, but no, he knew his manners very well.

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