Sam wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. She couldn't get rid of the image of the two women on their bed, their full ruby red lips pulled into a smirk. Chris apologized repeatedly when she began to pack. Ignoring his apologies, he began to accuse her for not being there when he needed her. She did not even look at his cruel features when she left their apartment, leaving behind four wasted years of her life.

That was two weeks ago. Now she had settled herself in Alaska, burying her nose in the Alaskan wildlife. Clutching the steering wheel of her car with one hand while the other worked on plugging in her phone into the car's stereo. She pressed one of her favorite songs, the melodic voice of Steven Tyler playing through the speakers of her Prius.

Every time when I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face getting clearer

The past is gone...

Sam bounced her head to the music, letting her poorly mended heart lose itself with the tune. Soon her entire body began to move along with the song, her voice echoing Steven Tyler's.

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear

Sing with me, just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good lord lord with take you away

Dream o-on

Dream o-o-o-n

She was so concentrated in the song she didn't see the man that was standing in the middle of the road. She pressed her foot on the brakes but it was too late, all she saw was him flying into the air for a few seconds from the impact before falling back against the road.

She cursed under her breath and dashed out towards the man who lay unmoving. The man was handsome, long dark hair and black scruff growing across his strong jaw, complimenting his olive skin. His chest however was bare, a thin dark line from below his navel and disappeared into his pants which looked like pirate breeches. Maybe he was one of those sexy cosplayers? But in Alaska? No. Soon a groan came from the man's throat, "Sir?" she whispered, "Are you alright?" she said trying to distract her wandering gaze.

His eyes opened to reveal violet  irises, "What are you wrench? Why have you attacked me with your beast?" he growled. His voice made something stir inside Sam, he kind of sounded like Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Sam jumped back, What the hell? Who does he think he is? She glared at him, "Will my apologies sir, but you were in the middle of a road. As an apology, let me take you to the hospital, perhaps you suffered a concussion or something."

The man's face went from fury to confusion, "Hospital? Con-cusion? Speak plainly woman."

Confusion filled her mind as well, "Does anything hurt?" she spoke, her doctor mode coming in. She was a veterinarian but a few minor cuts with stitches she could fix.

"Only my hip, I think it's bruised," he said pointing at the edge of his pants.

"May I look at it?" she spoke gently. The man nodded. She slowly moved the edges of his peculiar pants only to discover that he wore no underclothes.

Holy mother of god, he's going commando! her voice cried out in her mind, Chill Sam, just check his wounds, she thought. Her fingers poked and prodded checking for any broken bones, a bruise had started to form on his hip.

"It is just a bruise," she spoke, surprised that her voice sounded normal unlike the imprudent thoughts that passed through her mind, "Are you sure you don't want to get medical attention?"

The man shook his head, "I am fine woman, just tell me where I am," he spoke gruffly.

Sam nibbled her lower lip, "You're in Alaska sir, just near the national reserve."

The man sat up, prominent muscles rippling under his dark skin, "What are you called?"

She blinked and turned away, heat rising in her cheeks, "Sam, what about you?"

"Vulbogiô," he murmured with a heavy accent.

"Well Bogo," she spoke, knowing she was unable to pronounce his name, "You need a ride home?" she said while helping Bogo stand up to his feet, the bag he was clutching now swung over his shoulder.

"Home," Bogo stated sadness showing in his violet eyes, "I have no home, my moth-" he said as he swayed slightly on his feet  just before collapsing back into the ground.

*****

She's the One...

Your destined fate...

Whispers came and went through his muddled mind, heat consuming his body.

"Son," his mother's voice came through his dreams, "Remember, the gate showed you your fate... Sam..."

"Mother, wait. Don't go!" he cried, his arm reaching out as if he could touch his mother's voice.

"Bogo!" a foreign woman's voice spoke through. Bogo? Only the strange woman called him that. He wanted so badly to reprimand her for his silly nickname but he didn't have the heart to do so. His eyes slowly opened only to see the beautiful mirage of the woman who saved him. Sam was a fair, with pearly skin and onyx black hair with large brown eyes hidden beneath long lashes and a strange contraption that covered most of her face, something he hadn't noticed until now.

"Where am I?" he croaked. His fingers squeezed the soft bed beneath him. It smelled sweet, like the flowers from his homeland. Her scent, he thought inhaling deeply.

"You're in my home, you fainted right in the middle of a conversation. I wanted to take you to the hospital but I was a bit low on fuel so I brought you home," Sam spoke, her soothing voice making him relax.

"I owe you my lady," Vulbogiô spoke as he slowly sat up, "I have no trinkets with me to trade, however, once I am well perhaps with my strength returns I can do what you wish."

"What? No!" Sam cried, her eyes wide.

"But Lady Sam, I insist," Vulbogiô argued.

"Focus on getting well then we'll talk about how you'll recompense me," Sam said with a small, her white teeth showing through her full lips. Strange, in this world no one has sharp teeth.

What does she think of my horrid appearance? he thought to himself.