``dearest helpless, {aubrey <3}

[Samson Jones]

"Intents not as bad as the action"

"I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."

That stupid song played in Samson's head yet again. Ok, so the song wasn't stupid. It was actually quite a good song. And Radiohead was a band that he liked. Not loved, but definitely liked. Still, the song was beginning to grind on his nerves.

Normally, he was completely fine with having songs stuck in his head, but not this song. Or rather, not this song on this particular day. Today he did feel like a creep, and a weirdo, so the song seemed way too appropriate for him. He didn't want the strangeness of his actions so openly pointed out - even if it was only by a song in his head.

But what was he doing that labelled him a 'creep' and a 'weirdo'? He was stalking someone. Well, not stalking, but definitely following them without them knowing about it (or so he hoped).

The girl that moved ahead of him, Samson wasn't even sure why he was following her. She had given him no reason to. Yet for some strange reason, since he had accidently bumped into her in the bell tower the previous week, he had been unable to put her out of his mind.

His thoughts had been filled with the things he knew about her, and the things he didn't know. Mostly the latter. All he knew for sure about her was that she was astonishingly beautiful. The things he didn't know included things like her species, her powers, and the thing he wanted to know more then anything else - her name.

He had tried to find a name that would suit her. Cassandra? Michelle? Susan? Nothing he could think of seemed right. Everything seemed too plain or too unsophisticated for her. She would have the perfect name, he was sure of it. Whatever it was though, it seemed to escape his dull mind.

Up to this point, Samson had been focusing so intently on the willowy figure with the flowing blonde hair before him, that he hadn't really been aware of where it was he had followed her to.

It was only when she disappeared between some hedges that his feet stopped their mechanical movements. He realised immediately that they were in the courtyard, and more specifically that they were at the maze. What he didn't know was why it was that she would come here.

The maze was an easy place to get lost in. His mind did not focus on that though. Instead it acknowledged the fact that the maze would be an easy place to lose someone in. It seemed likely to him that she had noticed he was behind her.

He supposed it was his own fault. While he had tried to keep some distance between them, and he knew that he was stepping lightly, he hadn't exactly done anything special to keep his presence unknown to her. He would fail as a spy.

Samson wondered whether he should retreat right then and there. If she was looking to get away from him, then any confrontation with her couldn't be a good one. He yearned to go after her though.

This had been the first time he had laid eyes on her since the bell tower event, and he didn't know when he would get the chance to see her again. It could be another week - or longer - of the mystery that shrouded her clouding his thoughts.

Perhaps he would never see her again. This could easily be his last chance of ever finding out more about her. If he could gather the courage to speak to her, that was.

He stood still, his feet rooted to the spot. He didn't know what to do.

Finally, he gave in to his desires and headed into the maze after her.