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[gavemea_45]

As soon as the shower had started running in the motel's bathroom, Sam had seized his chance. He yelled something indistinct about lunch, grabbed his laptop and messenger bag, and headed straight for Milliways without waiting for Dean to answer.

Now he's sitting at a booth, the laptop open in front of him, staring at something on the screen.

(From time to time he stares at a note, instead.)

Either way, it doesn't look like he's making much progress.


[ooc: open until it scrolls, with a break at 9 MT for tonight's episode of Supernatural.]

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[gavemea_45]

For an instant he looks as sour as though he's bitten into a lemon, but shoves it aside.

There are far more important things at stake than his pride.

"You killed demons with it." A beat. "Where did you get it?"

[gavemea_45]

"Working on stuff," he says, a little dryly. "You're not interrupting, though."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am not good at batting. Fielding is easier."

She hesitates fractionally.

"But it is not like fighting."

[gavemea_45]

He lets out a slow breath, and nods to the seat across from him.




"I'm sorry."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

"Skymall."

Yeah - do you really think she's going to tell you, Sam?


The waitrat returns with a plate of salted fries, a bottle of ketchup and a tall glass of Coke. (It's really not an Atlantean time.)

"Oh, good. Food's here."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew takes the seat, and shakes his head.

Heavily: "She was done lying, I guess."

[ellectrical]

It doesn't make her sit. She just folds her arms, and leans into the side of the booth.


"I -"

It's barely out before she seems to change her mind on it. There's a pause, and instead she goes with, "What're you working on?"

Even feigned, the interest is a little dim.

[gavemea_45]

"Not much, no."

Quietly said, but then he smiles a little.

"Probably more fun, though, right?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X has to think about that.





"I am very good at fighting."

Which is to say 'more fun' is probably not the right term.

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh."

He leans back in his seat a bit, studying her, then leans forward again.

"Why are you here? And don't tell me it's just for the fries. I'm not buying that."

A beat.

"Are you following me?"

[gavemea_45]

"A Latin translation."

Sam's looking at her a little more carefully now.

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

She's a tad bit preoccupied with squeezing a mountain of ketchup at the side of her plate.

When she looks up, her smile is perfectly harmless.

(And maybe a bit amused.)


"Maybe. Maybe not." She picks up her first fry, dunks it into the pool of crimson red, and takes a bite. "Y'know what, Sam? Maybe it's that I'm interested in you."

[gavemea_45]

"Maybe so."

A beat.

"She told you everything, huh."

[gavemea_45]

Sam shrugs.

"Just takes practice."

Beat.

"Wait. So if you're not that good at it, why did Tomas ask you to coach?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"He is seven. And running the bases requires strategy. Sometimes."

She falls silent for a second, considering.

Then --

"I do not know."

[ellectrical]

"What for?"

Still not what she wants to say, and she's not too good at hiding it.

[stilljustandrew]

"I think so. I think she did."

Beat.

Andrew looks up.

"She said ... you're okay with people here not knowing about it."

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh."

Sam glances down at the closed computer.

"I guess I am."

[gavemea_45]

"Ohhhh. Gotcha."

Beat.

"Hey, when you're seven, who knows."

[gavemea_45]

He blinks, looking startled, and a little wary.

"Why?"

[gavemea_45]

"Mostly because it'd be good to have some idea of what the words mean before I do anything with them."

Not that it looks like this spell's going to be any good for his purposes anyway, but that's beside the point.

He nods to the seat beside her.

"Want to sit down?"

[stilljustandrew]

You guess? he almost says. Doesn't.

"I've put it under conditional lock in the Security office," he says, "so it'll ping if anything like that demon attack last year happens in the bar again, but ..."

(Distantly marveling: I spent time in the cells because of that.)

(It doesn't seem relevant.)

"Other than that, I'm not gonna spread it around."

[gavemea_45]

"She told you about that?"

He sounds surprised now, and his gaze swings back up to Andrew's face.

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers that, too.

"You remember being seven?"

[gavemea_45]

"Well, yeah. Some of it, anyway."