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Sam: *His hateful look softens when he sees Annabelle follow behind Blood Puppet, carrying a sword* ... D:> Annabelle... Put the sword down. We're here to rescue you.

Blood Puppet: You're going to SHOOT HER!

Sam: THAT'S THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING I'VE EVER HEARD! WHY WOULD WE SHOOT HER?? SHE'S INNOCENT!! DDD8<

Soldiers: *Wait for Sam's orders*

Annabelle: *her own expression softens slightly when she sees the Lieutenant--she hasn't forgotten the time spent with Dusk* ...

Sam: ... This has gone on for FAR TOO LONG, Blood Puppet! D8<

Blood Puppet: ... About a decade, I'd think.

Sam: *Growling* A decade IS too long. You die today, Hobbes, or you come quietly to prison. >:(

Blood Puppet: ... Where I'll be executed anyway.

Sam: But you'll live longer. And the execution can be painless.

Blood Puppet: Lieutenant Gatzsky, I'm sorry to tell you that I'd rather take my chances fighting you and your squad.

Sam: Then so be it -- FIRE! DDD8<

Soldiers: *Shoot at Blood Puppet*

Blood Puppet: *Dodges and hits the bullets with his katana*

Annabelle: *follows suit, helping defend her father with her own blade*

Soldiers: *Try shooting Blood Puppet, but one ends up getting stabbed by Blood Puppet. Others are slashed*

Sam: !!!! *Shoots at Blood Puppet* DDDD8<

Blood Puppet: *Dodges the bullets*

Annabelle: *easily stabs one or two of the soldiers, as they weren't allowed to shoot at her. she avoids the Lieutenant, though. She didn't want to hurt him.*

One Soldier: *Shoots at Annabelle as soon as she stabs a friend of his* NO!!

Sam: PALLINSKY!! DDDD8<

Blood Puppet: !!!

Annabelle: --!! *is hit in the shoulder, which causes her to drop her sword and cry out in surprise and pain--she backs up towards Blood Puppet, a hand over the wound in her shoulder, clenching her teeth to prevent herself from crying out again*

Blood Puppet: ANNABELLE!! D8> *He snarls at Sam* YOU'LL REGRET THIS!! D8<

Sam: ME?? D8<

Blood Puppet: YOU'LL PAY FOR HURTING HER!! DDDD8<

Sam: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! NOW LET HER GO SO WE CAN GIVE HER MEDICAL ATTENTION! D8<

Blood Puppet: YOU'RE NOT TOUCHING HER!! GET OUT!! GET OUT OR I KILL MORE SOLDIERS!! DDDD8<

Sam: NO!! D8<

Blood Puppet: *Quickly lets go of Annabelle to run a soldier through*

Sam: DDDDD8> !!!! L-let's go! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE! D8> *He hates having to leave like this, but he doesn't want to risk his soldier's lives unnecessarily. They all get back into the van and drive off*

Annabelle: *whimpers a bit from the pain, hobbling back over to pick up her sword once the Lieutenant and his soldiers had left*

Blood Puppet: *Runs over to Annabelle and immediately inspects the wound* ... The Lieutenant will pay for this, Annabelle... Don't you worry, I'll make him suffer for what he's done...! DB<

Annabelle: I-I'll be fine, I promise...

Blood Puppet: It's a bullet it your shoulder! He's HURT YOU, Annabelle! This is a matter of MANNERS! Of JUSTICE! DDD8<

Annabelle: Just--Just don't hurt him, okay? Please?

Blood Puppet: ... ... Very well, Annabelle. I'll find some other way to punish him.

Annabelle: *isn't quite sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing...* C-Can we go back inside?

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Blood Puppet: *Under his mask, he smiles*

Annabelle: :) *lets go of him to pick the water bottle up again, and takes another drink*

Blood Puppet: ... Perhaps in the future, you can put that talent of yours to good use...

Annabelle: ? *looks up and gives Blood Puppet a questioning look* ...What did you have in mind?

Blood Puppet: Anything that comes up, really.

Annabelle: Oh... *looks back down, tapping the near-empty water bottle against the ground* ...Is the Lieutenant still looking for us?

Blood Puppet: He is, but he's gotten nowhere, it seems. He's not as focused now, or as willing to attack me head-on. I blame that on his children. I'm sure he'd hate to leave them fatherless.

Annabelle: Mm... You... you won't leave me, will you?

Blood Puppet: ... *He looks away from her* ... I will eventually, Annabelle. That's just life. I'll stay with you for as long as I can, though.

Annabelle: *isn't very happy with this answer* ...Okay. *sits silently for a few moments, then leans against her father's side* ...

Blood Puppet: ... *He hugs Annabelle a bit more tightly* ... I love you, Annabelle. Never forget that.

Annabelle: *also hugs him a bit more nightly, nuzzling into his shoulder* I won't... I love you too...

*It's four years later when Sam finally pulls together another group for a rescue mission for Annabelle. Sam has been caught up with a sudden increase in the Mafia's power. The leader of the group has attempted to pull the power out from under Sam's feet a few times. Sometimes he's even received bribes and death threats from them, all of which the Lieutenant has ignored. Mostly the group ran drug dealings, but sometimes they'd attempt a terrorist attack on their own city. Sam sees them as nothing more than dirt. Dirt mucking up what he's already cleaned*

Sam: *Is not focused on the Mafia currently. As stated before, he's leading a rescue mission for Annabelle. They drive up to Blood Puppet's hide out. Sam steps out and so do six of his best men and women. They all proceed with caution*

Inside

Blood Puppet: I heard what seems to be a truck of some sort. I do believe we have visitors, Annabelle. *He grabs his katana and gets up*

Annabelle: It's been a while since they've dropped by... *picks up her own blade, also standing up* Should we hide?

Blood Puppet: No. No, we'll drive them away this time. *He walks out*

Sam: FREEZE WHERE YOU ARE, BLOOD PUPPET! *raises his gun to him*

Soldiers: *All do the same*

Annabelle: *follows him out, keeping a firm grip on her sword. she was ready* ...

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Sam: *Can't help but smile, nuzzling Sarah a little* Alright, alright... Whatever you say, Boss. <:P

Harry: *yips*

Sarah: *smiles a bit at this* Good. :P Now, you make yourself comfortable, I'll take care of everything else. ;P

Sam: Okay, okay. XP *he lies back down on the bed*

Harry: *yips again, wagging his tail*

Sarah: *pets Harry before standing up* Today's going to be an easy day. :P

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Annabelle: *wipes the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, the other holding a sword up at her father*

Blood Puppet: *the years have been harsh to him, though he tries hard to keep his emotions in check for Annabelle's sake He wears his mask more often than before. He has not fixed the tear-like crack under its eye* Fight HARDER, Annabelle! Be fast! Come on! *Swings his own katana at her*

Annabelle: !! *blocks his swing, deflecting the attack to one side, and stabs at him*

Blood Puppet: *Parries the attack* Nicely done. When one parries a stabbing shot like that, the best thing to do it to go for the legs or the head. When that fails, you use the opportunity to drive their weapon upwards or downwards and kick them in the torso.

Annabelle: *nods, taking a step back and away from him, then going back into her stance, ready for the next attack*

Blood Puppet: *Attacks Annabelle with a horizontal slash, putting some force in the blow*

Annabelle: !! *deflects his blade upwards, using her height (or lack thereof) to her advantage and ducking under his attack, retaliating with a slash at his legs*

Blood Puppet: *Annabelle manages to hit him, or rather, the padding he's wearing* !! ... Excellent work, Annabelle. You may take a break.

Annabelle: *huffs, sitting down where she stands, sweaty and exhausted. She had been training every day for the past week, and it was starting to take a toll on her*

Blood Puppet: ... *He takes a water bottle from a beaten up cooler and hands it to Annabelle after sitting down next to her* ... Here. You've earned it, Dearest. All this time and you've truly been mastering all that I've taught you.

Annabelle: ! Thank you, Father. *gratefully takes the bottle, and chugs down most of it in one shot* I try my best.

Blood Puppet: Well your best is a damned fine job. :) *He pulls her into a one-armed hug*

Annabelle: !! *puts the bottle down and hugs him with both arms* Thank you. :)

Blood Puppet: Don't thank me for the truth. <:)

Annabelle: Well, I learned from the best. <:)

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Sam: No, no it's okay, he just -- He's just heavy! D:

Harry: *squirms in Sarah's grip, putting his mouth on her shoulder but not really biting*

Sarah: *re-adjusts her grip on the puppy* Yeah, I can see that. XP Oh--I got him a collar with a tag, by the way, since we hadn't named him until you brought him home. *holds Harry up to Sam can see the dark green collar and little silver dog tag* This okay?

Sam: That's just fine. It even matches his eyes and everything. <:D

Harry: *continues to squirm, excited by the new day*

Sarah: I hoped you'd like it. ^^ *sets Harry back down on the bed*

Harry: *romps around on the bed a bit*

Sam: XD; *grimaces suddenly from the wave of pain that hits his torso* DDDX ...!

Sarah: !! *grabs Harry off the bed again, setting him on the ground, and running to grab the pain pills again*

Sam: *has a tight grip on his rib-cage, gritting his teeth*

Harry: *whimpers and licks his arm*

Sarah: *returns quickly, medicine and glass of water in hand* Now I'm really glad I didn't let you go out today. *hands these to him*

Sam: Auugh... Thanks. DX *He takes the pills and water from Sarah and chugs them down* Guh... *he pets Harry*

Harry: *Continues attempting to lick his hand*

Sarah: *sits on the edge of the bed with a sigh, trying to think of something to change the topic to* ...So I um, got your mom to come over for a bit yesterday. *smiles a bit* Harry was really happy to meet her, apparently.

Sam: *he laughs a bit at this* Well, he's a puppy. I'm sure he's happy to meet new people all the time. ^^

Harry: *flips over onto his back and paws at Sam's side*

Sarah: *rubs Harry's belly with one hand* I guess so. I wonder what Mom'll think... Dunno if she's fond of dogs or not.

Sam: Well, you'll find out eventually. <:P Hell, you could probably find out TODAY.

Harry: *Kicks his leg as Sarah rubs his belly*

Sarah: *rubrub* Good point. You gotta get your rest anyway, so I don't think you'll be doing too much. <:P

Sam: Bah... The least I could've done was brought some work home with me...

Harry: *happy*

Sarah: *leans over to kiss him* You've been working hard these past few weeks. You really do deserve the rest, Sam. <:(

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Sam: *Drinks down the pills, then lies down on the bed with a sigh, hoping they take effect quickly*

Sarah: *lays down on the bed next to him, rubbing his torso where she saw it was bothering him* How bad is it...?

Sam: Just, uh... A bruised and a cracked rib. Nothing too horrible. I mean, nothing's really BROKEN...

Sarah: *rubs* Ah... Heh... I knew you'd have too much fun... I think you should stay home tomorrow. <:/

Sam: ... But I still need to investigate the area that someone spotted Hobbes in... <:/

Sarah: If you run into him like this, you're not going to be able to take him. <:/

Sam: ... <:/ ... Alright, I'll stay home tomorrow.

Sarah: Thank you. <:(

Sam: *He kisses her cheek, then snuggles against her*

Sarah: *nuzzles into his shoulder, putting an arm over him8 Goodnight...

Sam: Same to you... <:P *He closes his eyes and tries to sleep*

Sarah: *is still very tired, and falls asleep quickly*

Sam: *Takes a bit longer to fall asleep, waiting for the pain pills to kick in, then finally does once they do*

The Next Morning

Harry: *whines to be let out of his crate*

Sam: *Asleep*

Sarah: *is woken up by the dog, and sighs a little bit, turning towards the crate* Shhh... D;

Harry: *scratches at the door of the crate, still whimpering*

Sam: *Stirs a little* Mmn...?

Sarah: *sighs, and gets out of bed to let Harry out of the crate*

Harry: *sprints out and around the room, the hops onto the bed and walks on Sam's legs*

Sam: *This wakes him up* Ow! Ow! Heavy puppy! D:

Sarah: Ah--*picks Harry up* I knew that was a bad idea, sorry. <:P

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Harry: *Doesn't struggle in Claire's grip. In fact, he seems to enjoy it. He licks her cheek*

Claire: Heheh. *is already very fond of the puppy*

Later, That Night

Sam: *He manages to get home, though his injuries truly bother him. He opens the door to find everyone sleeping together on the couch* ... <:)

Harry: *asleep*

Sarah: *is asleep with a kid on either side of her, both of them snuggled into her sides with Harry sprawled across her lap. it was a bit of a comical sight, though you could tell they were all exhausted*

Sam: *He slowly, carefully walks over to them, his arm tightly pressed against his ribs from the pain. Sam then pokes Sarah a few times on the shoulder* <:P

Harry: *asleep*

Sarah: ... ! *jumps slightly, looking up with her eyes wide until she sees Sam, and she relaxes* Oh, hey... *frowns a bit when she sees him holding his middle* You doing okay there...?

Sam: *Whispers to her so he doesn't wake the kids up* Just an injury I got while on the job. I've got pain medication for it, but it only recently wore off.

Harry: *has woken up when Sarah moves* !

Sarah: D: ... Well how about this, you go get some rest, and i'll put the kids to bed, okay? <:(

Kids: *asleep*

Sam: ... Alright, if you really want to handle both of them. <:/

Harry: *hops off Sarah and trots over to lick Sam's fingers*

Sarah: I think I can handle two sleeping four-year-olds. Go to bed, Sam. <:P

Sam: *Gives Sarah a tiny smile, then shuffles over, up the stairs and into the bedroom, where he lies in bed and tries going to sleep. The pain makes this difficult*

Sarah: *puts the two kids to bed, then leads Harry to his crate, closing the door on him before getting into bed with a tired sigh* ...so, you going to tell me what happened, or...?

Sam: Well, I... kinda had to stop that Tank I mentioned earlier from robbing a bank. Got hit once.

Harry: *whimpers from inside the crate*

Sarah: ! ...alright, where are your pain meds?

Sam: In one of my coat pockets. *He bites his bottom lip from a sudden spike in pain*

Sarah: D:> *quickly gets up to retrieve the pills, and comes back with those and a glass of water* How many of these do you take at once?

Sam: Two. *He rubs his torso a little, desperately trying to dull the pain he's in*

Sarah: *pops out two pills, then hands them to him along with the glass of water*

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Harry: *Yips happily, jumping a bit to get at Emma*

meanwhile

Sam: *Calls the Outpost to get some soldiers over to arrest the Tank*

Victor: *Unconscious*

Emma: *tries to reach down to pet the puppy*

Sarah: *sets Emma down when they get downstairs, and goes to make her daughter some breakfast*

Harry: *licks Emma's hand*

meanwhile

Sam: *Once the soldiers arrive, he stumbles out. With the help of a van, he gets to the Outpost to get medical attention*

Sarah: *checks on Lance after a while and finds him awake, so she brings him downstairs while she finishes breakfast. after sitting them down at the table to eat, she goes to pick up the phone, and dials Claire's number*

Harry: *Watches Sarah dial Claire's number, nose quivering*

meanwhile

Sam: *As it turned out, Sam now has a bruised rib and a slightly cracked one under it. He is immediately treated for the cracked rib, though he just has to deal with the bruised one himself*

Claire: *picks up* Hello?

Sarah: Hey, Claire! I was just wondering if you could watch the kids for a little bit, if you aren't busy...

Claire: Oh, of course! Right now?

Sarah: Whenever you're available. ^^;

Claire: Okay, so right now. ;) I'll be there in a little bit.

Sarah: Awesome, thank you! *hangs up*

Emma: Grandma's coming? :D

Harry: *He sits rather quietly, tail wagging furiously* ...

meanwhile

Sam: *Is getting patched up*

Sarah: Yep! Mommy's gotta go out and get a few things for Harry, but I shouldn't be too long. <:P

Lance: Yay! :D

*a little while passes*

Sarah: *goes to answer the doorbell, and lets Claire in* Thanks for coming. ^^

Claire: You know it's always my pleasure. ^^

Harry: *Immediately runs over and jumps on Claire, standing on his two legs and pressing his front paws against her, licking her excitedly. He acts as if he already knows her*

meanwhile

Sam: *it's hours later when the surgeons help fix Sam up. The Lieutenant immediately goes back to work, this time opting to sit and do paperwork, despite Gilder's pleadings for Sam to just go home and rest*

Claire: !!? *is caught off-guard by the puppy's sudden appearance* Hah--well, THIS little guy's new.

Sarah: Ah, whoops! *picks Harry up* Sorry about that, Sam just brought him home yesterday. ^^;

Emma: *from the dining room* HE'S SO CUTE!

Claire: *laughs* That he is!

Harry: *fully leans himself over, trying to get at Claire and lick her more*

meanwhile

Sam: *continues doing paperwork, ignoring the throbbing pain in his torso*

Sarah: *nearly drops him because of this--she readjusts him in her arms* Jeez, Harry, calm down. XP

Claire: ! *is pretty sure she heard that correctly. she says nothing*

Sarah: *sets Harry down* Anyways uh, I should probably get going. I shouldn't be long! Thanks again! ^^ *leaves*

Claire: *waves a goodbye, then looks back down at the puppy* ...Harry, hm?

Harry: *rolls over onto his back, as if asking for a belly rub. His tail wags furiously*

Claire: *smiles, and kneels down to rub the puppy's belly with both hands*

Harry: *Kicks his leg excitedly, panting. His green eyes look up at Claire with all the love a puppy can give. And perhaps more*

Claire: *her smile widens, and she picks up the puppy, carrying him over to where the kids are*

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Harry: *Hops up onto his hind legs and puts his paws on Sarah's legs, staring up at her*

Sarah: I'll take that as a yes. :P *picks the puppy up, then opens the door out of the room, heading downstairs*

Harry: *Doesn't struggle in Sarah's grip, but licks her hands*

meanwhile

Tank: *Punches in the doors of a bank* Call the police and you'll be crushed under my disgusting, swollen fists! Resistance will meet a similar fate, as well as time-wasting antics and vigilantes.

Everyone: *cowers* D8

Tank: My name is Victor, by the way... But you may call me "your doom".

Sam: Well that's too cheesy, in my opinion. If I were you, I'd come up with a more interesting name --

Victor: THE LIEUTENANT! D8< RAARGH! *slams his fist into a desk while trying to get at Sam - who sidesteps the attack casually - and breaks the wooden thing in half, sending both pieces flying upwards*

Sam: -- Like "Giganto". Or "Muscle-Head". *Dodges Victor's fist again, this time rolling out of the way of a slamming to the floor* ... Or "The Hulk".

Victor: INSOLENT PEST!

Sam: Not really, since I kind of rule this nation with a pretty little fist. You're a bit of an insult to me, Vick'. You're invading MY city, specifically. You could have done this in TEXAS, and yet you choose NEW YORK of all places to act like a big rabid gorilla.

Victor: I AM MORE THAN JUST AN "INSULT", I WILL BE YOUR DEATH, GATZSKY!

Sam: ... Uh huh. Okay, so since you ignored everything I said anyway, I guess I'll just skip to the part where I tranquilize you and throw you in a reinforced prison cell. *Gets two tranq-guns ready*

Sarah: *smiles, glad that the puppy is more friendly than rowdy--at least, so far. she gets downstairs, sets Harry down, and looks for the food bowls Sam had brought yesterday. She sets them down near the edge of the kitchen and fills them with food and water* There you go. <3

Harry: *Immediately starts snarfing the food down*

meanwhile

Sam: *shoots tranquilizers at the Tank. One hits* One.

Victor: What's that supposed to mean?? D8<

Sam: *reloads* Three more to go.

Sarah: *laughs a bit, then goes to look through the stuff Sam brought in to try and find a tag for the little guy. Finding none, she adds this to the list of things she needs to go out and get. She makes a mental note to call Claire and ask if she can watch the kids while she runs out and gets all this stuff*

Harry: *devours his food*

meanwhile

Sam: *keeps attempting to sedate the Tank until another tranquilizer hits* Two.

Victor: STOP THAT!! D8< *throws a punch at him*

Sam: *barely avoids it but remains calm*

Sarah: *realizes that sh's pretty hungry as well, and fixes herself up something to eat before the kids wake up*

Harry: *Finishes his food, tail wagging*

meanwhile

Sam: *Keeps dodging the Tank's hits* Getting tired, Vick'?

Victor: *Is* SHUH... SHUT UP...!! *manages to hit Sam with a punch to the gut*

Sam: !!!?? *Is punched to hard he's sent flying into the air, crash-landing onto the ground with a grunt*

Sarah: *looks over at Harry and laughs* You're quick. :P Lemme finish my cereal, and we can go wake up the kids, okay?

Harry: *Bounces around the place happily*

meanwhile

Victor: AHAH! I WIN, LIEUTENANT GATZSKY! I! WIN!

Sam: *having some trouble getting up* Hhk...

Sarah: *grinning, she sets the cereal bowl down in the sink and heads upstairs, only slightly cracking the door open to make sure the kids were awake first*

Lance: *is still very much asleep*

Emma: *is absently playing around with one of her stuffed animals, being rather quiet*

Harry: *Follows Sarah upstairs happily, tail wagging*

meanwhile

Victor: Now then... To finish this! *Raises both his fists to crush Sam, and slams them down onto the floor*

Sam: *manages to roll out of the way just in time, then shoots another tranquilizer into the Tank's arm* Th... Three.

Victor: !! D8< *Is starting to feel the effects of the first two tranquilizers, and he's a bit wobbly* Fuh... Fuuhh... k...

Sam: Language, Mister-The-Hulk. There's kids present. *He coughs up a bit of blood, then stumbles to his feet*

Sarah: *steps into the room with Harry on her heels, and moves towards Emma's crib, keeping her voice low* Morning, Emma. You're up a little early. <:P

Emma: *quietly* I wasn't sleepy...

Sarah: *picks her up* You look mighty sleepy to me. :P Come on, let's let your brother rest a bit. *goes to step out of the room*

Harry: *Runs out of the room, down the stairs, up the stairs, then around and back, sitting in front of Sarah with his tail wagging*

meanwhile

Sam: *ducks out of the way of another wild fist-swing* Calm down!

Victor: RRAAHHHGH!! *smashing walls and things*

Sam: *Shoots him a final time* Four! Down you go! D:<

Victor: RRRAAUUUHH... Hhahhuhh... Hnn... *He falls over, unconscious*

Sarah: *is rather amused by the puppy's antics, and walks downstairs with Emma in her arms*

Emma: *yawns widely*

Sarah: *laughs a little* You're sure you're not tired?

Emma: M'sure...

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Sam: *He kisses her back, his kiss on her lips* So I better get ready and go to the Outpost. Busy day today. A Walter Hobbes sighting as well as a report from the team doing the Mafia raid. We've also got a rogue Tank running around and doing damage. I had no idea there were any Tanks left, but I guess there is. The guy's pretty old. I shouldn't have an issue with him.

Harry: *Whines*

Sarah: *pets Harry* Well, I wish you luck. <:/

Sam: Hah, like I'll need it... But thanks anyway. ;P *He gets his coat and guns. It's been five years since he married Sarah. Four since their children were born. Sam smiles at the thought. It feels almost like days to him. Of course, if it was only days, Sam would be 30, not 35. He feels old, but he dares not say that in front of Sarah, who probably feels worse. 40. It's crazy what kind of bond one can develop with a person they've known for 35 years*

Harry: *sits on the bed*

Sarah: Hey, I have every right to worry. :P *flops back onto her pillow with a sigh, a bit worn out from dealing with her kids all day. Has it really been four years already? Lance and Emma were four years old... Man how time flies. It seems like it was only yesterday that they were running around an abandoned palace while their parents tracked down whatever infected were still left... like it was only yesterday that they went their separate ways after she left for school... like it was only yesterday that they ran into each other again, that fateful day five years ago...* ...I feel old.

Sam: *He snorts in a failed attempt to contain his laughter* Sarah, you... Kinda ready my mind right there. Not that I think your old. You still look as beautiful as ever and you've never lost your charm, but... I was thinking the same thing about myself. XD;

Harry: *cocks his head*

Sarah: *snorts at his commentary, but grins good-naturedly* Maybe we're BOTH getting old... heheh... so much has HAPPENED, though... feels like I should be older, heh.

Sam: A life of adventure can do that, heheh. ;P

Harry: *whines*

Sarah: *pets Harry* I guess so. <:P

Sam: Oh, speaking of adventure... I only found out a week ago that my mom and Gilder are dating. It totally slipped my mind. I forgot to tell you. All this time and I never knew. How the hell did they keep it a secret?

Harry: *Whines for some reason*

Sarah: *still petting Harry* Wait. Claire and Gilder? Since when?? o__o

Sam: Since four years ago, apparently. .__.;

Harry: *Huffs, lying his head down on the bed*

Sarah: ...Okay, either they've been really good at hiding it, or we've just been THAT busy. .__.;;;

Sam: *Puts his hat on* ^^;

Harry: *Closes his eyes, tail no longer wagging*

Sarah: Heheh... I'll see you when you get back. Don't have TOO much fun. <:P

Sam: Sarah, I'm sorry, but that's impossible. :P *Walks over to leave*

Harry: ! *Immediately hops off the bed and runs over to Sam to lick his fingers*

Sam: ? Oh! That reminds me -- Don't forget to bring a crate home for him!

Sarah: I won't forget. <:P

Sam: Great. ;D *he then leaves for work*

Harry: *Sniffs Sarah's legs*

Sarah: *leans down to pet him* Hey little guy. Hungry?

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Harry: *He pads over to the bedside, then, with some effort, hops up on it, stepping on Sam to get to Sarah*

Sam: *Tries not to make a sound when the puppy steps on his pelvis* XC !!?

Sarah: *suppresses a quiet laugh, and pulls the puppy onto her lap once he gets within reach, rubbing his fur* You need to go to bed, little guy. :P

Harry: *Licks his snout while staring at Sarah*

Sam: *Still uncomfortable from the hit he took to his pelvis* XC

Sarah: *with a sigh* Ohhh, dear, what are we going to do with you. :I Any ideas, Sam?

Sam: J-Just... Uh, um... Wuh - Well, we'll definitely need a crate for him. Just let him sleep on the bed for now, if he wants to. As long as he doesn't step on my PARTICULAR AREA THAT SHOULDN'T BE STEPPED ON again. XC

Harry: *cocks his head to the side, tail wagging*

Sarah: *snickers* Oh-kaaay. XP *picks Harry up, and places him at the foot of the bed* Stay. Staaay. :I

Harry: *His tail continues to wag as he stares at them*

Sam: ... Heh. He's cute. Really cute. I can tell he's going to be a really big dog, though. So he can't get used to the idea of sleeping on the bed.

Sarah: Like I said, I'll pick up the crate for him tomorrow. *watches him for a moment longer to make sure he'll stay put, then finally lays down*

Sam: *He lies down as well, sighing happily and shutting his eyes*

Harry: *crawls over to them and rests his head in between their pillows, tail still wagging*

Sarah: *turns over to cuddle against Sam, and jumps a bit when she finds Harry right in between them. She sighs, and pets the puppy before settling in and trying to fall asleep*

Sam: *Having been through a long day, he falls asleep easily*

Harry: *Soon falls asleep after everyone else*

The Next Morning

Sam: *Still asleep*

Harry: *Also still asleep*

Sarah: *wakes up to find a puppy in her line of sight instead of her husband, and is very confused for a brief moment until she remembers that they had decided to let the puppy sleep there that night. she smiles a bit, then rolls over to stare at the ceiling, trying not to disturb the other two--it wasn't time for Sam to get up yet, anyway*

Harry: *Is woken up from Sarah's movement and looks over at her, tail wagging. He immediately moves over to lick her face*

Sam: *Still asleep*

Sarah: !! *flinches away in surprise, but she smiles, and reaches up to scratch behind the puppy's ear*

Harry: *licks her hand, then goes back to licking her face*

Sam: *waking up* ... Mmn...

Sarah: ! *sits up to escape the puppy's excitable licking. she looks over at Sam, hoping she didn't wake him up* ^^;

Sam: *Now semi-awake. He also sits up and gives Sarah a sleepy smile* ... Heeyyy... 'Morning.

Harry: *Squeaks happily*

Sarah: Morning. :) *leans over to kiss his cheek*

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