Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: Alright. :) *heads back to the apartment with Sarah*

Sarah: *lets them both in once they get there* So um, do you wanna watch a movie? I rented a few a couple days ago...

Sam: That's a great idea. :) Any with you in them, Miss Stunt Double? :P

Sarah: Honestly, I don't even remember. ^^; The point is that you shouldn't be able to tell, anyway, so you wouldn't even notice. :P

Sam: Oh, I'd notice. Even if it was made to look like you weren't you. I just know you well enough. :P

Sarah: Riiight... *picks up a few movies and holds them out to him* Pick one, then. :P

Sam: Uhh... I don't watch a whole lot of movies... how about you pick one? ^^;

Sarah: *huffs, and picks a random one, putting it in the dvd player and grabbing the remote before sitting down on the couch*

Sam: I'm sorry - I'm just busy all the time - I can't just go to the theater... D:>

Sarah: I'm not mad at you, calm down...! D:

Sam: O-Okay, I just... I want to be careful not to, uh, I don't know. Ruin anything between us.

Sarah: I'm not gonna kick you out just because you don't have time to go to the movies, silly... XP

Sam: ... I have work. It's very important. I would if I could. :C

Sarah: Really, you don't have to worry about it. <:P

Sam: ... Ah, okay. .__. *he sits down on the couch*

Sarah: *leans over so her head rests on his shoulder, and plays the movie*

Sam: *with Sarah, he watches the movie, putting his hand on top of hers*

Sarah: *takes his hand, snuggling against him*

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Sam: ... To think we'd even exist after all that happened... I guess we can thank Lieutenant Crowe for that, even if he WAS racist.

Sarah: *nods* Mhmm... we went through hell for a while, but we eventually came out okay... shows how resilient human beings can be.

Sam: ... Kinda sucks that the X-WD community can't reproduce... this'll definitely take a toll on our population. <:/

Sarah: Yeah, it will... but think of it this way--if they could have, all those kids orphaned by the infection would've had no one to go to... <:/

Sam: True, there's always that... <:/ Then also, of course, in a city like this, there's still that awful crime-rate to worry about. I don't understand how ANYONE - ANYONE who could live through such TRAUMA like the second outbreak could even THINK about doing something terrible like stealing, or murder...

Sarah: Well... some people don't change, some people do. Maybe they thought it was the only way to survive, or... maybe the trauma just affected them so badly that it left them mentally scarred or something similar...

Sam: ... Sometimes, Sarah, I believe there's evil in the world just to spite every other living being who's good...

Sarah: I guess it can feel that way sometimes, can't it? But hey, if there was no evil, we wouldn't be able to appreciate the good, would we?

Sam: *he smiles a little at this* ... That's true... *he puts an arm around her shoulders* you're pretty good at this whole "being positive" thing. :P

Sarah: *puts an arm around his waist* I learned from the best... :P

Sam: You mean your dad? <:P

Sarah: That's exactly who I mean. He had his down moments, but half the time, he'd be this walking ball of optimism.

Sam: Well great, now you've stuck an image of Mr. Huntings as a ball in my head. THANKS, Sarah. XP

Sarah: *snickers* You're very welcome. X)

Sam: *laughs a little, then pulls her into a one armed hug as they walk* I love you, Sarah...

Sarah: *hugs him back, resting her head against his shoulder* I love you too...

Sam: *still hugging* ... You wanna head back to the apartment, or...?

Sarah: Sure, we can start heading back...

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Sam: Haha... *he gets out of the bed and goes into the kitchen for a quick breakfast of cereal*

Sarah: *follows him, taking the box when he was done and pouring herself a bowl*

Sam: *eats cereal* So... what should we do today? :P

Sarah: *eats cereal* Good question. :P Hmm... it's getting a bit warmer out...

Sam: Soo theeen... what do you suggest? :P

Sarah: I'm thinkiiing... *eats cereal* Weee... couuuld... go for a walk? In the park? Maybe?

Sam: I'd like that - that sounds pretty relaxing. :)

Sarah: Walking it is. :) *puts her empty bowl in the sink* Guess I'll go change. :P *heads back towards the bedroom*

Sam: Same here. :P *he finishes up his cereal, puts the bowl in the sink, then puts on a t-shirt and jeans (as during the week, he had found time to move his stuff into Sarah's apartment)*

Sarah: *puts on jeans and a nice shirt (might as well, I never wear it), and waits around for Sam* Readyyy~?

Sam: Yup. Let's go. :) *with Sarah, he walks to the park, then walks with her in the park, admiring the quietness that it held*

Sarah: *takes his hand, walking with him--she wondered why she never came out here more often, it was so quiet...*

Sam: *he smiles at her, taking her hand and holding it* Peaceful, huh?

Sarah: *smiles back* Mhmm... Nice and quiet...

Sam: It's early, too... so there's no one here... we're all alone.

Sarah: ...yup... it's um... different... I never come out here this early.

Sam: ... I never thought about it before, but... I'm glad society came back together as well as it did after the Green Flu outbreak - both of them...

Sarah: *nods in agreement* It all kind of fell into place rather quickly... Now that you mention it, I'm kind of surprised...

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Sam: *from this he smiles in his sleep, nuzzles Sarah a bit*

Sarah: *smiles at this, and lightly kisses his neck*

Sam: *with a small sigh, he opens his eyes, drowsily waking up*

Sarah: *quietly, smiling at him* good morning...

Sam: *smiles sleepily at her* G'morning... thank god for sundays, right?

Sarah: *grins* Yeah, seriously... *nuzzles him again* sleeping in is nice...

Sam: *nuzzles back* I completely agree. This whole "waking up at six" thing kinda sucks.

Sarah: Oh, I know how you feel. Besides, you deserve the rest.

Sam: *He grins slightly at her* Well, thank you. I DO deserve the rest. :P

Sarah: Heh. :P *continues to nuzzle him, briefly kissing his cheek, and sighing happily* I like this...

Sam: *his smile softens* ... Do you like being with me, Sarah?

Sarah: *nuzzles back into his neck and nods, closing her eyes* mhmm...

Sam: *his smile widens* ... I'm glad... *he nuzzles her back* ... may as well get up...

Sarah: *jokingly* Awww... but I don't wanna...

Sam: I know, it sucks, but we're awake anyway - we may as well just get up and do stuff.

Sarah: *sighs overdramatically* Okay, fiiiiiiiine. :P *gets out of bed*

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Sam: ... How's your mom doing, Sarah? Still doing okay?

Sarah: She's actually doing really well... she got a job, she's fending for herself now. :)

Sam: That's great news! What's she doing? :D

Sarah: She's actually, um... a janitor. At the prison. I think she said something about that being Dad's job when he died...

Sam: ... Oh... well, at least it's got some meaning for her... <:/

Sarah: Yup... she makes enough to get by, too, so I think she'll be fine... I don't think she'd mind a little help, though...

Sam: Glad to know she's doing fine. <:) Oh - speaking of fine things, I made a reservation for tomorrow night for the two of us at La Cucina di Venezia.

Sarah: *raises an eyebrow* Ooh. Fancy stuff, what are we celebrating?

Sam: ... Oh, y'know, just not dealing with Blood Puppet for a whole week. I think that's something to celebrate. :)

Sarah: I can agree with that. :) Guess I gotta look for something nice to wear tomorrow, huh? :P

Sam: Well, it's a semi-casual type of place, so you don't have to go nuts about it. :P

Sarah: *waves him off* Yeah, yeah, I know. :P You don't have to worry about me showing up in an evening gown or anything. XP

Sam: Well, good. XP Uh, so... I guess we should go to bed, or something, because it's kinda late and I'm really tired...

Sarah: Agreed. *heads into their room (hah... "their.")*

Sam: *follows her to bed, taking off his shirt and getting under the covers*

Sarah: *gets under the covers with him, putting an arm over him, snuggling into him*

Sam: *snuggles back, smiling, happy. He falls asleep like that*

Sarah: *falls asleep there as well, just as happy as him*

The Next Morning

Sam: *he sleeps later than usual, exhausted by the entire week*

Sarah: *is awake earlier, and stays in bed, relaxed. she nuzzles into his neck, lightly rubbing his back*

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Sam: *he heads over to the bedroom and nearly crashes onto the bed, incredibly tired*

Sarah: <:/ *climbs into bed with him, pulling the covers over both of them*

Sam: *almost immediately falls asleep*

Sarah: <:( ... *takes his hat off, and puts it on the table next to the bed before putting an arm over him and snuggling into him, falling asleep soon after him*

*it was a week later of the same daily routine that Sam suspected that, for now, all was safe and well. This day, he decides, he will purchase a wedding ring for Sarah, make a reservation at some sort of impressive restaurant, and hope for the best*

Sam: *already out of bed, he gets dressed, putting on his hat*

Sarah: *is just getting out of bed* Oh, I just remembered... *opens up a drawer and takes something out of it. She walks over to Sam, takes his hand and puts the object on it--it was a key* I figured it'd come in handy... you know, if I'm not home... or if I'm asleep... XP

Sam: Oh hey - thanks. That's... that's pretty helpful. :P I'll be going now, alright?

Sarah: Yeah, sure, don't let me make you late. :P I'll see you tonight.

Sam: *smiles at her* See you then. :) *he exits the apartment, heading to the outpost in order to quickly work on his mountain of papers so that he can buy Sarah's ring and make a reservation at... at a restaurant. Right. He'd have to think of one. One Sarah will like*

Sarah: *tries to think of something to DO... the day had barely started and she was already bored*

Sam: *he works through the day - when he finally leaves at 8:30pm, he immediately heads over to a jewelry store to pick up a wedding ring, then, with a bit of research, he manages to get a reservation at a semi-casual sort of place called La Cucina di Venezia*

Sarah: *is in the shower when Sam gets home, figuring she was safe to do so since he could let himself into the apartment now*

Sam: *is relieved when he hears the shower on, and quickly takes the box holding the ring out of its bag, then hiding the box in one of his many pockets inside his trenchcoat. Then he tears the bag apart and throws the pieces in the trash*

Sarah: *soon emerges from the shower, coming out into the main room to see if Sam had arrived yet* Ah. Hello, you. :P How was work today?

Sam: Dull. Boring. Exhausting. As usual. :P

Sarah: Figured as much. :P

Sam: And how has your day been? XP

Sarah: Went to visit mom earlier, but otherwise, it's been rather uneventful. :P

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Sam: Yeah... here's hoping... <:/

Sarah: *nuzzles into his neck* mm... for now, you should just get some sleep... you need it.

Sam: Mmhm... good idea, there... *he eventually falls asleep*

Sarah: *takes a little longer to fall asleep, but she doesn't mind--she liked being that close to Sam. it felt nice... she drifts off after a while, content*

The Next Morning

Sam: *he wakes up early in order to get dressed - today for sure would be a day for paperwork*

Sarah: *wakes up when Sam is almost done dressing* mmn... morning...

Sam: G'morning, Sarah. ^^ Lots of stuff to do today - boring stuff. :/

Sarah: *sits up and stretches, yawning* Paperwork today, huh?

Sam: Yup yup. Still wanna come? Because from my experience, I can tell you that there's NOTHING to look forward to. :/

Sarah: Ehhh... I think I'll stay behind today. But you have to promise you'll call me if something crazy happens. D:

Sam: You don't even have to ask. *he puts his hat on* See you later - WAY later. :/ *he walks out and drives to the military outpost*

Sarah: *lays back down with a sigh, staring at the ceiling, wondering what she's going to do today since he didn't have to work until the next gig came up...*

Much Later, 9:00pm

Sam: *he knocks on the door to the apartment, looking quite exhausted from the repetitive task he had to complete all day*

Sarah: *had stayed up for this exact reason (she'll fix that in a second), and opens the door to let him in* Hey... you get all that paperwork done?

Sam: ... No... got, like, one-twentieth of it done... and now I'm really really tired... and my head hurts...

Sarah: You should get get some sleep, then... do you want anything for the headache? <:/

Sam: Nah... I'm sure it'll go away once my brain figures out that I'm not reading small print under a dim light anymore... just bed... bed for me... bed seems really nice right now...

Sarah: Bed it is... *heads for her room, yawning as she walked*

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Sam: Right - I'll wait and shower after you.

Sarah: *nods, and enters the bathroom (locking the door this time, heh) and showers*

Sam: *lies down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened that day*

Sarah: *comes out of the bathroom after a few minutes, drying out her hair with a towel* Your turn.

Sam: *Nods* Thanks. *he gets up and heads into the bathroom to shower*

Sarah: *climbs into bed and gets under the covers, staring up at the ceiling, hoping tomorrow will be easier...*

Sam: *he showers, then comes out clean, shirtless and somewhat dry. He gets on his side of the bed, lying down with a sigh*

Sarah: ...You tired too? <:/

Sam: ... Yeah... but it's been kinda a long day anyway, so... I think I'm justified in being tired.

Sarah: *sighs* Understandable. I just hope we get an ACTUAL BREAK soon... DX

Sam: Hopefully... *he sighs again, snuggling against Sarah* I'm actually kinda missing paperwork...

Sarah: *snuggles back, laughing a bit* Oh, I can believe that...

Sam: Maybe it has something to do with all the trauma I've been having to deal with recently...

Sarah: *nods, rubbing his back* I'm pretty sure it has EVERYTHING to do with that... <:(

Sam: I was being sarcastic...

Sarah: Well, it's probably TRUE... D:

Sam: It IS true... DX

Sarah: <:( *kisses him* Then we'll have to hope things slow down for a while...

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Harry: I think I'm ready to go home now... don't know how long we've been here, though...

Sam: Long enough, Dad - it's okay. <:)

Sarah: :)

Claire: *helps Harry up* Come on, time for us to be heading out.

Harry: *is helped up* Oh... okay... where'we going?

Sam: *sighs, shaking his head sadly at his father*

Sarah: <:/

Claire: *starts leading him out* We're going home... say goodbye to Sam and Sarah...

Harry: *looks over his shoulder to see them* Goodbye, Sam... goodbye, Sarah...

Sam: Bye, Dad. <:(

Sarah: Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Gatzsky... <:(

Claire: Oh, you don't need to do that... Just Claire and Harry is fine. :)

Sarah: ...Okay. :)

Sam: ... goodbye, Mom...

Harry: *looks around the place, confused*

Claire: Goodbye Sam, Sarah. Let me know when you catch the man who did this... <:/

Sarah: We will. :/

Claire: *walks out with Harry*

Harry: ... She's his daughter...

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Sam: ... Well. That was fun. So much for getting paperwork done.

Claire: Hm? You mean Sarah? ...yes, she's Todd's daughter...

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Sarah: Tell me you're being sarcastic... D; You know what? I don't think that Blood Puppet guy's gonna give up...<:(

Harry: ... Todd said I should be happy for Sam... since he's found love...

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Sam: Of course not. After all, he wants to "eat me". XC

Claire: You should be... it's a wonderful thing...

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Sarah: That's just wrong... on SO many levels... DX

Harry: ... It IS a wonderful thing... I'm happy for him...

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Sam: Hah, yeah. You're very VERY right. DX

Claire: So am I... *leads him out of the apartment building and into her car*

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Sarah: Mmf... the quicker we take him down, the better...

Harry: *holds onto her tightly, as he didn't have his cane there to support him*

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Sam: Right. For now, though, I think it would be good to go sleep. D:

Claire: *helps support him, and helps him into the car once they get outside* ...I hope they last...

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Sarah: That sounds like a WONDERFUL idea... D:

Harry: ... I hope so, too...

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Sam: Right. Off to bed, off to bed. D: *walks over to the bedroom*

Claire: *looks at him, a bit surprised that he still remembered, and smiles, turning the car on, and driving back home*

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Sarah: *follows him in, grabbing her clothes* I'm gonna shower real quick... *heads for the bathroom*

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Harry: He talked to YOU? :/

Sam: *hangs up* Who talked to who? D:

Sarah: *nods to Harry, then looks at Sam and shakes her head* It's nothing. :/

Sam: Uhh... okay. D:/

Harry: He came to me in a dream - he was human... D:>

Sarah: *sits down next to Harry* Same here... only he turned human as he was leaving...

Harry: ... You're his daughter... aren't you...?

Sam: :/

Sarah: *nods* Mhmm... <:(

Harry: ... That... that makes sense... *he smiles slightly at her* ... I'm glad Sam has you to help him...

Sam: ... ^^;

Sarah: I'm more than happy to help. <:)

*someone knocks on the door*

Harry: Help with what? :/

Sam: Well, that was pretty quick. .__. *he walks over and opens the door*

Sarah: *smiles sadly and shakes her head, then looks over at Sam* Well, she WAS worried...

Claire: *is there* Sam! *loks past him, and breathes a sigh of relief* Harry... *to Sam* Can I come in?

Sam: Uh, yeah, I'm sure it's okay with Sarah, so... *he steps aside*

Harry: Claire... :)

Claire: *steps inside, approaching her husband* Harry... <:) I'm glad to see you're safe... Are you feeling alright?

Sarah: *stands from the couch, in case Claire wanted to sit down*

Sam: *takes Sarah's hand* ...

Harry: Why wouldn't I be feeling alright? :/

Sarah: *holds his hand* ...

Claire: *smiles at him* I just wanted to make sure. *to Sam and Sarah* Thank you so much for finding him...

Sam: Well it's not like I'd just leave him with that psycho, Mom... <:/

Harry: Psycho? There was a psycho?? D:>

Claire: I know--*to Harry* It's alright, Harry, don't worry about it.

Sarah: We really couldn't leave him, considering that freak's track record...

Claire: Well, thank you all the same.

Sam: No problem, Mom. <:)

Harry: Where are we...? D;/

Claire: We're at Sarah's right now. Do you want to go home?

Sarah: <:)

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