Todd Wants Key's Face

Sarah: *comes back after a few moments, dashing back under the blankets* Still freezing. D; Gonna take a while to warm back up... I guess we can hang out until then.

Sam: *is glad to see Sarah back, though no part of his face indicates this. He hopes he'll be able to move more body parts soon - it would be nice to walk again*

Sarah: *stares back, wondering how he felt right now. could he see her? he must be able to, he was looking right at her...* I dunno if you're all there, Sam... but I just want you to know that you can stay here as long as you need to. Don't ever think I'm getting sick of you, okay?

Sam: *Sarah's words made him feel warm on the inside. If he could smile, he would. She would never get sick of him? He was glad to know that. If only he could win her over, though... if only he could just inch that "best friends" status closer and closer to, well, more than friends. It would be nice to be able to kiss her without having to get drunk beforehand*

Sarah: *smiles a little, hoping he heard that--or, maybe not, because that would mean he heard everything ELSE... her smile fades. she didn't know what the possibility of that was, but... she really hoped he wouldn't remember any of that* ...

Sam: *his mood goes from happy to ecstatic when he realizes that he can now move his hands again, as well as his feet. He lifts his hands up a little under the sheets, hoping Sarah will notice - he didn't want to worry her, so showing her that he was getting better would be a good thing*

Sarah: *sees something move and jumps, then looks down at the sheets--she lifts them up slightly to see Sam's hand lifted up* :D!! Yay, progress~! *her mood is brought up significantly by this, and she grins, letting the sheets fall back down* This is good. :D

Sam: *he puts his hand down and finally manages to give Sarah a small, barely noticeable smile*

Sarah: *notices his smile, and her grin turns into a warm smile* <:) ...

Sam: *lets his smile fade, the effort making his face ache a little, as well as his wrist from lifting his hand. He likes Sarah's smile. He's always liked her smile - after all, it was a nice smile, one that fit on her face perfectly*

Sarah: *wishes Sam had kept smiling--maybe it hurt to move his face. whatever the reason, it made her smile fade a bit-- him being happy made her happy. She wasn't sure, why, maybe it was that older-sibling instinct kicking in...*

Sam: *he continues to stare at her for the longest time, as if time itself had stopped for him*

Sarah: *stares back, unaware of how much time was passing. when she snaps back to reality, a decent amount of time had passed* ...Wonder what time it is... *gets out of bed and goes back out to the other room, mentally groaning when she sees that all the clocks needed to be reset. she turns the tv on to a news channel to confirm the time, and she's shocked to see that it's already five in the afternoon* Jeez... must've been one long nap... *starts setting all the clocks*

Sam: *watches her leave. Once she was gone, he started practicing moving his body - trying to get some feeling back into his limbs. He practices with his hands and feet*

Sarah: *thinks about Sam as she resets all the clocks, wondering how much longer it would take for him to at LEAST be able to walk... maybe not TOO long, since he was already moving his hands... She could always help him out. It was kind of her job, wasn't it? She laughs a bit at the thought. Maybe she should spend more time with him...*

Sam: *continues practicing, eventually getting more sore from this. He didn't get any farther did he? Well... maybe a little. He hopes he will get better very soon*

Sarah: *finished, she notices that her apartment is still freezing. She sighs, and returns to her room, sitting back down next to Sam* Hullo again.

Sam: ...Mmnngh... *he is happy that Sarah is back - he is always happy when Sarah is back*

Sarah: Heh... made any progress yet? Anything else moving?

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Sam: *he looks out the window - and yes, Sarah is right. The snow continues to pile up*

Sarah: Looks like we're stuck in here. Not that we were going anywhere. Now, if only the POWER would--

Lights: *turn back on*

Sarah: ...come back. *throws her arms up in the air* THANK you! *gets out of bed and rushes out of the room to the thermostat--she wanted WARM*

Sam: *watches her leave, laughing a little in his mind from her reaction to the returning power. Still, he thinks of what she told him before. He thinks, and wonders what may have changed Sarah from her father's death*

Sam: *he wants to comfort her, and can't - and it drives him CRAZY. He stares, dying a little on the inside*

Sarah: *sniffles a bit* ... I just wish I could bring him back... make it so this never happened... *looks at Sam* You have no idea how much I miss him, Sam... *laughs to herself* I don't even know if you can HEAR me right now...

Sam: *his frustration grows, and his suspicions are confirmed - she didn't think he could really hear her - and he almost loses the ability to when he nearly blacks out, his vision becoming blurry, darkening - but he fights it off. He had to stay awake - for SARAH*

Sarah: ... *looks away from him* ...you know, sometimes I wish we were still kids... when all we had to worry about was school and other stupid kids... i'd take that over this any day...

Sam: *he moans a little. He completely agreed with her, but had no way of showing it. It was a simpler time - even in EUROPE, and he didn't have to deal with his unrequited feelings for Sarah*

Sarah: *looks at him when he moans, surprised by the response-- or was it random? it was probably random. she sighs, staring at him for a little while* ...we were inseparable back then. I don't know what happened, but we don't talk nearly as much as we used to... I mean, we used to talk EVERY DAY, even AFTER I was out of school... I kind of miss that... at the very least it gave me someone to talk to... *smiles a bit* Best friends, huh? heheh...

Sam: *stares back at her. Work was mostly what happened - Sarah was obviously much too busy to be able to freely talk to him, and he was much to busy for HER... best friends. Best friends? Was that all she saw in him? A friend? His moods drops. There was no way in hell they could ever be more, was there?*

Sarah: ... *lays down on the bed next to Sam, staring at the ceiling. she scoots over towards him, still shivering slightly* God, I hope they fix the power soon...

Sam: *he likes the feeling of Sarah close to him like this - if he could smile, he would. He nearly blacks out again*

Sarah: *doesn't seem to notice, still frustrated with the cold. she gets under the covers, and throws the other end of her blanket over Sam, hoping the extra layer will help warm them up--just to be sure, she scoots right up next to Sam, praying that he won't suddenly vomit again*

Sam: *he doesn't, but his dizziness soon overwhelms him, and he manages to black out, despite having fought it off twice. He drifts off into nothingness, overcome with a pleasant feeling of floating*

Sarah: *notices that Sam's apparently fallen asleep, and sighs. maybe she could try taking a nap too. she closes her eyes, extremely grateful for his warmth*

*later*

Sam: *he drowsily wakes up, staring at the ceiling*

Sarah: *is still asleep, having dozed off next to him earlier*

Sam: *he looks over and notices this. With a small grunt, he scoots himself closer to her, snuggling into her*

Sarah: *she shifts around to accomodate Sam, but she is not awakened by this*

Sam: *he stays there, still snuggled against Sarah, liking where he is at the moment*

Sarah: *wakes up a little while later, and notices how close she was to Sam* ! *she sits up, and immediately feels the cold, so she wraps the blanket around herself again* fffst... *she looks at Sam, who was seemingly awake* ...Did you sleep okay?

Sam: *looks at her blankly, unable to answer. Sleeping ended up being pure bliss - better than when he felt WELL, which surprised him - but then again, not really. If what he was drugged with was fully meant to knock him out, then of COURSE sleeping would feel fantastic*

Sarah: ...right... *looks out her window* ...still snowing...

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Sam: *he hears Sarah shout and turns his head in the direction of her voice - not that that would help him figure out what happened*

Sarah: mmmrrrrgh.... *wonders how long it'll take for the apartment to start feeling like a freezer* ...i hate storms...

Sam: *because the rest of his body was numb, he couldn't feel the disappearing heat - except in parts of his face, and his fingers, which was an odd sensation*

Sarah: *is already shivering--she grabs her blanket and wraps it around herself, cursing her horrible luck, cursing the storm, cursing EVERYTHING* ... >_______________<****

Sam: *continues staring at the door, now truly feeling the cold on his fingers, on his face. The power must have gone out - that could be the only explanation*

Sarah: *tries to stave off the heat with only her blanket, but that just isn't enough. Giving in, she sighs, and steps off the couch, keeping the blanket wrapped around her, and goes back into her room* Yeah, I'm back. *sits in the bed, closer to Sam. hopefully sitting next to another human being would make it LESS freezing*

Sam: *he turns his head to stare blankly at her. Back? Perhaps whatever she was doing to warm up hadn't worked*

Sarah: ? *looks over at Sam* It's FREEZING out there... just hoping that being with someone else makes it warmer or something... *shudders suddenly* Sheesh...

Sam: *he wishes he could hug her or something, something to help her feel warmer, but alas, he cannot. All he COULD do was continue staring at her, that dazed expression never changing*

Sarah: *stares back, wondering if he even knew what she was saying--his expression never changed. she sighs, bringing her legs up to her chest in an attempt to keep the warmth in* ...never liked cold weather...

Sam: *he continues to stare, listening to her. Perhaps she would talk more - then that could help the time pass*

Sarah: ... cold weather meant dad and I couldn't go out, since X-WD's couldn't handle cold... We'd get stuck inside, bored out of our minds...

Sam: *he continues to listen, wondering if Sarah was really being this open with him, or if it was because he didn't seem aware*

Sarah: ...We hadn't gone running for a while... I had been too busy, our schedules never matched up... wish we had been able to go out one more time...

Sam: *he listens, now knowing that yes, his numbness made him possible look unaware, and now Sarah was revealing personal information to him. He listens, interested*

Sarah: ... *laughs a little* Parkour was always second-nature to us, we didn't even realize it... "Hey, you wanna go free-running?" "Yeah, sure, let's go before mom gets home!" Heh... Sometimes mom would even come with us... then Europe happened, then we came back, and everything was crazy for a while so we didn't ever really get the chance to go out as often anymore... That stuff was our LIFE... now that dad's gone, I um... it's like a little bit of that kinda left with him. I mean, you totally saw me almost killing myself, right? Tch... *shakes her head* Dad would've been EXTREMELY displeased with such an obvious mistake... after he was done freaking out over that fact that i almost KILLED MYSELF...

Sam: *he feels bad for Sarah - for what she was going through. Not that he didn't feel bad before, but she is really letting out some personal feelings now - if she knew that he was coherent enough to understand what she was saying - to KNOW what she means... she'd get pretty damn embarrassed*

Sarah: ... Glad mom doesn't know... she would've freaked out too... glad I didn't DIE... I don't know what mom would've done if I had... it's fracking depressing just thinking about it...

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Sam: *No matter how much he tries, he cannot fall asleep. Really? He had to rely on whatever was inside him to make him pass out? He couldn't just go to sleep on his own? He huffs in annoyance*

Sarah: ... *gets up, taking the bowl to her bedroom, and lightly knocks on the door to announce her arrival* Hey, um... I was just wondering if you'd like some company...

Sam: *he blinks slowly at her. Would it be a good idea? He still hated being so pathetic in her presence... he doesn't answer, unsure*

Sarah: *hesitantly enters the room, unsure of how to interpret his silence, and stays by the door. come to think of it, why was she there in the first place? She should just leave him be, let him get some rest... but something compelled her to stay* ...Um, if I'm bothering you, I can go... like, you know, if you wanna sleep or something. <_<;

Sam: *he slowly shakes his head, keeping his eyes on her. His fingers curled up under the bed sheets*

Sarah: ...Okay. *comes into the room and sits at the foot of the bed, glancing back at Sam before turning her attention back to her food*

Sam: *he watches her eat* ... *he wonders what Sarah must be thinking*

Sarah: *quietly eats her cereal, feeling Sam's eyes on her back. She keeps herself from looking back, fearing that it may make the situation even more awkward than it already was* ...

Sam: *letting his mind wander, he wonders if the infected from long before felt this way - running the way they did would have been pure hell then, he thinks*

Sarah: *finishes eating, but doesn't leave, instead setting the bowl on her lap and leaning back, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a long sigh* Next few days are gonna be interesting...

Sam: *continues to blankly stare at her. True, the next few days WOULD be interesting*

Sarah: *looks back at him* Do you think you'll be able to eat later? Or tomorrow? We don't want you starving to death... :/

Sam: *he doesn't know the answer to this, so he gives her that same blank, dazed look*

Sarah: *huffs* ...well, that looks like an "I have no damn clue." *gets up, taking her bowl with her* ...try to rest, okay?

Sam: *he moans slightly - he already TRIED resting, and he CAN'T. He just didn't feel tired, and it HURT when he closed his eyes*

Sarah: *obviously doesn't know this--she leaves the room, putting her plate in the sink and sitting back down on the couch. She couldn't go out and leave Sam alone, and even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to leave anyway, not with the amount of snow that seemed to be pouring from the heavens at this point* ...

Sam: *he manages to turn his head to look out the window, seeing all the snow fall to the ground, drifting and falling, but mostly drifting, drifting in the wind. He sighed slightly. It only made him hate being confined even more*

Sarah: *grabs the remote and turns on the television, trying to find SOME way to amuse herself, when it suddenly shuts off. She looks around, and sees everything ELSE has turned off--the storm had caused a power outage* Oh my GOD, you've got to be KIDDING ME!! DX<

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Sam: *he manages to close his eyes and go to sleep after a while, dreaming of nothing*

Sarah: *goes to sleep on her couch, wondering how long it'll take for Sam to recover* ...

*the next morning*

Sam: *he wakes up, his mind still buzzing, but his vision and hearing had become less blurred*

Sarah: *had already gotten up and gotten dressed before Sam woke up--she goes to the phone and calls in sick for the next few days, then calls Key to tell her why she hadn't been visiting the past few days. after hanging up she opens the door into her room to check on Sam. She whispers* ...you awake?

Sam: *he looks at her, that dazed look still present, and nods slightly, wishing he could just TALK to her*

Sarah: Okay... *goes and sits down on the edge of the bed next to him* Do you remember what happened...?

Sam: *he nods slightly again, that look - a look that made him seem almost HIGH (which he guessed, in a way, he was) - never changing. So far, all he could move were his eyes, head, and fingers. Sam hated feeling so helpless - especially in front of Sarah*

Sarah: Ah... Well, those guys won't be a problem anymore. Do you, um... want something to eat? <:/

Sam: *he truthfully doesn't know if he can. He just stares at Sarah, unable to say "no thank you, I can't move my jaw"*

Sarah: ...I'll take that as a "no," then... <:/ *lightly touches the back of his hand* I'll be out here. I'm leaving the door open, so if you need anything, just make some noise, okay?

Sam: *he nods slightly, then looks up at the ceiling, noting that he must be extremely dizzy, as it still spins at a good speed. He groans, shutting his eyes - but shutting his eyes hurt him, and he was made more uncomfortable. He opens them again, faced with more spinning, then manages to crawl himself over to the edge of the bed before vomiting over to the side of it, onto the floor*

Sarah: !! *runs to the bathroom, and comes out with a small trashcan and a towel. putting the trash can next to the bed by Sam's head, she starts trying to clean up the mess, thanking god that her apartment wasn't carpeted* Sheesh... you could've warned me or something... D:>

Sam: *he groans a bit, sickened further by the smell of his own vomit. He was slightly relieved, though. If he was throwing up, that meant he couldn't have been poisoned, since his body was responding appropriately to his situation. He doesn't bother scooting away from the edge of the bed, as it had taken too much effort to get there in the first place - plus he still felt ill*

Sarah: *cleans up all the vomit and takes the towel back to the bathroom to rinse it out, trying not to gag at the smell. one she's done with that, she comes back out to the room, hoping that Sam hadn't gotten sick again*

Sam: *he stares blankly at the wall, still feeling dizzy, but no longer needing to vomit. Inside his buzzing head, he swears that Mister Smiles will pay for all of this*

Sarah: *sighs in relief, but decides to leave the trashcan by the bed just in case. She takes Sam by she shoulders and very carefully moves him back onto the bed, putting his head back on the pillow. she grabs a few tissues off the nightstand and cleans the vomit off his face* <:/

Sam: *he stares up at Sarah. He didn't need her pity, goddamnit! Christ, the longer he stayed near her, the more pathetic he seemed to get - WHY was this happening?? SOMEONE up there must hate him. There couldn't possibly be any other reason why this was happening*

Sarah: *throws the tissues out, and stares at him for a moment, before getting up and leaving the room--she needed to eat something. not wanting to make Sam ill again, she just pours herself a bowl of cereal as opposed to making eggs. She really HOPES Sam would be back up and running again soon...*

Sam: *he decides to try closing his eyes again. Yes, it stung a bit, but all he really wanted to do at the moment was to sleep*

Sarah: *sits on the couch to eat, looking out the window--it was snowing again, so they probably would have canceled the shoot today anyway... she glances back at her room and wonders if Sam would mind company...*

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Soldier 1: Here - we'll take him, you just get into the back of the van.

Soldier 3 and 2: *lift Sam up and gently sits him down on one of the seats*

Sam: *doesn't stir*

Soldier 1: *gets into the front and starts the engine*

Soldier 3 and 2: *climb into the back of the van with Sam, ushering Sarah in*

Sarah: *climbs into the van, sitting next to Sam, looking him over worriedly* <:( ...

*they drive to the outpost, arriving quickly. The soldiers take Sam to the medical wing, where the doctor conducts a drug test. Afterwards, the doctor tells Sarah what he has found -*

Doctor: I've found flunitrazepam in his system, as well as crack cocaine. Though really, there's no point putting something like crack in there if you'd want to drug someone... I can't figure out what else is there, but it's obviously not a good combination... and it's such a large amount - Lieutenant Gatzsky SHOULD have overdosed. And yet... he's alive.

Sam: *unconscious on a metal table*

Sarah: Well, that's a good thing... r-right? Will he be okay? D:>

Doctor: He should fully recover in a few days, but until that time comes, he's going to be completely helpless. Since you helped him and know him so well, perhaps you should take care of him. <:/

Sam: *he manages to wake up and open his eyes again. He seems dazed and confused, not entirely understanding where he is. Everything also seemed hazy and unfocused - he couldn't really see anything, and when the doctor speaks, it sounds like he's underwater*

Doctor: Oh - he's up. D:

Sarah: Oh, thank goodness--Sam? Can you hear me? D:

Sam: *he can barely understand her. He tries to ask her "what?" but it comes out as a strained mumble of gibberish. Of course. He can't feel his tongue*

Doctor: He probably can't even understand you right now - he's not in the right mind. Do you need help getting him out of here?

Sarah: Definitely... I um, might need a ride back to my apartment too...

Doctor: Right, then... *he calls a few soldiers in from the Medical Room's phone*

Two Soldiers: *after a few minutes pass, they walk in*

Doctor: Hello, this nice young woman here needs your help driving her and Lieutenant Gatzsky back to her apartment. Do you think you can handle that?

Soldier 1: Of course.

*Both soldiers work together to list Sam - they walk out to their assigned armored van, carefully placing Sam inside the back, on a seat, and helping Sarah in. Then they drive over to the apartment building, letting her out again, and carrying Sam to Sarah's apartment. They wait for her to open the door*

Sam: *slipped in and out of consciousness throughout the entire trip*

Sarah: *unlocks her apartment and steps inside, holding the door for the soldiers, then leading them to her bedroom* Set him down here, please. D:

Soldiers: *they nod and place Sam down onto the bed*

Sam: *looks around a bit, trying to figure out where he is in his blurry mind*

Soldier 1: Well, we'll be off then. Take good care of the Lieutenant for us, will you? *leaves with the second soldier*

Sarah: *as they leave* I will... *looks at Sam, sighing and sitting on the edge of the bed* ...can you hear me? <:/

Sam: *he tries to say something, but it comes out and a mumble once more. He gives Sarah a dazed look, for that was the only look he could give her at the moment. He knows that Sarah saved him. He was coherent enough at that point to have actually witnessed the events play out - it only seemed like he was completely lost - and it seems like he is now, but he can understand Sarah, and he soon figures out where he is*

Sarah: ... I guess that's a "sort of" ... *stands up from the bed and looks at the clock. She needed to make some calls, but it was too late at night now... she digs up her sleeping clothes and goes to take a shower, wondering when Sam will become coherent again*

Sam: *he manages to turn his head and watch Sarah leave through his dazed, watery stare. He wonders what exactly Mister Smiles's thugs did to him, and prayed to god that whatever it was, it wasn't meant to eventually KILL him*

Sarah: *comes out of the shower after a few minutes, and looks back at Sam, noticing that he had turned to look in her direction. She wonders exactly HOW aware of his surroundings he was...*

Sam: *he gives Sarah his continuing dazed look when she comes out of the bathroom. He continues to wonder, worried, if whatever was in his system truly was poison - perhaps it was slow-acting?*

Sarah: ... *goes over to the bed and pulls the covers over Sam* ...Wonder how long it'll take for you to get better... at least you're gonna be okay. <:/ *sighs* Well... g'night... *waits to see if he'll respond*

Sam: *he gives her a quiet moan in response, still unable to truly answer her - and this FRUSTRATED him, it really did, for he couldn't really talk to her, to thank her for saving him, to share with her his fears about what has happened to him*

Sarah: *sighs, somewhat disappointed. She grabs an extra pillow off the bed, a blanket from her closet, and leaves the room, flipping off the light and quietly shutting the door, hoping that Sam is physically capable of actual SLEEP with all those drugs in his system*

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Me: Your post made me sad. :(

Mister Smiles: Actually, you know what? Don't even bother holding the girl - she can't do anything.

Thug 1: *lets Sarah go, but locks the door*

Thug 2 and 3: *holding Sam up*

Thug 2: What now, Boss?

Mister Smiles: Ugh, I don't care - just kill Lieutenant Gatzsky, okay? I don't want him around to ruin everything again.

Thug 3: Right! *takes out his gun and shoves it against Sam's head*

Sam: *doesn't react*

Sarah: D:<!!! *pulls out the gun she had taken and shoots Thug 3 in the shoulder--only then does she realize she had taken a tranq gun (even better, they won't chase me). She shoots Thug 1 then points the gun at Thug 2* ...put him down. NOW.

Thug 1 and 3: *collapse, unconscious*

Thug 2: *drops Sam, holding up his hands nervously* D8

Sam: *falls to the ground, groaning a little*

Mister Smiles: What the frack ARE DOING, WOMAN?? D8<

Sarah: Saving my best friend, maybe? *shoots Thug 2, then goes over to the tv set* Hope you rot in jail, Smiles. *turns the camera off*

Mister Smiles: *no longer able to hear or see anything on the screen, he screams in his rage, having a fit until a security guard comes over and finds Mister Smiles's TV and camera, taking them away*

Sam: *still lies half conscious on the floor*

All the Thugs: *unconscious*

Sarah: *smirks. he deserves it. she turns to Sam, and heaves him up to his feet, letting him lean his weight against her* Jeez, Sam... Why'd you have to take after your DAD... D; *drags him over to the door, unlocking it, and looking around*

Sam: *he groans slightly again, fighting to keep his eyes open, and to stop them from rolling back into his head, constantly on the edge of blacking out again*

*not a whole lot of thugs were in the warehouse, mainly because Sam had arrested most of them before. There was a Hunter and a Smoker, but that was it, and they were positioned poorly, easy to avoid*

Sarah: *quietly* Shh, Sam... *sneaks out of the warehouse as best as she can, dragging Sam out with her. Once she gets a safe distance from the warehouse, she sits Sam down, propping him up against a wall, and searches through his coat for a phone--in her rush to get to work on time, she had forgotten hers*

Coat: *indeed, there is a phone*

Sam: *He finally gives up, allowing his eyes to roll into his head, blacking out once more. He was drooling as well. Whatever those thugs had pumped into him certainly was doing its job*

Sarah: *finds the phone* Sam, just hang on...! D:> *looks through the contacts and finds the number for the military outpost (hopefully someone had a night shift or something) and dials it* come on, come on...

Soldier: *picks up* Lieutenant Gatzsky?

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Sam: *still completely blacked out*

Sarah: Oh thank god--My name is Sarah Huntings, Lieutenant Gatzsky and I were abducted by some of Mister Smiles' cronies--we've escaped, but Gatzsky's unconscious, I don't know what they drugged him with...! D:>

Soldier: O-oh - oh shoot - okay - we'll be there in a second, just hold on - *hangs up*

Sam: *blacked out*

Sarah: *hangs up, somewhat relieved, but her worry returns when she sees that Sam is completely unconscious* Sam...? D:> *lightly shakes him* Sam...!

Sam: *groans weakly, but doesn't wake up. He couldn't feel any of his limbs, and his mind was buzzing. He couldn't think, couldn't comprehend what had happened to him*

*soon, an armored van arrives, and out steps three soldiers*

Soldier 1: Oh g - Lieutenant!

Soldier 2: Miss Huntings, you have our thanks for keeping him safe - if we take him back to the outpost, we might figure out what they've done to him in the medical room.

Soldier 3: *stands idle*

Sarah: O-Okay. *tries to get Sam back up on his feet, but has some difficulty due to the fact that he wasn't even conscious*

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Sam: Well you know what I meant - oh ew, my apartment... it's so grubby and small... well, okay. I guess. Augh... DX *he gets on his motorcycle and drives off once Sarah was on*

Sarah: *hangs on to him tightly, hoping he would stop worrying so much--it was making HER nervous*

Sam: *arrives at the apartment building, getting off the motorcycle with Sarah, leading her to his apartment. He opens the door for her, flicking on the light* ... Just... ignore the crap...

Apartment: *there were papers cluttered everywhere, pictures of men and women Sam had been tracking down, chasing after, connecting to each other, pasted all along the walls, the linked people marked together with red string taped onto their pictures, forming a tangled web, especially bad near the single name "Mister Smiles". A few weapons and books lied on the kitchen counter, along with a few newspaper clippings, and a "to do" list with the first thing written down being "pay Vinnie Cale a visit, bring both guns", followed by "restock on groceries"*

Sarah: *finds herself doing the exact opposte, glancing all around the room, but doesn't comment, though she's pretty sure this looks just like a room from one of the movies she was in* So, um... Yeah, talk. Er... *sighs* Last night you asked me if the other night meant anything. *beat* ...Why'd you ask me that?

Sam: ... ... No reason. *he glances off to the side, rubbing his neck with his sweaty palm. How embarrassing it would be if Sarah found out about how he really felt about her. He would probably die a little inside. And she would laugh at him*

Sarah: *Knows he's lying. It's easy to tell, he wasn't the best at hiding his feelings* ...We used to tell each other everything, once upon a time... *sighs* I won't lie, Sam, that other night was... nice. Besides the fact that we were drunk out of our minds. *looks at him, completely sincere* You really DID help...

Sam: *he smiles a little, his nervous behavior coming to a slow halt* ... I'm glad. I don't like seeing you unhappy like you were before, Sarah, I just... I wanted to do all I could to get you through that crap that was hurting you...

Me: What if some of Mister Smiles's thugs manage to drug and capture Sam, and somehow Sarah saves him?

Sarah: *notices his slight increase in confidence, and grins* Well, it worked, heheh... *her grin softens into a warm smile* I really appreciated that. Still do. So, a non-drunk thank you to you. :)

Me: I could see that. :D Since Sarah knows where Sam keeps all his stuff now, she won't have to go in unarmed, either. :3

Me: We should do that right noooww - adventure night, go! And they could drug Sam so bad during his capture that he'd be helpless for a few days, which means lolfunny/awkward/cute helping from Sarah.

Sam: *his smile widens a bit* Well, a non-drunk you're welcome, then.

The Door: *is suddenly kicked in - Mister Smiles's human thugs scramble inside, guns pointed at Sam and Sarah*

Thug 1: Followed you home, jackass.

Sam: Oh fracking HELL - *he reaches into his coat to get his gun, when -*

Thug 2: *shoots Sam about four times with his own gun - four darts shot into him*

Thug 3: VINNIE! Jeezus - that was way too much, the boss wants him ALIVE, damnit! He could O.D.!

Sam: *takes one of the darts out of his arm, then misses a few times before taking the other one out of his chest. His voice had quickly turned to a slur* Whah... whad'you... do...?

Sarah: !!!!?? *panics. she glances at the guns on the counter, debating whether she should try grabbing one, but they were too far--she's get shot before she reached them (i can't leave Mom alone...) she ends up not moving from fear of the three thugs attacking either of them* ...

Sam: *he passes out from whatever was inside him*

Thug 1: Right - RIGHT! Take 'im to the boss! C'mon! Take her, too - we can't have any witnesses!

Thug 2: Right! *grabs Sarah*

Thug 3: *Grabs Sam and walks out*

Everyone: *follows*

Me: Don't worry, Sam has guns on the inside of his coat, as Sarah has seen in the cafe

Me: this is when being in a ton of action movies comes in handy. XD;;

Sarah: !! *is dragged away with Sam. she doesn't put up too much of a fight--she wouldn't stand a chance against the three of them anyway, not when they have GUNS...*

Me: If Sam was awake, he'd somehow manage to kick all three thugs in the nuts. Simultaneously.

*The thugs shove Sarah and throw Sam into the back of a van, then drive off, back to the warehouse Sam had infiltrated before*

Sam: *remains unconscious, every once in a while looking like he'll wake up but failing*

Me: I could totally believe that. XD

Sarah: *sits by Sam, scared, trying to find SOME way of getting out of this mess. She remembers Sam pulling out a gun at the cafe--maybe it was still there...? She waits until none of the thugs are looking, then searches through Sam's coat until she finds it--then immediately stuffs it into her own coat* ...

*they soon arrive at the warehouse*

Thug 1: *he roughly pulls Sarah out of the back of the van and takes her to the warehouse*

Thug 2 and 3: *carry Sam*

*they enter an office - a tv with a camera attached to it was set up, and there on the TV, grinning from ear to ear, was Mister Smiles, still in his prison uniform. It seemed that he had a similar set up in the prison*

Mister Smiles: Hello, boys, hello LIEUTENANT, and hello... *to Sarah* hel-LO... who the hell are you?

Sarah: *glaring defiantly* Innocent bystander.

Thug 1: A witness.

Mister Smiles: Oh dear... well, we can't have any witnesses, innocent or not... Carl, make sure you have a good hold on her. She won't be escaping.

Thug 1: *nods, keeping Sarah still*

Mister Smiles: *moves his attention over to Sam: Hellooo, Lieutenant... remember me? The man you put behind bars?

Sam: *half conscious, rocking in the second thug's grip, he looks up slightly, dazed* ...

Mister Smiles: How much of my little mixture did you pump into him, boys?

Thug 3: VINNIE shot him FOUR times -

Thug 2: I'M SORRY, OKAY?? I was nervous! He was reaching for his gun - he SHOT ME BEFORE!

Mister Smiles: Well now I can't even TALK to him! One more shot and he could have overdosed - and right NOW, he doesn't even know his own name!

Thug 1: THANKS, Vinnie.

Thug 2: D8>

Sarah: *stands silently*

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Sam: Oh, okay, okay, good - because - because yeah, I thought - okay, glad see you not mad at me, and doing okay... uh... did last night mean anything, or...?

Sarah: ...I really don't know... We were drunk, Sam...

Sam: I-I know, I just... I thought... *he was glad Sarah couldn't see his heavy frown* okay... I guess not, then... *quietly* ... bye, Sarah...

Sarah: *knows him well enough to HEAR the frown in his voice* ...bye... *waits to see if he hangs up first*

Sam: *he waits a bit before hanging up. Then he stumbles over to his bed, laying down on his side, staring blankly at the wall*

Sarah: *hangs up and goes to her room, laying down and staring at the ceiling. she didn't like leaving him hanging like that... she needed to talk to him tomorrow*

Sam: *with a sigh, he rolls onto his back, still staring blankly. His mind was elsewhere, not exactly able to think, but at the same time, running in a way that wouldn't let him just sleep*

Sarah: ... *after deciding exactly what to say to him tomorrow, she rolls onto her side and closes her eyes, trying to sleep*

Sam: *ends up finally falling asleep at two in the morning*

THE NEXT DAY

Sam: *wakes up drowsily and slowly gets dressed, yawning. He rides over to the military outpost after a quick breakfast so that he could finally catch up on the mountain of paperwork that needed to be filled out*

Sarah: *wakes up late-- she rushes to get dressed and grabs something out of the fridge before running out, sprinting to the studio, barely making it in time. she hoped they wouldn't need her all day--she needed to catch Sam before he went home*

Sam: *soon, he is busy, working quickly - as quickly as he can, needing to make up for the lack of work the day before. Time goes by slowly for him, and it seemed like ages before the clock read four*

Sarah: *was allowed to leave work early again, even with her improved performance, and she takes the opportunity to head over to the military offices--after explaining who she was and why she was there, she was allowed into the premises. finding Sam's motorcycle, she sits down by it and waits, knowing how busy his job can get. she didn't want to disturb him*

Sam: *at 8:45, he finally left his office, out the military outpost, only to find Sarah sitting by his motorcycle* ...O-oh... did something happen, Sarah? If something happened, all you needed to do was call me, and I would've dropped everything and ran, and - what happened? D:>

Sarah: *stands up when he shows up, stretching* Nothing happened, Sam... I just wanted to talk. :/

Sam: Just to talk? D: You came over here and waited for who-knows-how-long to talk? Are you sure nothing's wrong?

Sarah: *completely serious* I want to talk about the other night, Sam. :/

Sam: ... ... oh. Uh. What about it?

Sarah: *glances around--there were still people around* ...could we go somewhere else? D;

Sam: Uh - oh - sure, but, er, where? My apartment? Your apartment? Some abandoned area?

Sarah: Abandoned area? XP Your apartment is closer to here I think.

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