Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: *sighs happily from Sarah's massage, driving himself into her, feeling pleasure all over*

Sarah: *lets out a long, quiet, pleased moan, continuing her massage and reveling in the pleasure she was feeling. she felt good. happy. she hadn't felt HAPPY for a few days... it was nice*

Sam: *he continues on with her until he reaches climax and orgasms into her, groaning loudly* OOHHGH-GOD...! S-SARAH, OOHHH...!

Sarah: *manages to contain herself a bit better--this wasn't her first time--but she still moans rather loudly* MMM, SAM...! A-Aaah...

Sam: *afterwards, he collapses to the side of Sarah, barely staying conscious. He reaches his arm over her, pulling her close to him*

Sarah: *doesn't protest, moving herself closer to him and reaching down to pull the covers over the two of them. she snuggles into him and kisses his neck* Goodnight, Sam...

Sam: Goodnight, Sarah... *he smiles sleepily at her before passing out from exhaustion*

Sarah: *buries her face in his neck, and falls asleep there, smiling, content*

*the next morning*

Sam: *still fast asleep, his arm still around Sarah*

Sarah: *wakes up the next morning, finding herself there, in Sam's arm. She groans inwardly from the slight headache she was feeling and carefully slips out from under Sam's arm, getting out of bed. She grabs her clothes and gets into the shower, dressing quickly and giving Sam one final look before leaving the room. She doesn't know what he'll say. She's not QUITE sure how he'll react... but she's not sure if she wants to find out*

Sam: *later, he groggily wakes up, wincing a bit from his own headache. He sits up and looks over, expecting to see Sarah there, but... finding no one. He sighs sadly - did she really have to leave him like this? He understands that perhaps they got a little drunk, and perhaps sex wasn't the best idea, but... he really did care about her... and it hurt his feelings to simply leave him like this. He gets his clothes on, heading out of the bedroom. He finds his hat, his coat, and locks the door before exiting the apartment. Perhaps he could talk to her after work - of course it would be nine, but... no. He'd talk to her. Riding his motorcycle, he leaves for the military outpost*

Sarah: *walks to the studio, as usual. She feels like she can actually do something PRODUCTIVE today, and whatever the reason, she simply felt... better. Maybe having sex with Sam DID help...? She shakes her head. Naah. That was... a one-time thing. People do stupid things when they're drunk, right?*

Sam: *the exact opposite happens with him - he has nothing to do today but paperwork, and he can't seem to get ANY of it done - his mind was too focused on Sarah, and what had happened the night before - what had happened this MORNING. He sighs, resting his head in his hands*

Sarah: *does her stunts for the day, all of them going off without a hitch. The director was hesitant to let her work today, but he was glad he did--Sarah knew he liked her more than the other double. She tries not to think about Sam, about her Dad. The day continued just the same as any other day*

*later*

Sam: *When he finally gets home, he decides to pick up the phone and call Sarah - he had many different guesses on why she had left him that morning, though mainly he thought that perhaps, it was because she was angry with him. Dialing her number, he waits*

Sarah: *sees the calling number and hesitates, fearing he'll start asking questions. She pick it up* Hello?

Sam: Uh, Hey Sarah... how're you feeling today? Okay, good, bad? Better? Worse?

Sarah: *blinks in surprise--definitely not the question she was expecting* ...Better...?

Sam: W-well that's good - *it was obvious that he was getting nervous by the way he was stuttering and rambling* s-say, w-we kinda... kinda d-drank a little more than w-we were s-supposed to yesterday - n-n-not to say you make good drinks, because... because that was pretty good - ANYWAY - we had a bit t-too much to drink, and we may have k-kinda sorta had sex, and, well, I woke up, and I was alone, and I know y-you're busy and all - I am too - but I couldn't get any work done today I-I-I was just thinking about it - you leaving like that - all day. A-Are you mad at me? D-did I do something wrong? Please let me know, Sarah, I-I just want to be a good friend is all, a-and, well...

Sarah: *sighs. there was the question, and here was the lie* I don't have a car, Sam, I need to get up really early to make it to work on time... It's not like I was mad at you or anything... I mean, it DID help... *at least the last half of that was true... she really WASN'T mad at him at all. and he DID make her feel better* ...you don't need to worry about it.

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Sam: *continues kissing Sarah passionately,he wraps his arms around her, all reasoning gone from his intoxication.*

Sarah: *moves one hand to the back of his head, through his hair, holding him in place. The other hand travels lower, finding the bottom of his shirt and sliding under it, rubbing his back*

Sam: *likes the feeling of her hands on his back and continues kissing her for a long time before finally breaking the kiss, panting* F...feel any better...?

Sarah: Much... much better... *leans in and kisses his neck, still rubbing his back* I know how to make us both feel better, though...

Sam: *he smiles at her* Oh yeah? Like what?

Sarah: *lowering her voice to a whisper* I think you know what... Please... *kisses him again, more deeply, and a bit more desperately* I need this...

Sam: ...I wasn't going to say "no", Sarah.... I know you need this... which way's your bedroom?

Sarah: To your left, last door at the end of the hall... *removes her hands from the back of his shirt, and takes his hand, tugging him towards her room*

Sam: *is tugged over to her room, and into it. He takes a quick glance around before stumbling over to the bed, taking off his shirt and pants*

Sarah: *strips down to her underwear by the door, not even bothering to close it. She staggers to the bed, practically collapsing onto it*

Sam: *he get on top of her, kissing her shoulder, then her collarbone, then her neck, rubbing her shoulders with his thumbs*

Sarah: *puts her arms around him, rubbing his back again, sighing at his touch*

Sam: *he then takes the middle and index finger of one of his hands and slides it down the middle of her body, finally reaching her underwear. Hooking his fingers on the edge, he slips Sarah's underwear off*

Sarah: *shivers at his light touch, letting out a quiet, shuddering sigh. She lightly slides both her hands down his back and to the edge of his underwear, tugging it off as well*

Sam: *kisses Sarah some more, drunkenly making out with her before finally driving himself in and out of her*

Sarah: *moans with pleasure, kissing his shoulder, his collarbone, his cheek, his neck, with surprising tenderness for a drunk--at this point, she was simply glad to be alive...* Th-Thank you.. for being here...

Sam: *continues the motion, grinding his hips against hers* S'my job... as your friend... I'mma... I'mma good friend... right...?

Sarah: *nods, humming with pleasure* My best friend... you've always been my best friend... thank you...

Sam: Yer welc'm... *he smiles, then kisses her neck again, speeding up his in-and-out motion a little* Y'think this changes our relationship a little...?

Sarah: *groans from the unexpected surge of pleasure* A-Aaah... I'd think so... mmm... *continues rubbing his back, moving her hands up closer to his shoulders, rubbing firmly enough so that it resembles a massage*

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Sam: *enters the apartment, flicking on the light* Huh. Definitely nicer than the beat up old thing I live in.

Sarah: *closes the door behind her* Maybe you should trade up, then. *takes her coat off and hangs it up on a coat rack* How long are you staying? I can take your coat...

Sam: Oh, thanks - *he gives her his coat* - as long as you need me to stay, Sarah - I'm here for you. :)

Sarah: *nods, smiling* Thanks. You can um, sit down. *goes to hang his coat up* Do you want something to drink?

Sam: *takes off his hat* Nah, I'm fine... do you need me to do anything for YOU? Anything to make you feel better? <:(

Sarah: *goes to the refrigerator and digs around* I don't know... I can't just think of--oh. *pulls out a bottle of vodka and waves it at Sam* You SURE you don't want a drink?

Sam: *he smiles a little, interested* Okay, maybe I could drink SOMETHING, I GUESS, but I WON'T like it. *he grins at her jokingly*

Sarah: Riiiight. :P *pulls out a few more bottles and a pair of glasses, and starts mixing up a drink* Ooookay, let's not mess this one up...

Sam: *waits patiently* I didn't know you knew how to mix drinks like that. :P

Sarah: You learn things when you're in the movie business. ^^; *stirs the drinks, then hands one to Sam* Hope you like Bloody Marys. :P

Sam: Sure do. :) *he takes a sip of the drink* Heh, good news - you didn't screw it up. *takes another sip* Far from "screwing up", actually.

Sarah: Oh, good-- *takes a sip* ...Awesome. :D *drinks some more* I messed this up last time I made it, tasted horrible. D;

Sam: *taking sips every once in a while* Well, I'm really glad you didn't screw it up, then. XD;

*later*

Sam: *is on his fourth drink and was quite drunk. He speaks to Sarah, his speech slightly slurred* Mmnn... drunk'murr than'I said'I would...

Sarah: *is on her third drink, and doesn't have as high of a tolerance as Sam--she's drunker than he is. She stays silent, on the verge of crying again* ...

Sam: *he notices this, and slowly fumbles around for a response in his drunken, buzzing mind* ...Sarah... wass wrong...? D;>

Sarah: *looks up at him, tears welling up in her eyes* I miss dad... I-I wish we was here... *looks back down and starts sobbing, the alcohol in her system removing any and all traces of shame were wiped from her mind* I didn't want him to go...!

Sam: S-Sarah...! D8> *he doesn't know what to do, or how she suddenly got this upset - then he thinks of something, which he deems the only possible thing he CAN do - he movies forward and kisses Sarah*

Sarah: ??! *isn't expecting this at all, but she doesn't really seem to care--she gladly kisses him back, hugging him tightly, desperate for comfort. tears still rolled down her face*

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Sam: *gets on his motorcycle and waits for Sarah, then rides over to Ms. Huntings's house. Upon arrival, he parks the motorcycle out front and gets off, waiting for Sarah* ...

Sarah: *approaching the house, she stops and turns to Sam* You can come inside if you want, say hi. *goes into the house* Mom? You down here?

Key: *is sitting in a couch in front of the tv, wrapped up in a blanket* I'm over here...

Sam: *slowly enters the house as well* Uh, hey Ms. Huntings... it's nice to see you, uh, again... are you feeling any better since yesterday? Even a little bit? <:(

Key: *a hint of a smile flashes across her face, but quickly vanishes* Only a little bit...

Sarah: Well, we're just coming around to make sure you're doing okay...

Key: *nods* ...How are you doing, Sarah?

Sarah: ...I'm fine. I'm doing alright. *decides not to tell her mother about her near-death experience. She didn't need anything else to worry about*

Sam: Her boss is really nice, it seems - he let her go home early today.

Sarah: *glances at Sam, grateful for not saying the REAL reason*

Key: Well, that's certainly nice of him... Giving you time to rest... *looks back at the television--it was playing the news. she sighs* They talked about him today.

Sarah: Did they really? D:

Key: *nods*

Sam: Oh... uh... what did they say? Anything about the murderer? <:/

Key: *shakes her head* ...Nothing. They haven't caught him yet... they put up a drawing of him...

Sarah: Did it look like him?

Key: *nods* ...I hope they find him soon...

Sarah: ... me too... <:(

Sam: They WILL find him. He's got nowhere to run - we have a ton of soldiers patrolling the streets, plus policemen and CAMERAS, cameras EVERYWHERE. He's gonna get caught, and justice WILL be handed to him.

Key: *slightly reassured, she nods to him, a hint of a smile coming back* Alright.

Sarah: <:) *sits next to her mother and hugs her tightly* Do you need anything before I go?

Key: *hugs her back, giving her daughter a sad smile* Nothing you can give me.

Sam: *he frowns at this, knowing what Key meant* ... just remember the good times, Ms. Huntings... and don't think of the bad.

Key: *lets go of Sarah, and gives Sam the same sad smile* I'm doing my best... It's harder than you'd think.

Sarah: <:( ... *stands up from the couch* I'll visit again tomorrow, okay mom?

Key: *nods*

Sarah: ... *turns and heads towards the door*

Sam: *he smiles as best as he can at Ms. Huntings* Don't give up, alright? It'll get better eventually. *he follows Sarah out and gets on the motorcycle* To your apartment, then?

Sarah: *gets on the motorcycle behind him, hanging on a bit more tightly than before* Mhmm...

Sam: Alright... *he drives off, over to the apartment building Sarah stayed in. The sun was setting over the horizon, allowing the sky to become a deep hue of purple mixed with a dark red. Parking, getting off the motorcycle, Sam waits for Sarah so she can lead him to her apartment*

Sarah: *hops off the motorcycle and heads into the building, looking back to make sure Sam was following. she leads him upstairs, towards her apartment, unlocking it and letting him in*

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Waiter: *nods and walks off*

Sam: Hey, like I said before, Sarah - it's going to be okay eventually. Your dad'll get a nice funeral, and the murderer's gonna get caught, alright?

Sarah: *nods* Okay...

Sam: ... I can go home with you if you want, after lunch.

Sarah: *nods again* That'd be nice... need to stop by Mom's and make sure she's doing okay...

Sam: Alright then, to her house, then your apartment. I swear, Sarah - I'm gonna make you feel MUCH better by the end of the day - you just wait and see.

Sarah: *laughs a little at how he worded his statement, but doesn't comment on it* Okay, I believe you.

Sam: *wonders why she laughed, but doesn't ask* Good. :)

Waiter: *comes with the food* Here you go... let me get you some more water, sir - *takes Sam's glass then heads off*

Sam: Oh, hey, sandwich, salad. *starts eating his lunch*

Sarah: *picks at her salad, only eating small bits at a time* ...

Sam: *he watches Sarah eat, feeling her pain, completely sympathetic* ...

Sarah: *doesn't notice him watching her, staring at her plate. She gets about halfway through her food when she sighs and puts her fork down* ...

Sam: *at that point he had finished his sandwich. He reaches over and puts his hand over Sarah's again* <:(

Sarah: *looks up at him, and gives him a grateful smile--it helped to have someone care*

Sam: *smiles back at her sadly* It'll be okay...

Sarah: I know... I just need some time... it'll be easier after they catch the killer...

Sam: *rubs her hand with his thumb again* Rest assured, that'll be soon.

Sarah: *nods, reassured, and relaxed by Sam's movement* ...I do hope so... for mom's sake.

Sam: *keeps rubbing his thumb against her hand* He WILL be caught.

Waiter: *comes and hands Sam the check* Are you done with your salad, Miss?

Sarah: *nods* Yeah, you can take it... *still looks somewhat depressed, though not as much as she had before*

Sam: Here - let me pay for this. *he takes out the right amount of money, then gets up out of his chair* Come on, let's go see your mom.

Sarah: *nods, then gets up and follows him outside to his motorcycle*

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Sam: *he puts his hand on top of hers* ...Hey... she's got a bunch of friends to help her through this, and you do too... *he gives her a smile* I'm your friend, Sarah. Let me help you through this. *his smile drops into a slight frown* ... Death... death happens, Sarah. It's hard to get over now, but believe me... eventually you will, because I'm sure your dad wouldn't want to see you like this...

Sarah: No... *gives him a sad smile, eyes glistening with unshed tears* He wouldn't, would he? Heh... *closes her eyes, finally shedding a few tears* I miss him already...

Sam: <:( *he says nothing, only continues holding her hand under his, now rubbing it with his thumb*

Sarah: *stays like that for a long moment, then laughs quietly* Heh... I'm sorry... *grabs a napkin and dries her tears off* Thank god movie makeup doesn't run, or I'd look terrible...

Sam: *quietly* ... You don't have to be sorry, Sarah... I'm sure you'll feel a lot better if you just let yourself cry. <:(

Sarah: This isn't the place for it... don't need to be drawing any attention to ourselves, do we? *sniffles* ...

Sam: Well you can't just hold it in - *he glances around* okay, how about this - you go cry in the bathroom - it's one of those small, one-person bathrooms.

Sarah: ... *nods, and stands from the table, going to the bathroom and locking herself in. She leans back against a wall and cries, her quiet sobs echoing off the walls and back to her, seeming much louder than they were*

Sam: *tells the waiter when he comes back that they would need more time to decide what they want to eat*

Waiter: *nods and puts the drinks down then walks off*

Sam: *takes a sip of his water* ...

Sarah: *stays in there for a while, until she feels like she can't cry anymore. she cleans herself up and goes back outside--when she sits down the only indication that she had been crying was her red eyes* ...

Sam: *he speaks to her softly* ... Do you feel any better?

Sarah: *nods, and answers him just as quietly* Way better...

Sam: *he smiles a little at her - a caring smile - a smile that showed her that he understood what she was going though, though having not entirely experienced what she experienced. The closest he has had to his father dying was when he started to develop Alzheimer's. Though not truly his death, when it started to get worse, it felt like his father was dying on the inside*

Sarah: *understands, and smiles back. She'll get through this. She has friends, she has Sam* ...Thanks.

Sam: It's my job, Sarah...

Waiter: Ready to order?

Sam: *glances at the waiter, then back at Sarah* Are you?

Sarah: Um, gimme a sec, you order first. *quickly looks over the menu*

Sam: Alright then - *orders a sandwich of some sort*

Waiter: *writing it down* And you, Miss?

Sarah: *takes another moment to look over the menu, then orders a salad. She wan't very hungry*

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Sam: Well, good, because I have no other way to drive us. *jokingly* Do I have to carry you to the parking lot? :P

Sarah: Tempting, but no. It'd ruin my reputation as resident badass, you know? :P

Sam: Haha, okay. *he walks slowly for her, all the way out to the parking lot, where he gets on his motorcycle and waits for her to do the same*

Sarah: *gets on the motorcycle behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and hanging on tightly* Ready. :)

Sam: Well, alright then. :) *he rides off with her and heads over to a tiny hidden-gem sort of cafe that he had stumbled upon before and liked. The place was called "Cafe Tulip". Parking his motorcycle, he lets Sarah off first before getting off and opening the door for her*

Sarah: Thank you. :) *goes inside and finds a two-person table, sitting in one of the seats* Never been here before, is it nice?

Sam: *he nods* Yeah, I kinda stumbled upon it before, and it ended being way more than just decent, so, y'know... *he rubs the back of his hand nervously* ... Uh, so... so anyway, yeah, I'm taking this day off since I finally caught that drug lord I've been trying to catch for months... the one I've been talking about. "Mister Smiles".

Sarah: *wrinkles her nose in disgust* Oh yeah, I've heard of him. The crack dealer. How'd you find him?

Sam: Some of his mooks told me bits and pieces of info once I "persuaded" them enough, and so, piecing all that information together like a puzzle, I finally managed to track him down - he was currently hiding in this warehouse that ended up doubling as his entire supply of crack. So I burned it.

Sarah: Well done, Lieutenant Gatzsky. :) So that's one huge problem out of the way, huh? You deserve the break.

Sam: Why thank you. Only for a day though, or else the entire military outpost will fall into a heap of chaos -

Charger: HEY!! *pushing his way past a few people in the cafe* YOU frackER!! MISTER SMILES SENDS A MESSAGE FROM JAIL - ME!! TO KICK YOUR A -

Sam: *without looking, he takes out his tranquilizer gun from his coat and shoots the Charger in the neck*

Charger: !!?? *falls unconscious*

Sam: *to the approaching waiter, putting his gun away* Excuse me, could you call the military outpost for a soldier to pick up this crackhead?

Waitrer: .___.; *nods and walks off*

Sarah: ...Why haven't they made a movie about you yet? Because that was INCREDIBLE. o______o;;;

Sam: *rubs the back of his neck* Eheh... it... it wasn't anything special... I mean, a lot of what I know was taught to me by my mom, so... ^////^;

Sarah: Well, OKAY, but we've already established that your mom was a total badass, so I guess it just runs in the family. XP You weren't even LOOKING.

Sam: All I needed to know was where he was, and I could tell from his screaming and stomping. :P

Waiter: *hands them menus* Anything to drink for you two?

Sam: I'm fine with just water. :)

Sarah: Lemonade would be nice. ^^ *looks through the menu, talking to Sam* Well, okay, but it was still awesome. I mean, I can't do a stunt with my eyes closed, so... :P

Sam: Well, thanks for the compliment. ^^ *looks at the menu, though isn't actually reading what's on it* ... Uh... so, this is nice. Just... being here. Like this. *there's a long pause before he puts down the menu and gives Sarah a very serious look* ... how are you feeling? You and your mom? A little better than yesterday? Worse? The same?

Sarah: ... *her smile fades, and she sighs, putting the menu down* Mom's not taking it well... It's like she's trying to convince herself that he'll be there when she wakes up in the morning... *looks at him, a deep sadness in her eyes* Mom and Dad were really close... when he died, he took a piece of Mom with him...

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The Next Morning

Sam: *He decides that since he had managed to take down a massive threat to the peace of his city, he should perhaps take the day off. He calls up the outpost, speaking his orders to the soldier listening, informing him that he will not be coming in to work today, and that the soldiers were to patrol their assigned areas as usual*

Sarah: *wakes up and immediately goes to take a shower. she comes out, and gets dressed, ready to go to work. She hoped she'd be able to focus long enough to avoid killing herself... she leaves her apartment*

Sam: *he decides to sleep in a little while longer, then he gets dressed and heads out. He decides to go see Sarah while she worked - he knew she was cast as a stunt-woman in a movie being filmed. Getting on his motorcycle, he rides out to the studio*

Sarah: *having left earlier, she beats Sam to the studio, finding the trailer where she can change into her "costume" and get her makeup on--not too much, luckily, since her and the actress she doubles for already look alike from a distance. She goes out on the set, waiting for her to be needed*

Sam: *arriving at the studio, he only needed to ask to gain entry - he WAS the lieutenant, after all. He walks over to where the movie was being filmed, staying behind the director and other crew members, watching*

Sarah: *had been paying attention during the shoot and she knew she would be needed soon--she was already heading towards the building she needed to leap off of when they called for her. She easily gets up to the top, silently thanking her father for teaching her all of this when she was younger... reaching the top, she looks at the gap, determining how much force she needed to put into her jump--but she wasn't focused. Memories of her father teaching her how to pull of this very stunt broke her concentration, and was almost startled when the director called "ACTION!" She breaks into a run, but as soon as her foot hits the edge of the building, she knows something is wrong, and that there's no way for her to stop herself. She takes the leap, and knows, she KNOWS she's going to fall short, she can already tell--so she desperately reaches out with her hands and grabs onto the edge, BARELY saving herself*

Everyone: *had been holding their breaths until they see Sarah save herself* !!!!!

Sam: DDDD8 !!!!!!!! *he lets out a relieved sigh when she saves herself, but had nearly had a heart attack before*

Sarah: *lets out her own relieved sigh--for that instant, she had fully believed she was going to hit the side of the building and fall to her death. She heaves herself up and back over the edge, scrabbling up the wall, and lays down on the roof of the next building, heart racing, chest heaving, adrenaline rushing--that was the closest she has EVER come to dying during a stunt, and she was still in shock when it hits her--that was how her dad died. falling off a building. and... her grandfather died the same way. and she had almost JOINED them...*

Sam: D8> ...

Director: STOP THE CAMERAS! STOP - STOP FILMING, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!

Cameramen: *stop filming* D8

Sam: SARAH! ARE YOU OKAY?? D8>

Sarah: *startled, she looks up when she unexpectedly hears Sam. She stands up, wincing--she was probably bruised all over the place from hitting that wall. She calls back* Y-YEAH! I'M OKAY! *starts climbing back down the building--she wasn't sure if she'd be able to try that jump again today, not after that*

Director: *runs over to Sarah* Miss Huntings, we can get the other stunt double to do the scene if you're not feeling up to it - I understand that your father died recently, and I'd like you to know that I am completely sympathetic - if you need another day off, you can HAVE another day off.

Sam: <:(

Sarah: *nods* Thank you... *glances at Sam* I-I'd really appreciate it.

Director: Right. *suddenly shouts to the rest of the crew* BACK TO WORK, BACK TO WORK - CHOP CHOP, PEOPLE, THIS MOVIE AIN'T GONNA FILM ITSELF!

Sam: Hey, Sarah... I-I was gonna watch you work, but... I guess you're still feeling down about it... *he thinks* ... what if I take you out somewhere for lunch? We can talk, and, y'know, I can try making you feel better... <:/

Sarah: *cracks a smile* That'd be nice... thanks. I um, think i need to see one of the medics first. I might not've killed myself, but it still hurt like hell. D;

Sam: Yeah, sure, I can walk you over - or r-rather, you can walk ME over, since I've never really gone through... here... uh... I-I'm taking a day off, you see, but I'll tell you more about that later - medic, right. D:

Sarah: *laughs a little at his short rambling, and heads towards where she knew the medic was, limping slightly as she went--she had slammed her knee into the wall*

Sam: *he follows Sarah to the medic, ready to catch her if she fell*

Sarah: *makes it to the medic on her own, and waits until he checks her over. she returns a few moments later, her knee wrapped up and an ice pack in her hand* Well, I'm still in one piece... ^^;

Sam: Well, that's good - You don't mind riding on a motorcycle, do you?

Sarah: No, not at all. ^^

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Tank: *charges at Sam, throwing a punch at him* ROOAARGH!!

Sam: *quickly backs up, jumping backwards when the punch is thrown*

Charger: *charges at Sam from behind*

Sam: *sidesteps, causing the Charger to crash into the Tank*

Tank: ???

Charger: AGH!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO MOVE, YOU BIG frackING OAF!!

Hunter 1: *leaps at Sam*

Sam: *sidesteps again and manages to shoot the Hunter in the leg, so that when it lands, it would not be able to leap again*

Hunter 1: *screams in agony and crashes*

*they continue walking*

Key: *stops when she sees an alleyway with a lot of snow accumulated in it, the wind forming a huge snow drift next to the building* ...

Sarah: ? *looks into the alleyway Key's looking into, then looks at her, puzzled* ...mom?

Mister Smiles: GODDAMNIT, KILL HIM!! D8<

Hunter 2: *leap at Sam*

Sam: *does the same to him as the first Hunter*

Hunter 2: ??? *CRASH*

Sam: Come ON, guys, you get an "F" in "Intimidating Thug Class".

Tank: *charges at him again* NRAAGGHH!! D8<

Sam: *shoots the Tank about six times with the tranquilizer gun, not moving once from his spot*

Tank: *collapses right when he's about to hit Sam, falling at his feet*

Sam: *doesn't even flinch* Next?

Mister Smiles: GGRRRNNNGH...!! DDD8< *takes out a pistol from his suit and shoots Sam in the chest twice*

Sam: !! *is shot, and falls onto the ground*

Mister Smiles: HAH!! HAHAHAHA!! >8D

Key: *tears her gaze away from the alley, tears forming in her eyes. They had been so happy... (that'll never happen again)*

Sarah: Mom...? D:>

Key: *smiles sadly and shakes her head* Just remembering...

Sam: *he gets back up from the floor, brushing himself off*

Mister Smiles: Whuh - buh - huh - WHAT?? D8

Sam: Hello, EARTH TO PIGGY, we soldiers got this thing called an ARMORY - y'know, where we keep all the BULLET-PROOF VESTS?

Mister Smiles: DDDD8<

Sam: Now then... as I was saying - *he points both his magnums at Mister Smiles's head again*

Sarah: ... something with Dad? <:(

Key: *nods* ...we made a fond memory here... sad that we can't ever come back...

Sarah: ... *puts an arm around her and pulls her along, continuing on their walk*

Sam: *smirking* Turn around, Mister Double-Chin.

Mister Smiles: *grumbling, he turns around, only to get cuffed* >8C

Sam: *takes out his phone and calls the Military Outpost*

Key: *ends up remembering her happiest moments with Todd, all the way back to that first kiss in the safehouse. She smiles at the memory, but it also brings tears to her eyes. There won't be any MORE memories. This realization only makes her sink further into her depression*

Sarah: *continues walking, her arm firmly around Key's shoulders* ...

Sam: *talking with one of the members of his squad, holding on tightly to Mister Smiles* ... Yeah, bring the entire squad over. We've got a pig and a bunch of overgrown monkeys to put in jail.

Mister Smiles: You'll pay for this, Gatzsky - YOU'LL PAY FOR -

Sam: *shoots him in the leg with the tranquilizer gun* Shut it.

Mister Smiles: *passes out onto the floor*

Key and Sarah: *continue walking, both of them remembering... both of them mourning*

Sam: *once everyone in the warehouse is arrested, Sam goes back to the Military Outpost to finish up the paperwork he had for the week on the approval and disapproval of certain construction jobs, new law ideas, new law-removal ideas, and so on. A boring thing to do*

Sarah: *walks Key back home the way they came, glancing back at the alleyway when they pass it again--she wonders what happened there that makes her mother looks so depressed when she looks at it*

Key: *stares at the alley as they pass it, until it's completely out of sight* ...

Sam: *while filling out the paperwork, his mind drifts off, and he daydreams of Sarah again, sighing a little, resting his head in his hand. Of course, they were just friends - his little crush wouldn't change a thing - ESPECIALLY with her mourning the loss of her father... he then wondered how Ms. Huntings was doing with Mr. Huntings gone - he wonders how it'll effect her and her daughter*

Key: *avoids looking at the spot where Todd lay only a day before as they approach the house, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground*

Sarah: *does the opposite and stares at that spot, noticing that they had cleaned away the bloody snow--there was no evidence of the murder left, the newly fallen snow making everything brand-new again*

Sam: *he thinks of how Mr. Huntings was a good man - he still remembered a few happy memories of playing games with Mr. Huntings and Sarah - and one rather exciting memory of him curing a Tank single handedly in the garden of Versailles*

Key: *goes into the house, wanting to completely avoid looking at the site of the murder*

Sarah: *stares at the spot a moment longer before following her mother inside*

Sam: *eventually finishes up, reading the clock - exactly nine. He walks out, back to his apartment, sighing*

Key: *takes her coat off, hanging it back in the coat closet*

Sarah: *keeps her coat on--she wasn't planning on staying* Mom, will you be okay without me?

Key: ... Yeah... Yeah, I'll be fine.

Sarah: ...You sure?

Key: ... *nods*

Sarah: ...Okay. I'll visit again tomorrow, okay?

Key: Okay... bye. <:/

Sarah: Bye... *turns and leaves the house, headed for her apartment*

Sam: *he lies down on his bed, thinking of Sarah once more, as he did every night. He was sure she didn't think about him ever - he was also sure that his love would remain unrequited*

Sarah: *goes up to her apartment, wondering whether she should call Sam or not--he DID say she could... but it was late, and she didn't know what to say to him. she goes into her room and climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower. she was just too mentally exhausted for that. she falls asleep almost immediately*

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Harry: ...Mhm...

*after dinner*

Sam: *he puts on his coat and hat* It was nice to have dinner with you guys, but I gotta get going now. Gotta get some sleep for tomorrow. <:/

Harry: ... m'bye, Sam...

Claire: Goodbye, Sam. Visit again soon. <:/

Sam: I will... bye. <:( *he leaves, heading off to his apartment to sleep. In his apartment, he lies down on his bed, preforming his usual nightly ritual of thinking about Sarah before going to sleep, having developed somewhat of a crush on her*

The next morning

Sarah: *had decided to stay in her parents' house for that night. She had called in to work and explained why she wouldn't be coming in the next day, and she was excused. She wakes up early, still trying to get over the fact that her father was gone... she leaves the guest room and heads downstairs, finding her mother already there*

Key: *is sitting at the dinner table, picking at her food, two more plates set out on the table as if she had forgotten Todd wasn't coming down to eat--or as if she was trying to convince herself he was still there*

Todd: *is very much not there and quite dead*

meanwhile

Sam: *gets ready and leaves - now that he had that lead on the drug lord he was tracking down he was sure to get much closer to his wherabouts today*

Sarah: <:( ... *sits down and eats with her, watching her mother carefully*

Key: *watches the third plate as she eats her own food, silent* ...

Sarah: ...

Sam: *he enters the military outpost, getting the usual "good morning sir"s from passing soldiers. Getting his usual things, he heads out hoping to kick some @$$ today*

Key: *after some time, she puts her fork down, half of her food still on the plate* ...

Sarah: *finishes eating and sees this. She stands, taking her plate and her mother's, along with the third, untouched plate*

Key: *keep staring at the empty spot, waiting* ...

Sam: *following the information he collected, he eventually ends up in an abandoned warehouse - oh of COURSE an abandoned warehouse, how CLICHE... he quietly enters it, then hides when he notices an X-Tank wandering around as a guard* ...

Sarah: *comes back and finds her mother still sitting there, not saying a word. She sits next to her, and puts an arm around her, pulling her closer*

Key: *rests her head on Sarah's shoulder, staring at the spot for just another moment before looking away, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddering sigh, like she's holding back tears* ...H-He's really gone, isn't he? He's not coming back...

Sarah: ... *shakes her head* ... I'm sorry, mom...

Sam: *keeps going through the warehouse, dodging the thugs, and managing to stumble upon the entire supply of crack that this "lord" had been selling. About $17 million in the stuff. Sam wrinkled his nose. "Mister Smiles" as his clients called him, was going to see his empire crash*

Key: *runs her hand through her hair, trying to think. Todd was gone for good (don't cry, he wouldn't want you to...) What would she do now? She still had Sarah. But she had her own life now...* ...he left me alone...

Sarah: Mom... he didn't leave... he was taken... D:>

Key: How does that make it any better? He's gone.

Sam: *sneaking over to the containers with the crack in it, he places remote-controlled combustion bombs in each container, then gets to a safe distance. He sets them off. Each container catches fire, ruining the drugs, burning all that illegal money*

Guards: ???

Sarah: It doesn't, I just... the way you said it, it sounded like you were blaming Dad...

Key: ...I... I wasn't...

Mister Smiles: *has hurried over to the flaming mess, furious - the man was a fat human in a fancy suit - probably bought with his drug money. He was pasty and white, his dark brown eyes darting around wildly for the culprit* WHO DID THIS?? WHICH ONE OF YOU SCUMBAGS RUINED ALL OF MY CRACK??

Sam: *quickly shoots all visible thugs with a tranquilizer gun, not missing once*

Mister Smiles: WHA - ??

Sam: *comes out of his hiding place, pointing both his normal guns - two magnum pistols - at his pig-like head* You've done a hell of a lot to hide from me, "Mister Smiles"...

Sarah: ...maybe we should go for a walk. Does that sound okay?

Key: ... *nods*

Sarah: *stands up and grabs their coats--it was still snowing outside--and puts it on, bringing Key hers*

Key: *takes with with a tiny "thank you" and puts it on*

Mister Smiles: Nuh-now now, Lieutenant... s-surely we can let this slide - I still have PLENTY of money, perhaps I could -

Sam: *shoots his foot*

Mister Smiles: AAAHAUUGH!! Y-YOU'RE THE HEAD OF THE POLICE UNIT, AREN'T YOU?? Y-YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SHOOTING ME - I DID NOTHING!! D8>

Sam: I'm the head of the SOLDIER unit, and I can shoot you as much as I want - I just can't KILL you... *gives the drug lord a smug half-smile*

Mister Smiles: G-GUARDS!! GUARDS!!

*the Tank from before, two Hunters, and a Charger hurry out*

Sam: ... Well... this is gonna get fun.

Sarah and Key: *go outside and walk, going in the opposite direction from where Todd was killed. They walk together, arm in arm, silent, reminiscing.

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