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randomplaces2006-12-07 08:59 pm
i_salted_dean) wrote in randomplaces2006-12-07 08:59 pm
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girlSam's reality. Sam and Leeroy's hotel room someplace near Denver
Sam walked through the door and came back into the motel room. Glancing at the bed where Leeroy still slept, she pulled on a pair of jeans and left to go get coffee and something to eat.
Leeroy heard Sam rustling about the room and opened his eyes. He didn't move; rather, he just listened until she left before sitting upright and stretching. He didn't want her to think she had woken him up. With a yawn, he headed for the washroom, intent on having a shower.
She could hear the sound of water running as she let herself back into the room with two cups of coffee and a bag of doughnuts. Glancing toward the bathroom door, she blushed slightly and went to get a plate from the kitchenett.
Brutally efficient showers were one of those things that Leeroy couldn't stop doing, no matter how long it had been since he was actually required to be in and out in five minutes, and so it wasn't long before he emerged fully dressed and much cleaner.
"'Morning," he said when he saw Sam.
"Morning." She looked up, then back to the doughnuts with an embarrassed grin. -Okay, what the heck do married couples do in the morning? Ugh, I need a shower....- "Doughnut?"
"Sure," he said, lowering himself into a chair that was beside the table. Taking a doughnut, he bit into it, feeling a vague longing for Tim Horton's. "So what are we gonna do today?"
She bowed her head over her own doughnut, then bit it and looked up. "Well, I'm gonna take a shower, and then... I don't know, check the news."
He smiled at her. "There ever gonna be a time when ye don't think 'bout workin'?" It wasn't meant to incite argument, Leeroy rather liked Sam's work ethic.
That got him a blank look over a cheek bulging with doughnut. "We just got back from a holiday." Sure, she'd worked then too, training and learning new things, but still, it had been a holiday.
Another smile. "Yes, b'y. But I means a holiday where ye has a little bit o' fun."
"Um... we went out drinking nearly every night I was in Port Aux Basques, and there was the launch, and that penguin movie...."
"Yes, but not a day went by when you didn' work on somethin'." He took another bite out of his doughnut and continued. "I means jus' takin' time fer yerself, y'know. Just relaxin'."
Sam gave him a very blank look.
"What, ye've never done that before?"
"Um... if what I just mentioned doesn't count... then no." She squinched her face slightly.
"Were ye ever interested in doin' that?" He took his cup of coffee and a packet of sugar and looked at her with amusement as he sweetened his drink.
Sam looked to right and left as though searching for an answer, then opened her mouth and closed it, eyebrows raising. "I didn't have time."
"I s'pose not," Leeroy said quietly, wondering if he'd crossed a line.
Sam thought about what she'd said and blinked as she realized the truth of the words. Her childhood had effectively ended on her sixth birthday. From then onward she'd known she had a limited time unless her family succeeded in getting It. She'd thrown herself into what research a six year old was capable of even before she'd left the hospital. Her laptop had been in her arms at Missouri's funeral.
He just looked at her; the vague thought process fading in and out like a radio signal. They had a lot in common in that respect: Sam had a brutally short childhood, whereas Leeroy never had one at all.
"But ye don't have to worry about that one anymore, right? Didn't John take care of it when..." He fell silent. "Ye knows what I means."
"When I died," she said quietly. "Yeah. But there are others. I've been dreaming about one of its kids...."
"Others." Leeroy spoke the word with derision. "Will they ever go away?"
"I don't know. I was born the way I was because of them." She looked at her doughnut, then took a drink of black coffee. "If God's changing us to deal with them it kind of makes it seem like an ongoing thing."
"Hm." He shrugged, knocking back more coffee and wishing even more that there was a Tim's up the road. "No rest, then, huh?" It wasn't that he minded - he just hoped that he'd get at least a day where it could just be he and Sam and nobody or nothing else. It didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon - but he was with her, and that was enough.
"That's important to you, isn't it?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"That I gets t' spend some time alone with the woman I loves?" He grinned. "It's kinda important, yes."
She grinned back, her cheeks pinking again as she dropped her eyes to her breakfast. "So what do you suggest?"
"I dunno," he said. "Ye likes research enough; why don't we go out and see if they got anythin' to look at in this town? Ye know, stuff that ain't... creepy."
Leeroy heard Sam rustling about the room and opened his eyes. He didn't move; rather, he just listened until she left before sitting upright and stretching. He didn't want her to think she had woken him up. With a yawn, he headed for the washroom, intent on having a shower.
She could hear the sound of water running as she let herself back into the room with two cups of coffee and a bag of doughnuts. Glancing toward the bathroom door, she blushed slightly and went to get a plate from the kitchenett.
Brutally efficient showers were one of those things that Leeroy couldn't stop doing, no matter how long it had been since he was actually required to be in and out in five minutes, and so it wasn't long before he emerged fully dressed and much cleaner.
"'Morning," he said when he saw Sam.
"Morning." She looked up, then back to the doughnuts with an embarrassed grin. -Okay, what the heck do married couples do in the morning? Ugh, I need a shower....- "Doughnut?"
"Sure," he said, lowering himself into a chair that was beside the table. Taking a doughnut, he bit into it, feeling a vague longing for Tim Horton's. "So what are we gonna do today?"
She bowed her head over her own doughnut, then bit it and looked up. "Well, I'm gonna take a shower, and then... I don't know, check the news."
He smiled at her. "There ever gonna be a time when ye don't think 'bout workin'?" It wasn't meant to incite argument, Leeroy rather liked Sam's work ethic.
That got him a blank look over a cheek bulging with doughnut. "We just got back from a holiday." Sure, she'd worked then too, training and learning new things, but still, it had been a holiday.
Another smile. "Yes, b'y. But I means a holiday where ye has a little bit o' fun."
"Um... we went out drinking nearly every night I was in Port Aux Basques, and there was the launch, and that penguin movie...."
"Yes, but not a day went by when you didn' work on somethin'." He took another bite out of his doughnut and continued. "I means jus' takin' time fer yerself, y'know. Just relaxin'."
Sam gave him a very blank look.
"What, ye've never done that before?"
"Um... if what I just mentioned doesn't count... then no." She squinched her face slightly.
"Were ye ever interested in doin' that?" He took his cup of coffee and a packet of sugar and looked at her with amusement as he sweetened his drink.
Sam looked to right and left as though searching for an answer, then opened her mouth and closed it, eyebrows raising. "I didn't have time."
"I s'pose not," Leeroy said quietly, wondering if he'd crossed a line.
Sam thought about what she'd said and blinked as she realized the truth of the words. Her childhood had effectively ended on her sixth birthday. From then onward she'd known she had a limited time unless her family succeeded in getting It. She'd thrown herself into what research a six year old was capable of even before she'd left the hospital. Her laptop had been in her arms at Missouri's funeral.
He just looked at her; the vague thought process fading in and out like a radio signal. They had a lot in common in that respect: Sam had a brutally short childhood, whereas Leeroy never had one at all.
"But ye don't have to worry about that one anymore, right? Didn't John take care of it when..." He fell silent. "Ye knows what I means."
"When I died," she said quietly. "Yeah. But there are others. I've been dreaming about one of its kids...."
"Others." Leeroy spoke the word with derision. "Will they ever go away?"
"I don't know. I was born the way I was because of them." She looked at her doughnut, then took a drink of black coffee. "If God's changing us to deal with them it kind of makes it seem like an ongoing thing."
"Hm." He shrugged, knocking back more coffee and wishing even more that there was a Tim's up the road. "No rest, then, huh?" It wasn't that he minded - he just hoped that he'd get at least a day where it could just be he and Sam and nobody or nothing else. It didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon - but he was with her, and that was enough.
"That's important to you, isn't it?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"That I gets t' spend some time alone with the woman I loves?" He grinned. "It's kinda important, yes."
She grinned back, her cheeks pinking again as she dropped her eyes to her breakfast. "So what do you suggest?"
"I dunno," he said. "Ye likes research enough; why don't we go out and see if they got anythin' to look at in this town? Ye know, stuff that ain't... creepy."
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He grinned, stomping on his cigarette butt as they kept walking. "Maybe she can just tell. An' don't be embarrassed 'bout it, either."
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"I wasn't laughin t' make fun of ye," he said, expression softening.
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"I love you too," he whispered. "More than anything."
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