Sam's Reality: Cape Canaveral, Florida - Kennedy Space Center

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Leeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.

"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."

It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.

Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"

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She gave him an absent smirk and walked toward the bunker, unconsciously lifting her shotgun to both hands though she knew she wouldn't need it till nightfall.

They circled it in silence that was broken by Rob's low 'whoa' as they came to a huge hole ripped through the metal of the back wall.

"How did they miss that?" Sam scowled, looking at the clumps of dark fur on the edges of the rent.

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"Might be fresh," Leeroy said. "Lookit - in spots, the metal's still shiny where it was torn up. Either that or there's some kinda illusion keepin' the guards in th' dark."

He contemplated the hole for a few seconds. "We goin' in there?"

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"No...." she said absently, frowning at it and trying to understand what she was seeing.

Then her eyes went wide and she stepped back and to the side. "@#$$%&@! It's a portal...."

Her words were cut off as she whirled to face the Hunter that had come up behind them in the full light of day. Up went the shotgun, only to fly away at a blow from one clawed hand. The thing's other hand slammed into her stomach, and she doubled over and fell.

"NO!" cried Rob, filling the thing with silver.

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His gun was up and out and he too was firing silver-tipped incendiary rounds at the thing. He noticed Sam go down but there was nothing he could do until it was blasted straight back to wherever it came from.

...would you just die already?

It wasn't that Leeroy had any gifts, but his mind was scanning, searching for any sign from Sam. Something to make him believe she was still alive.

Because it was oddly silent right now.

[i_salted_dean]

The thing was nearly blown to pieces before it finally fell, and even then it continued to snarl and show its teeth till Rob put a spike through its skull.

Then he looked toward where Sam lay, his eyes wide with horror at the lack of thought from her.

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The thing was downed.

Now Leeroy focused his attention on Sam. Kneeling beside her, he checked her vital signs.

"Come on," he breathed. "Get up..."

[i_salted_dean]

The fall had stunned her. Her heart was beating, her breathing slightly erratic.

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He grinned widely. "Welcome back."

[i_salted_dean]

Her mind reached out toward his automatically as she tried to figure out what had happened. -What.... Argh!-

Pain ripped through her abdomen, and she rolled onto her side and was wrackingly sick. -Oh @#$%&$#@ no... it was there. It was....-

Rob put a hand over his mouth from where he stood guard.

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Leeroy stared.

"What was where? The... thing?"

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-The baby....-

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"What?"

[i_salted_dean]

She started to reply, but then shoved weakly away from the puddle of barf and curled miserably around the cramps.

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"No, please. Talk to me. Did I hear you right? You - we - what?"

Now he was shaking.

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"I killed it," her voice was a miserable whisper.

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Leeroy looked monumentally confused. "Um. Okay..."

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"Grandpa, we have to get her to a doctor." Rob's voice was shaking.

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He seemed to snap out of a trance. "Okay. Should we call for an ambulance?"

Leeroy had no idea where the hell the nearest hospital was.

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Rob swallowed and quickly dialed the number that the guard had given them for in case of emergency. "We need medical help out here NOW."

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Sam groaned and tried to push herself up, one arm wrapped around her stomach. -Murderer... I killed it. That Hunter wasn't supposed to be out now!-

The last was a cry of rage and pain that made Leeroy's skull ring.

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Leeroy dealt Sam a sideways glance. "No, you're not. Try to calm down."

Clearly it hadn't quite sunk in yet for him.

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She managed to sit up, then blindly tried to get her feet under her, her thoughts holding nothing but guilt, pain, and the need to get away from the scene. -Stupid, stupid, stupid.-

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"Don't do that." He put his arms around her and lifted her gently to her feet, then while still holding her pressed a button on his watch.

A moment later they appeared near the Buick. "D'you wanna go inside and wait?"

[i_salted_dean]

-No. Don't wanna bleed on it.- She sagged, ready to throw up again. -Sorry.-

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"Try not to be sick," he said quietly, sitting her down against the Buick's front tire instead. "Probably ain't gonna do you any good."

He lifted his head when he heard the wail of a siren.