Sam's Earth: Detroit

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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[i_salted_dean]

"Sorry." She turned and started toward the mouth of a connecting alley.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He scrambled to his feet and walked after her, putting a hand on her shoulder to slow her down. "What's going on?" he asked.

[i_salted_dean]

"You need to see a doctor," she reminded him, dipping her shoulder to get rid of the hand.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"I'd go if I knew where the doctors was to, but this ain't even me world!" He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, hard, pulling her around in the hope that he'd pay attention to her.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam blinked and stiffened, narrowing her eyes at him. But the salt hadn't affected him.

-God?- She cocked her head slightly, then grabbed his sleeve and dragged him after her toward where the Impala was parked. "Get in. Hurry up." She crammed him through the driver's side.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy was shoved roughly through the driver's side door and somehow, inexplicably, managed to sail through the front of the car and land heavily in the passenger seat.

He eyed his shoulder. The leather of his jacket had been ripped and the enormous cuts were only bleeding slightly at this point. The hammering of his heart had subsided, and he looked at his rescuer.

"So uh," he said, "who're you, and what the fierfek were ye fightin' in that alley?"