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]

Paper blew across the abandoned parking lot and thunder rumbled in the distance as the wind ruffled Sam's short dark hair and brought the smell of rain. The sign flickered and died for a moment, then came back on, glinting on something laying next to the unconcious girl.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy leaned over and looked at the glinting thing. It was a key. He picked it up at the exact moment the rain started coming down in torrents.

Moving Sam probably wasn't a good idea, but he decided to do it anyway. He looked down at the key. A "7" was written on it in faded permanent marker. He looked up at the motel. Room 7 was almost directly in front of the still-parked Impala. He walked briskly over to the car and removed the keys from the ignition, closing both doors, and then returned to Sam, whom he hoisted over his shoulder with ease, despite his injury.

He used the room key to unlock the door and walked in. There was a bed, a television, a bathroom, a table, and an armchair within it. He placed Sam on the bed, checking her vitals one more time before picking up the TV remote. He flicked on the news and sat down in the armchair, waiting for her to wake up.