Sam's Earth: Detroit

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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 understand."

And he did, but he simply chose not to dwell on that fact. Instead he looked at Sam with genuine concern in his eyes. "Is there anything you need?" he asked.

[i_salted_dean]

She looked at him, remembering Zack's words about needing people; about letting them help. His handshake, his body language, his eyes, all said this guy was alright. But she really didn't care about that right now. She'd have hugged a freaking clown if it got too close at the moment.

"A hug." Her voice was shakey.

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Leeroy fought a smile and put his arms around the girl.

"That better?"

[i_salted_dean]

She leaned against him, and he could feel her trembling as she stares blankly at the babbling television. "Yeah. Thanks."

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"So, what'd you dream about?" he asks her quietly, still holding onto her.

[i_salted_dean]

"The day the thing pinned Jessie to the ceiling and set him on fire."

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"Ah," he said quietly. "I have dreams like that too. Dreams of memories."

[i_salted_dean]

"It got my mother, too," she said conversationally.

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"That's too bad," he said. He couldn't feel sympathy like he knew he should. He didn't have a mother. He just had Sal, his training sergeant, and if something happened to her...

He didn't want to think about it.

"Yes, b'y," he muttered. "Damn shame."