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Sam's Earth: Detroit

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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[personal profile] i_salted_dean 2006-09-08 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" She quirked a grin. "Great how?"

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I got t' see the most beautiful place I ever saw, I got to see my family again... it was good. We was all separated and then we come back together..." He blinked rapidly and sighed. "I sounds like a dweeb, I knows."
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[personal profile] i_salted_dean 2006-09-08 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She shook her head and swallowed. "No you don't. And if that's really your own brother then that's really great. I...." She paused to take a breath and quirk her eyebrows. "Well, I wish that would happen here. But I guess it's not in God's plan."

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He was forced to cough in order to keep from laughing. "Not you too," he breathed, looking exasperated.
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[personal profile] i_salted_dean 2006-09-08 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me too what?" She arched one brow.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, Scrat's all up in the God talk, tha's all," he muttered.
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[personal profile] i_salted_dean 2006-09-08 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"The talk? Or the walk?" She shifted her weight slightly without moving away from him, unconciously praying for him.

The wounds on his shoulder start to tingle, then close without marks.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess you could say bot - hey!" He started at the sudden tingly sensation that spread across his shoulder. It was with a dumfounded sense of awe that he realized that there were no longer any cuts there.

He looked at Sam questioningly, but didn't say a word.
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[personal profile] i_salted_dean 2006-09-09 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" She'd sprang away at his exclamation and was now kneeling in the center of the bed with every sense alert, wondering where the heck her shotgun was.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Tickled," he said with an amused grin on his face.
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