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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[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Leeroy said. "Felt like ye did." Noticing her slight fear, he shrugged. "I guess it was nothin', then. All in me head."

[i_salted_dean]

She looked at his shoulder again, then poked her fingers through the rent in the jacket and felt the smooth skin and the dried blood on the tatters of his shirt. "Not all in your head. It just wasn't me that touched you."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He smiled. He knew exactly what she was going to say. If it had been anyone else, he'd have been angry.

But inexplicably, he didn't mind hearing such things from Sam.

"Oh, really? Who was it then?"

[i_salted_dean]

"God." She shoved his jacket and shirt off his shoulder and then ripped the T-shirt so that she could see better, once more running her fingers over the unmarked skin. "Awesome."