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First Floor Garage, Monday Evening
Sam was on the floor of the garage next to her swoop bike, surrounded by parts--half clean, half filthy--a rag, and assorted tools. She was currently busy filing down a part she'd designed and cast for the propulsion system, trying to smooth all the rough edges before she replaced it.
So far, it was a little better than it had been, but the process was slow-going because she had to keep stopping to pull the metal filings out of her fingertips. At least it was mind-numbing enough work that she could let her mind drift, and not think of anything; particularly not seventeen-year-old girls leading armies into battle, because that should never have happened.
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So far, it was a little better than it had been, but the process was slow-going because she had to keep stopping to pull the metal filings out of her fingertips. At least it was mind-numbing enough work that she could let her mind drift, and not think of anything; particularly not seventeen-year-old girls leading armies into battle, because that should never have happened.
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Sam Carter? Deflecting her own feelings by talking about someone else's? Naah.
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About a lot of things, but Luke wasn't going to say that, either.
"I take it you've seen him, then?"
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He was a terrible liar.
"Jedi being not supposed to have children and all," he finished a bit lamely.
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This was the first time he'd come out of his room all day, and when he saw Sam, he almost turned around and left. He almost bolted across the room and wrapped his arms around her.
In the end he didn't do either, just walked over to sit on the ground next to her. "Hey, Sam."
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Which they didn't have, although even Sam wouldn't say that out loud.
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