First Floor Garage, Monday Evening

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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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Sam stroked her hand down Jack's side, more to give comfort than anything else. "Sleep. Any morning you wake up is another chance."

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He sighed at the touch, and it was a comfort. "I'll try." Muscle by muscle, he made himself go limp, slowed his breathing and sought sleep. It didn't come, but he stayed silent -- if he pretended to sleep, maybe it would turn into reality.

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"I love you, Jack." Sam felt Jack relax against her, but knew he wasn't sleeping. She'd let him fake it for now, in the hope that he'd fall asleep eventually.