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First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.

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"Thanks," Cameron said. "It went faster than I thought it would."

He blinked. "And I don't hit my head that much," he protested.

Marybeth started giggling. "That's not what Mommy says."

Then she finally spotted Sam's pot of coffee. "Auntie Sam, can I have some coffee?" she asked, bouncing hopefully.

Sam started wondering if she should offer Cameron a bottle of whiskey. "Er, that's up to your...dad, sweetie."

"Daddy?" Marybeth said, looking up at him with big eyes and her head tilted ever so slightly. "Since I ate all my breakfast and drank all my milk, may I please have some coffee?"

She was very much her mother's daughter.

"No coffee until you're taller than your mom," Cameron replied, trying not to flail.

Marybeth pouted. "But that will take forever and ever," she said, her lower lip trembling. "And Mommy lets me have it sometimes."

And now he really was flailing at the lip trembling as he moved to Marybeth to pick her up. "Your mommy is short because she drank too much coffee," he explained. "If you don't drink coffee until you're all big, you'll be way taller than her.

Yes, he was totally making things up but he just wanted the pouting to end.

Actually, he wasn't wrong. "Especially since your daddy's so tall," Sam added, not that she knew exactly who the little girl's mom was, "his half of you should be pretty tall, because he's tall."

Marybeth sighed. "Uncle Logan would have given it to me."

Cameron scowled. "All the more reason not to," he said.

"Maybe later?" Sam suggested, not wanting Cam to have to deal with a caffeinated kid.

"Okay," Marybeth said. "Can we go call Mommy now? Or is she working on a case undercover?" She tried to whisper that last bit, but given that she was five, her idea of a whisper was pretty loud.

"I called Veronica earlier and she'll call us back later," Cameron replied because if he had to get his brain broken, so should Veronica.

Oh. Oh. "So, what're your plans for the day?" Sam asked, trying not to be overly amused.

"Try to find out how I got a five year old kid with my girlfriend of six months?" he suggested. That was a definite flail.

Marybeth wasn't paying attention to her daddy and Auntie Sam. She was trying out her spy skills to sneak some coffee.

Sam was already busy thinking about the problem, "Did you stand in front of any stone mirrors this morning? Or find a time rift? Maybe if they stumbled directly into a paradox..."

"I just saw Veronica off to her portal back to Neptune," he said and realised that it was too quiet.

"Hey!" he protested as he noticed Marybeth sneaking off and quickly went to catch her.

"I'm not doing anything wrong, Daddy!" Marybeth said quickly, her face a picture of innocence.

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaam," Cameron whined. "I think she takes after her mother."

Sighing, he held out his hand. "I said no coffee, Beth."

"I'm sorry," she patted him on the shoulder, "but sometimes they do that."

"You're not being very helpful," he informed her, laughing.

Shaking his head, he reached down and stroked Marybeth's hair. "Suppose it's better than taking after me."

Marybeth giggled. "You always say I'm just like mommy," she said, holding her arms up. "Can we go play now?"

"I think I'm right too," he replied and automatically reached down to lift her up in his arms. "Sure. Say bye to your auntie Sam." Watch his brain break even more.

"Bye, Auntie Sam!" Marybeth called, wrapping her legs around Cameron's waist.

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