First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

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.


[ooc: Open to everyone.]

Comments

[ewbadwrongno.livejournal.com]

"I'm named after Grandpa!" he said, bouncing a little. "But he died a looooong time 'go. Can I ride your bike?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

He...died? This situation wasn't improving. "Um, not yet, since I just started adjusting it," she said, trying to ignore the mental picture of herself and his grandfather as tiny children racing around the island, "Your two choices are either to help me or to go find your mom or dad. You pick."

[ewbadwrongno.livejournal.com]

Nik thought about it. "Mommy'll give me caf," he said, "and then I can come back and the bike'll be better!"

He gave Sam a hug around the legs and bolted for the door. "Byeeeee!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam stared after him, wondering if she should warn Luke and Rory.