First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

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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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[just-like-mommy.livejournal.com]

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

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Bye guys!" Sam waved, wishing Cameron a silent good luck.