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.]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. "Did you put the screws back in the tables?"

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

"Aiden made me." Stupid Aiden. "But I would have done it anyway! He just didn't give me a chance!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well, that answered the question of who was older, "That still counts," she told him, "although you shouldn't have taken the screws out in the first place."

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

"Do I have to give the screwdriver back?" he asked sadly, eyes big and lip sticking out just the right amount. "I promise not to unscrew any more tables." Which still left chairs and bikes and cars and spaceships and the TV.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam held her hand out, waiting for the screwdriver to be put into it.

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

Darn it. Stupid 'munity. Sighing deeply, he slowly pulled it out of his pocket and set it in her hand.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Thank you very much," she said, sliding it into her pocket, "and I need a 3/4" nut, please. And you and your daddy and Cedric and Aiden and I...we all live together?" Holy hannah, she'd become a hippie.

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

""Yep," Jake nodded eagerly, carefully selecting the right size nut and handing it to her, "inna timeship. Although sometimes Cedric doesn't come, 'cause he's got magic stuff to do."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Okay, the timeship part made sense, at least, "And does Aiden come even when Cedric stays home?"

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes. And sometimes I stay with them, if you 'n dad are doing something too dangerous." Jake hugged his mom, because he didn't like those times, even if Cedric let him get away with wayyy more stuff.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam stopped what she was doing and hugged him to her side, probably transferring some engine grease, "Does that happen a lot?"

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

Getting greasy was fun, so he tried to get a bit more on him. "You say lots of things are too dangerous that aren't," because he was seven now. "But sometimes, yeah. Only when it's 'portant. You're Time Fighters." He grinned, cause he'd made that name up all by himself. "So sometimes you have to go."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes you don't find out about the dangers until you get there," Sam told him, strangely reluctant to let him go, then she burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, we're what?"

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

"Time Fighters!" he repeated, laughing too. "You 'n Dad 'n sometimes Cedric are," he frowned, trying to remember the exact words, and said very slowly and carefully, "freelance troubleshooters specialising in chron'logical 'nomalies." Close enough. "Time Fighters is wayyyy cooler!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I see," she said, still chuckling. "And we're supposed to be cool, now?"

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

"Mommmm, of course you are!" His fingers started inching towards the swoop bike. "Can I just take that cable off? I bet I can put it back on even better..."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"No," Sam said firmly. She was going to have to watch this kid like a hawk, she could tell.

[harknesshorde.livejournal.com]

"Rats." He was ready to start pouting again, when he heard a familiar voice (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1072082.html?thread=88414930#t88414930). "Aiden!"