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.


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[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!"