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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Sighing, Jake pulled another screwdriver, an exacto knife, and four long bolts out of his pocket. "The bench, dad, take me to the bench! I need to put these down!"

When Jack did as he was told, bending over so Jake could reach it, he dropped them all. "Kay. Can we go noooow? I'm hungry!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please," she didn't take Aiden's hand, figuring he was too old for that. "Maybe we could find some jell-o?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Aiden's happy, "Yes, please!" was lost in Jake's crow of, "Jelllllloooo!"

Jack winced, because that had been loud, and hoisted Jake higher. "Right, come on, we're out of here." He glanced at Sam, bumping his shoulder against hers, and added under his breath, "And if we're lucky, we'll survive."

For the record, they did survive, both lunch and the trip there, after which Jack let Jake drag him and Aiden to the park to show him their note, while Sam escaped went back to the garage.