Boulder, Colorado: Friday evening

[anextimeagent]

The portal spat Jack out on what he hoped was Sam's back deck. He appreciated the precision, but he could have done without being dumped upside down in a heap. Apparently portals have a weird sense of humour, and this one didn't seem to like him very much

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[carter_i_am]

Sam had been standing in the kitchen by the back door ever since she'd heard the sound of a body falling to the deck. She used the next few minutes to straighten her sweater and hair.

"Hi," she said, finally opening the door and trying not to drink him in too obviously. "How was the trip?"

[anextimeagent]

Jack was too busy exerting every single ounce of his self control not to reach out and cling on to her to reply right away. "It was quick," he said finally, shoving his hands in his pockets so they'd behave. "Portal has a sense of humor. How are you, Sam?"

[carter_i_am]

"I'm..." confused, frustrated "finally settled, I think. Come on in," she moved out of the doorway and motioned him into the house, wondering exactly when they'd become strangers. "I'll show you around."

[anextimeagent]

Since he'd been half wondering if she'd even let him in, he breathed a sigh of relief and followed her, dropping his bag just inside the door. "It's a nice place," he said quietly.