Now that he had the use of both hands again and his right hand was back to working the way he wanted it to, Sam had decided it was more than time to fix his poor, battered motorcycle -- which was the last thing he'd moved out of his trailer lot on Thunder Road over the weekend ( Read more... )

The annoying thing about small items like cigarette lighters was that they were ridiculously easy to misplace. Sam had done everything short of turn Phoebe's room upside down while she was in the shower, trying to find said lighter, and finally ended up looking in her nightstand.

He didn't find them in the drawer, but he did find the yearbook ( Read more... )

It was a very shaky Sam who, despite the fact that it still hurt to do so, carried Phoebe upstairs and got her comfortably -- as much as the circumstances would allow -- settled in bed well after the evening's earlier traumaPart of him wanted to yell at her, and demand what the frak she'd been thinking, going off on her own like that; the rest of ( Read more... )

He'd promised Phoebe he wouldn't try and go after Cole alone, but Sam justified his brief trip back to his own house by telling himself that he'd only gone to get a few changes of clothes and things he needed, and he'd be right back ( Read more... )

Sam hadn't exactly been in the best shape coming home last night after Piper's attack; he'd slipped into bed beside Phoebe and tried to be as nonchalant as possible, but any attempt to disguise outward signs of agitation pretty much fell by the wayside when woke up a couple of hours later and found himself shaking ( Read more... )

Sam had never enjoyed being medicated; he hated the loss of control that came with the strong drugs, despite the fact that the pain was by times otherwise overwhelming ( Read more... )

Everything was peaceful at the intersection again, belying the violent attack that had taken place so recently ( Read more... )

Sam still didn't like leaving Phoebe alone, not with everything that had been happening lately, but every now and then he did have things to do . . . and he knew her housemates were more than capable of keeping an eye on her anyway ( Read more... )

Sam still wasn't sure what he'd done to net himself a job teaching for the next few weeks, but he wasn't going to argue with the income; other than that, it had been a very quiet week for him owing to his player's brain-eating project of doom at workBut hey, all his secondhand furniture looked decent now, since all he'd been doing was trying to ( Read more... )

Sam was a fan of quiet Sundays, not having had many of those except in the offseason for years. The only downside to quiet Sundays spent at home though, was that there wasn't much to watch on TV except for sports, and at this point he thought he might try to put the remote through the screen if he had to flip past one more football or -- gods ( Read more... )