[Monday Evening] [NWS!!]

[leeadama]

Lee watches reruns of his favorite show while avoiding his homework, his Colonial Fleet paperwork, the pile of mail from his mom on the desk, and the odd feeling of doom settling into the back of his mind. What a dull day, he thinks.

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[carter_i_am]

Feeling wiped out and needing nothing more than the comfort of another human being's touch, Sam knocked on Lee's door, then leaned her head against it. Hopefully he was home.

[leeadama]

Getting off his lazy ass, he answers the door and is speechless to see a very frazzled looking Sam, pale faced and an odd bruise blossoming on her neck. "What the frak?" he says, taking her hand and pulling her into the room quickly. "What happened to you?"

I feel strangely schizophrentic...

[carter_i_am]

Sam wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Bad day. Very bad day."

"I need you," she said, but it was muffled as she spoke into his shoulder.

I can't imagine why.

[leeadama]

He swallows quickly, feeling the wind knocked out of him at that statement. Eyeing the open doorway carefully, he shifts so he can shut it and twist the lock shut. “What’s going on?” he asks quietly, holding her close.