It didn’t take Grams long to notice the car’s unusually silent atmosphere as she settled into the passenger seat with a little help from Warrick. When she shot her grandson a questioning look, he simply nodded toward the back seat where Sara sat with their son. The seven year old’s arms were folded tightly across his chest, his mouth set in an
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Sorry not more coherant right now - tis late. Yays for more W/S fic!!
*hugs*
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Oh, and I love your icon, did you make it?
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I really love Warrick and Sara too. Those crazy kids make my muse work overtime. :)
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