whatever happened to all the heroes?

[poshmouthytart]

Characters: Alex Drake and Sam Tyler
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the castle
Relative Date: Sometime after the death thread
Status: FINISHED

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[sammytyler]

Sam had spent most of the day trying to find something to do. The message he'd sent to Annie before hadn't gotten the response he had hoped, so sending another one sounded like a bad idea to him. He'd have to go look around on his own. And at the very least, getting some fresh air was something he needed to do.

Sam was reaching for the door handle to the castle when it swung open. He stepped aside quickly. "'Scuse me..." he mumbled, more from habit than genuine feelings. He barely looked toward the silhouette standing in the doorway. He could tell from the hair it wasn't anybody that he recognized.

[poshmouthytart]

Alex backed up as the door swung open, cursing her heels. She sighed and straightened herself, and looked up at the man who had spoken.

"I'm sor--" she cut herself off, and took a step into the doorway. She peered at the man in front of her.

"Sam?" she croaked.

[sammytyler]

Sam's brow furrowed deeply when he caught better sight of the woman. She looked familiar, and slowly the realization of who she was washed over him.

"Alex Drake?" He wiped a hand over his face, in shock. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Sam shook his head in surprise before stepping forward with a broad grin. "I can't believe it..."

[poshmouthytart]

Alex took a step forward, examining Sam. She had been looking for him only hours before, hoping to find him, and now here he was standing before her... And she wasn't even sure what to say.

She reached out and placed a hand hesitantly on his arm, as if making sure he was real. Well, as real as he could be, in this place.

"Gene told me you were here, but..." she shook her head, half-whispering to herself. "I must be mad, bringing you here like this. Why now?"