CLUNK. Whirrrrrrrrrrr...
"SAAA-AAAM!"
Ah, the familiar noises of home, sweet home.
"It wasn't me!"
"Well, it wasn't me!" bellowed Rodney McKay, from the apartment opposite. "Probably Zelenka." People were coming out of their apartments, and Rodney leaned over the banisters. "Zelenka! What have you broken this time?"
There was a short, sharp Czech phrase
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On an even more random note, at the Halloween conversation, This Is Halloween (from Nightmare Before Christmas OST) came on my playlist - it made things just a little creepier :)
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And, that's spooky! And, ooh, I love the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack - must find it again before this Hallowe'en...
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So far, a few room numbers have been established, but to be honest, I don't think it's being considered too important. Although Sam does seem to live at 320. *g*
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"Not my boyfriend," she said, firmly.
Jack was still very close. It should have been uncomfortable, but Sam could just make out Jack's face with the light reflected from the torch, and the look in his eyes was nice. Very nice, actually.
Maybe she shouldn't have come down here with him, after all.
She thought about turning around and going back to work on the fuses, but found herself curiously reluctant to move.
And then it seemed like Jack was getting closer, and she lifted her chin, and then she realized why he'd been asking so many questions--stupid questions, now she thought about it--about boyfriends and evil twins.
"You like me!" she blurted out.
She was instantly horrified, and, although she was fairly sure he couldn't tell in the dark basement, she felt all her blood rush to her cheeks, burning.
The silence was total. Sam could just see Jack in front of her, arm still around her, holding the torch (although it wasn't pointed anywhere near the fuse box at the moment). She couldn't tell anything from ( ... )
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She and Rodney had arguments like this over theoretical applications all the time.
*sporfles*
kissing in the dirty basement of their cheap apartment complex while above them, the lights stayed off and the residents looked at their watches, sighed, and got out the candles.
*happy sigh* I love that image.
You're going to post it to the comm, right?
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Do you want it as a comment to your fic, or as its own entry?
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