Nov. 19th, 2009
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Nov. 19th, 2009 05:01 am[ooc: For
likely_evil, a Sam/Lana future fic with the prompt Snowball. The muses will hate me for this.]
Lana takes her place behind the tractor, scooping up the nearest patch of snow and quickly packing it into the most perfect ball she can manage. This week marks the anniversary of the day they'd met, the first one without an apocalypse hanging over their heads, and they celebrate with an entirely different kind of battle, one she's set on winning.
She loads up on ammo before carefully peaking around the side of the machine, looking for her man. He's doing the same over near the car, so she hides again, waiting, listening for the crunch of his boots against the snow.
When she thinks he's close enough, she stands and strikes the first blow.
Unfortunately, her aim is off.
Lana gasps and covers her mouth, staring in horror as she stares at Sam, hunched over and holding his groin.
"I am so sorry! Are you okay?"
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Lana takes her place behind the tractor, scooping up the nearest patch of snow and quickly packing it into the most perfect ball she can manage. This week marks the anniversary of the day they'd met, the first one without an apocalypse hanging over their heads, and they celebrate with an entirely different kind of battle, one she's set on winning.
She loads up on ammo before carefully peaking around the side of the machine, looking for her man. He's doing the same over near the car, so she hides again, waiting, listening for the crunch of his boots against the snow.
When she thinks he's close enough, she stands and strikes the first blow.
Unfortunately, her aim is off.
Lana gasps and covers her mouth, staring in horror as she stares at Sam, hunched over and holding his groin.
"I am so sorry! Are you okay?"