Author's Notes: This little collection of stories is in celebration of Tumblr's Sory Week. Each day has a theme, and people share their stories, pictures, whatever they can make that goes with the theme. I rated this T for Teen to be safe, since I have no idea what I might put in the later stories. If you care to join in, or see other submissions, visit Tumblr (dot) com and use the search tags: sory week, or sory for all kinds of awesome Sam and Rory related goodies.

Tumblr's Sory Week: Day 1 - Baby Sory

Lost and Found

Little seven year old Sammy Evans waved to his mother as he had just made it to the very top of the rocket shaped slide on the playground. It was a Saturday and the weather was unusually nice out, so Mrs. Evans had decided to treat her young son to a day at the park.

Sammy was about to duck into the large tube slide when he heard a commotion. It sounded like a bunch of kids were shouting at each other. Giving in to child's curiosity, he stood back up and looked down below. From the top of the little tower he could see almost the entire playground. Off to the side was a little boy, sitting in a wooden boat, several other boys shouting at him.

Never one to like seeing other kids being made fun of, Sammy dove down the slide and took off running toward the little wooden boat. The little boy had wedged himself against the bow, as if he were afraid to try and run away. The walls of the play-boat were too high for the little boy to be seen, except from above.

"Hey!" Sammy shouted at the three boys blocking the exit from the boat. "Stop picking on him!" he shouted, putting his hands on his hips. "You just leave him alone, or else!"

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, kid?" the tall red headed boy demanded. He looked to be maybe a year or two older than Sammy, but the blonde boy never backed down from defending someone else.

"I'll beat you up!" Sammy shouted, scrunching his face up in a scowl.

The skinny boy started to laugh, but Sammy ran up to him and kicked him right in the leg with all his might.

"Ow! Why did you do that!" the red headed boy asked, tears welling up in his eyes. "We was just playin' with him!"

"You were being mean! Go away and leave him alone. Play with kids your own age!" Sammy shouted, glaring hard.

The short, stubby black boy who had been observing his friend being kicked tugged on the tall boy's arm.

"Hey, come on Ricky, let's go. This kid's crazy," the boy said.

Ricky scowled at Sammy, but hopped away with his short tubby friend and their third cohort. As they wandered away giggling, the third little boy, turned his head around to watch as Sammy glared at them.

"Come on, Davey, let's go," the tubby boy demanded.

"Okay, Okay, I'm coming Zi!"

When the three bullies were a safe distance away, Sammy turned around to glimpse the little brown haired boy, huddled up in the boat, his face red and tear streaked. Sam stepped up into the boat and sat down in front of the boy.

"It's okay, kid, they're gone."

The five year old looked up at him with wide, bright blue eyes, and smiled. Sammy smiled back and the little boy eased up a little.

"So, what's your name, kid? I'm Sam, but everybody calls me Sammy," the blonde boy said, grinning.

"I'm Rory. Everybody calls me Rory," the brown haired boy said. Both of them started to giggle at his little unintended joke.

"Why didn't your mommy make them go away?" Sammy asked, looking around.

Rory frowned. "I don't know where she is. I turned around and she was gone!" He started to cry again, but Sammy stood up, pulling on the small boy's arm.

"Don't cry, Rory. We'll go get my mommy to find her!" Sammy declared. He took Rory's hand and started to lead him toward his own mother. "Hey, what do you have there?" he asked, noticing Rory was clutching something between his small fingers.

Rory held it up. It was a small green stem with four leaves on it. "It's a clover. Momma says it brings good luck."

"Oh wow, that's neat. You better keep it for a long time!"

Sammy waved to his mother, his new friend in tow. "Well who is this you have with you, Sammy?" the woman asked, leaning down to look at the boy.

"This is Rory. He was being picked on, but I saved him!" Sammy said proudly.

"Oh, that was nice of you, dear. Hi, Rory," Mrs. Evans said kindly. Rory hid himself nervously behind Sammy, still holding on to his hand.

"Don't be afraid, Rory. This is my mommy. She can help find your mommy, okay?"

The little blue eyed boy nodded, staring up at Mrs. Evans and finally emerging from behind Sammy. "He lost his mommy. We can find her, right?" Sammy asked enthusiastically.

"We sure can, honey. Rory, where did you last see your mommy at?" Rory pointed in the direction of a tall fence with trees on the other side. Mrs. Evans smiled and nodded. She knew exactly what had happened. She led her song and his new friend across the playground and behind the fence. On the other side was another section of the park, and on the far side, they could see a dark haired woman talking frantically to a man running an ice cream cart.

"Is that your mommy over there?" Mrs. Evans asked, pointing at the fretting woman.

"Yes!" Rory cried. He started running, still holding Sammy's hand, the two boys making a beeline for the cart. When the woman noticed two children running toward her, she cried out.

"Rory! There you are, baby!" she exclaimed, kneeling down and throwing her arms around her son. "Oh I was so worried, I couldn't find you anywhere!"

Sammy smiled, happy to see the boy reunited with his mother. At that point, Mrs. Evans had made her way up to them. "Hi, I'm Sammy's mom. You must be Rory's mom?"

"Oh yes, yes. So you're the one who found him?" she asked gratefully.

Mrs. Evans shook her head. "Oh no, it was Sammy here who found him. He said he chased off some bullies and wanted to help him find his mommy."

"It looks like he did a very good job. Thank you so much, Sammy!" the woman said. Sammy was grinning with a sense of accomplishment. The woman looked up at Mrs. Evans. "Can I?" she asked, nodding toward the ice cream cart.

Mrs. Evans nodded, smiling at her. "Of course. I think they both earned it."

Rory's mother turned toward the man at the cart and paid for two ice cream cones. The man handed them down to the boys, whose eyes were as wide as their smiles at the tasty treat.

"Mommy, you were right! Clovers are magic! I had mine and it brought Sammy and his mommy!" Rory exclaimed. He held out his clover to Sammy. "Here, Sammy. I want you to have it. We're friends now." Sammy took the small clover from his new friend and gazed at it adoringly. He held on to it with one hand while using the other to eat his cone.

"It looks like we need to set up a play date for these two then," Mrs. Evans suggested. "Rory's free to come over and play with Sammy anytime he wants to."

"The same for Sammy. We'd love to have him come play with Rory," his mother replied. The two women shared smiles with one another, both happy their boys made a new friend.

Ten years later, Sammy would ask Rory to be his boyfriend. Three years after that, he asked Rory to be his husband. And two years after that, they adopted their first child – a little baby boy that just so happened to have one green eye, and one blue eye, and hair the color of sand – a perfect mixture of blonde and brown.