AD10
Disclaimer: Soooo not mine. Damnit!
Author's note: I am still using a loaner pc while I wait for Western Digital to send my replacement hard drive. Thanks to Angharad for loading it for me from hers.
Danny and Sarah carried the trash bags in to his apartment building. They had both fallen back into introspective silence. Neither seemed inclined to break it until they reached the door to Danny's apartment.
"Would you come in with me and help me sort through this? I would like to salvage whatever I can." Danny set one of the bags down to pull his keys out of his pocket.
"Are you sure you want me to? I saw letters and pictures as well as clothes. You might want to go through those yourself." Sarah hesitated. It had looked to her like there were some intensely private things in those bags.
"What could possibly be in there that you don't already know about me?" Danny asked calmly as he unlocked the door.
"I don't know. Hell, Jimmy Hoffa could be in one of these bags. This one's heavy enough." Sarah grunted as she hauled her load into the kitchen.
Danny opened the first bag while Sarah dragged the trashcan over. "Hmm, good idea. Could you grab the laundry basket while you're at it? There's clothes in here, and I believe some of them can be saved with a little pretreating and immediate washing."
Sarah nodded and headed toward Danny's bedroom. He kept the basket behind the door. She dumped the laundry already in it on the floor, no need to potentially stain these clothes by washing them with the others. She bounced the empty basket on her leg as she walked back down to the kitchen.
Danny had cleared the kitchen table, and had his pair of Kevlar lined leather search gloves on. He was sorting through the bag with the pictures, tossing the broken glass from the frames into an empty Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket. Sarah remembered picking up the chicken on her way over for a study session two nights ago. How different the world could become in two short days…
"Would you start on the clothes? I only have one pair of gloves, and I wouldn't want you to get cut on the glass." Danny said without looking up from his task.
"Sure thing Danny." Sarah set the basket down and proceeded to lift clothes out of the bag. She took one look at the handful of shirts and set it back down. "Where do you keep the pretreater?"
"Umn, there should be a bottle of Simple Green under the sink. It gets out anything organic. Try that." Danny replied.
"Ok." Sarah opened the cabinet and found it behind the dishwashing soap. She soon had a rhythm going. Take out the article of clothing, shake it over the sink, pretreat anything she saw, and throw it in the basket. In less time than she thought she had finished. A quick check of the other bags told her this was all the clothes, "I'm taking these down to the laundry room. Be right back."
"Quarters are on the dresser." Danny said distractedly. He was staring at a picture he had recovered from the bag.
"I know. See you in a few." Sarah said, looking at Danny for a moment. The picture was of Jeni and Danny. They were laughing into the camera and there was a Christmas tree in the background. Should she leave him? She settled for pausing at his side and touching his shoulder.
Danny reached up and touched her hand in acknowledgement, then went back to sorting the bag.
Sarah picked up the basket, stopped for the quarters, and headed down to the laundry room.
Disclaimer: Soooo not mine. Damnit!
Author's note: I am still using a loaner pc while I wait for Western Digital to send my replacement hard drive. Thanks to Angharad for loading it for me from hers.
Danny and Sarah carried the trash bags in to his apartment building. They had both fallen back into introspective silence. Neither seemed inclined to break it until they reached the door to Danny's apartment.
"Would you come in with me and help me sort through this? I would like to salvage whatever I can." Danny set one of the bags down to pull his keys out of his pocket.
"Are you sure you want me to? I saw letters and pictures as well as clothes. You might want to go through those yourself." Sarah hesitated. It had looked to her like there were some intensely private things in those bags.
"What could possibly be in there that you don't already know about me?" Danny asked calmly as he unlocked the door.
"I don't know. Hell, Jimmy Hoffa could be in one of these bags. This one's heavy enough." Sarah grunted as she hauled her load into the kitchen.
Danny opened the first bag while Sarah dragged the trashcan over. "Hmm, good idea. Could you grab the laundry basket while you're at it? There's clothes in here, and I believe some of them can be saved with a little pretreating and immediate washing."
Sarah nodded and headed toward Danny's bedroom. He kept the basket behind the door. She dumped the laundry already in it on the floor, no need to potentially stain these clothes by washing them with the others. She bounced the empty basket on her leg as she walked back down to the kitchen.
Danny had cleared the kitchen table, and had his pair of Kevlar lined leather search gloves on. He was sorting through the bag with the pictures, tossing the broken glass from the frames into an empty Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket. Sarah remembered picking up the chicken on her way over for a study session two nights ago. How different the world could become in two short days…
"Would you start on the clothes? I only have one pair of gloves, and I wouldn't want you to get cut on the glass." Danny said without looking up from his task.
"Sure thing Danny." Sarah set the basket down and proceeded to lift clothes out of the bag. She took one look at the handful of shirts and set it back down. "Where do you keep the pretreater?"
"Umn, there should be a bottle of Simple Green under the sink. It gets out anything organic. Try that." Danny replied.
"Ok." Sarah opened the cabinet and found it behind the dishwashing soap. She soon had a rhythm going. Take out the article of clothing, shake it over the sink, pretreat anything she saw, and throw it in the basket. In less time than she thought she had finished. A quick check of the other bags told her this was all the clothes, "I'm taking these down to the laundry room. Be right back."
"Quarters are on the dresser." Danny said distractedly. He was staring at a picture he had recovered from the bag.
"I know. See you in a few." Sarah said, looking at Danny for a moment. The picture was of Jeni and Danny. They were laughing into the camera and there was a Christmas tree in the background. Should she leave him? She settled for pausing at his side and touching his shoulder.
Danny reached up and touched her hand in acknowledgement, then went back to sorting the bag.
Sarah picked up the basket, stopped for the quarters, and headed down to the laundry room.