A/N: I'm back, finally! I've been busy filling out scholarship and college
applications! (And reading other stories!) Anyway, I'm back and ready to
write! Sorry if this chapter seems random, it makes sense to me! Please
R&R!
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"You know, I've been doing some thinking," Sara murmured to Warrick. He sighed and held her close inside the sleeping bag.
"That's not good," he teased. Sara glared at him before smiling.
"Well, actually you're right."
"What were you thinking about?" he asked finally.
"Well, of all the ways we've seen people. . ."
"Dead?" Warrick suggested.
"Yes, I was thinking hypothermia doesn't sound that bad."
"What do you mean? It sounds horrible!" Warrick said.
"Well, I mean. you can be shot, stabbed. Strangled," Sara paused momentarily.
"Drowned, a drug overdose, hit by a car or train, poisoned," Warrick added to the list. "Not to mention all the natural causes of death."
"Death by chocolate," Sara grinned, "I used to think that would be the way to go."
"You wanted someone to poison your M&M's?"
"No, you know what I meant. And no one poisoned him. It was just the lead in the-" Warrick cut her off.
"I know."
"Anyway, when you think about it, hypothermia would be just like falling asleep," Sara sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Warrick thought about this for a moment before hugging her closer. After a minute her breathing became slow and regular.
"Sara?" He shook her, trying to wake her up.
"Hmm?" she mumbled softly, the drowsiness consuming her.
"Wake up!"
"I'm tired."
"Wake up now! Please," he begged.
"Fine! I'm awake, what do you want?" Sara turned and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Come on, talk to me."
"'Bout what?" Sara snuggled closer to him and buried her head in his chest.
"About anything. Just talk. Stay awake."
"I don't know what to talk about."
"What's with the fishes?"
"What fishes?" Sara looked up, confused.
"When I got to your house, you were watching a cartoon."
"Oh, well, I just liked that movie. You've never watched a cartoon?"
"Not lately. I thought you were watching porn or something good like that," Warrick grinned.
"You would think that. I've never watched porn!"
"So you watch talking fishes, but you don't watch-" Sara cut him off.
"I'm not having this discussion with you!" Sara said.
"Fine. What's in your CD player right now?" Warrick asked.
"I'm not talking about that, either."
"Answer the question."
"112," Sara mumbled.
"You don't exactly seem like the kind of person to enjoy 112. I pictured you as more of a Kenny G. person." Warrick said.
"I can listen to whatever I want!" Sara said defensively.
"Okay, fine. they've got some good music."
"I know."
Warrick grinned as he began to sing the lyrics to a song softly. Sara recognized it immediately.
"In the shower, both of our bodies dripping wet, On the patio, we can make a night you won't forget, on the bedroom floor as I softly pull your hair, we can make love anywhere."
"Nice." Sara said quietly, "Good song."
"Uh-huh." Warrick grinned, "Speaking of anywhere."
"No."
"You don't know what I was going to say!"
"Yes, I do!" Sara said, Warrick shook his head.
"And people say I have a one-track mind."
"Can I go to sleep now?" Sara asked. "You can wake me up if I look like I'm dying, 'kay?"
Warrick laughed, "Okay. Fine." Warrick pulled her close, and watched as she closed her eyes. He carefully pushed a strand of hair from her face. Warrick watched and within minutes she was sleeping soundly.
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A/N: Sorry if that was horrible. The song is called 'Anywhere' but I'm not 100% sure if it's really by 112. That's just what sounded right at the time. Sorry if I messed up the lyrics, I couldn't find them on lyrics.com, and I don't have a CD with that song! If someone sends me the right info, I'll re post!!!
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"You know, I've been doing some thinking," Sara murmured to Warrick. He sighed and held her close inside the sleeping bag.
"That's not good," he teased. Sara glared at him before smiling.
"Well, actually you're right."
"What were you thinking about?" he asked finally.
"Well, of all the ways we've seen people. . ."
"Dead?" Warrick suggested.
"Yes, I was thinking hypothermia doesn't sound that bad."
"What do you mean? It sounds horrible!" Warrick said.
"Well, I mean. you can be shot, stabbed. Strangled," Sara paused momentarily.
"Drowned, a drug overdose, hit by a car or train, poisoned," Warrick added to the list. "Not to mention all the natural causes of death."
"Death by chocolate," Sara grinned, "I used to think that would be the way to go."
"You wanted someone to poison your M&M's?"
"No, you know what I meant. And no one poisoned him. It was just the lead in the-" Warrick cut her off.
"I know."
"Anyway, when you think about it, hypothermia would be just like falling asleep," Sara sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Warrick thought about this for a moment before hugging her closer. After a minute her breathing became slow and regular.
"Sara?" He shook her, trying to wake her up.
"Hmm?" she mumbled softly, the drowsiness consuming her.
"Wake up!"
"I'm tired."
"Wake up now! Please," he begged.
"Fine! I'm awake, what do you want?" Sara turned and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Come on, talk to me."
"'Bout what?" Sara snuggled closer to him and buried her head in his chest.
"About anything. Just talk. Stay awake."
"I don't know what to talk about."
"What's with the fishes?"
"What fishes?" Sara looked up, confused.
"When I got to your house, you were watching a cartoon."
"Oh, well, I just liked that movie. You've never watched a cartoon?"
"Not lately. I thought you were watching porn or something good like that," Warrick grinned.
"You would think that. I've never watched porn!"
"So you watch talking fishes, but you don't watch-" Sara cut him off.
"I'm not having this discussion with you!" Sara said.
"Fine. What's in your CD player right now?" Warrick asked.
"I'm not talking about that, either."
"Answer the question."
"112," Sara mumbled.
"You don't exactly seem like the kind of person to enjoy 112. I pictured you as more of a Kenny G. person." Warrick said.
"I can listen to whatever I want!" Sara said defensively.
"Okay, fine. they've got some good music."
"I know."
Warrick grinned as he began to sing the lyrics to a song softly. Sara recognized it immediately.
"In the shower, both of our bodies dripping wet, On the patio, we can make a night you won't forget, on the bedroom floor as I softly pull your hair, we can make love anywhere."
"Nice." Sara said quietly, "Good song."
"Uh-huh." Warrick grinned, "Speaking of anywhere."
"No."
"You don't know what I was going to say!"
"Yes, I do!" Sara said, Warrick shook his head.
"And people say I have a one-track mind."
"Can I go to sleep now?" Sara asked. "You can wake me up if I look like I'm dying, 'kay?"
Warrick laughed, "Okay. Fine." Warrick pulled her close, and watched as she closed her eyes. He carefully pushed a strand of hair from her face. Warrick watched and within minutes she was sleeping soundly.
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A/N: Sorry if that was horrible. The song is called 'Anywhere' but I'm not 100% sure if it's really by 112. That's just what sounded right at the time. Sorry if I messed up the lyrics, I couldn't find them on lyrics.com, and I don't have a CD with that song! If someone sends me the right info, I'll re post!!!
