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Brigitte Fitzgerald is hunched over a book on homeopathic remidies when a familiar voice speaks from behind her, words from a time that seemed ages ago. " Hey kid...got a light?" The diminutive brunette stiffens as her eyes widen. No.. no way. He died. He died months ago. Fearing she's lost her mind, she slowly turns her head and peers at the man behind her. Sam. Oh god was it really him? Getting to her feet, the book in her lap drops to the floor as she slowly reaches forward and presses his shoulder with her hand, half expecting her hand to go through him , that Sam was nothing more than a delusion brought on by exhaustion and loniness. What meets her hand is warm and very solid. " Your real." Brigitte breathes, dropping her eyes from him, unable to meet his eyes. " Yeah I'm real. It was a shock for me too believe me. I should be six feet under." Sam says, studying her profile. Brigitte takes a few deep breaths What was he doing here? Is he here to get even with me for nearly getting him killed? He never struck me as the get revenge type but these aren't normal circumstances were they?God I almost hope he is here to kill me.I could deal with that. She thinks, turning from him and grabbing her bag and fishing her lighter then handing it to him then . " I'm glad your OK Sam. It was so hard to leave you there but I was so sure you were gone and I had to get out of there. I was so scared and I had no idea what i was going to do..." She says, her eyes troubled and welling with unshed tears. Jesus, look at her...you can just look at her and see how bad she feels. Knowing her, she probably blames herself for the whole thinks I'm only here to get revenge or something". Sam thinks lighting his cigarette before tucking the lighter back into her hand. " Brigitte, Calm down ok? We'll talk about what happened back in Bailey Downs later. We've got more pressing matters to deal with. I'm here to help. I found a cure. I'm sure by know you know Monkshood was a total bust cure wise but its really good at suppressing the virus. It was all part of a bigger puzzle. Just took a little trail an error, using my own infected ass as a test subject but I nailed it Brigitte. I can cure you." The brunette's eyes widen at his annoncement " What? Really?" Her eyes probe his features and see's none of the traits that she showed. His eyes were rested, his skin looked healthy...He was as handsome as he had ever been. Sam smiles a little as he watches Brigittes eyes scan his face and body " I know last time we tried this is ended...horendously So lets try this one more time Brigitte...let's cure you then let's you and me blow?" Brigitte drops her gaze and chews her lip. It only takes brigitte a few seconds to make up her mind. He had come after her, hunted her down so he could help her. She trusted Sam, trusted him like she had once trusted Ginger. " OK...lets go" Sam had half expected her to tell him no again and is actually a little thrown when she agree's , Sam remains silent as Brigitte grabs her bag then leads the way from the rows of books and out the front door into the cold night air, snow cruching under their shoes. " Don't you have a coat? " He asks, pulling out the keys to the familiar yellow van. Brigitte shakes her head as she moves swiftly towards the passenger side door, her eyes darting around for movement in shadows, for growls on the air but her eyes and ears discover nothing. " Lost the one I had and can't afford a new one." She informs him, sliding into the passenger seat and closing the door. " Were going to want to do this someplace more settled, the cure can be rough and I think in your case it may be worse than mine since you've been infected longer. We'll go to the motel I've bee staying in. I got everything we'll need there. That ok?" Brigitte stiffens slightly when he says motel room, she had been harrassed by more than her fair share of men and it takes her a moment to reminds herself that this is Sam and she has nothing to fear from him like she did other men. They had been alone on more than one occasion and he had never pushed the line. Oddly enough, she kinda figured if she ever wanted anyone to go there with, it would have been Sam but that was back then. She had to have outgrown that crush by now. " Brigitte?" Sam questions, reminding her that she had never answered him " Oh yeah, sorry Sam. That's fine." With a nod of his head, he pulls from the parking lot and heads deeper into town towards the motel.