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Warnings: Some slash. Not really explicit.

Word count: 5,084

AN: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

Chapter 15: Ronin like us

Swimming in sunshine, reflecting in soft pools as he stared at the light below him. He tried to touch it, arm straining and this is what woke him up. Bright foliage. Sunlight streaming through trees. Soft summer green trees. Frowning Sam sat up, back scraping against bark. Rubbing his eyes, he pressed up against the tree. Looking around, he saw they were in the same place as before, Isabelle and Gabriel on either side of him. Both were still out. Isabelle was breathing in shallow pants. Sam checked her pulse, eyes widening at the stuttering right after a flare up of racing.

Sam turned to Gabriel, shaking him. The archangel's shoulders firm underneath his hands. Sam squeezed a bit, digging his nails into Gabriel's jacket. Gabriel stirred, eyelids fluttering until he squinted back at Sam, tilting his head as he did so. Sam released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Sam?" He slurred. "Where are we?"

"I was hoping you could tell me."

Sam rubbed his eyes. The trees were thick and tall with lush leaves and gleaming bark. Bird song echoed and there was a strange undertone, too musical to be a bird. Pipes. Pipes were playing in the distance. Sam adjusted himself, sitting up straighter. They rested in a tiny patch of clearing within woods. About a couple hundred yards away appeared to be a path, almost like a trail head. They were alone and whatever songs he heard were faint enough that they were of no imminent notice. Sam glanced back at Isabelle. The blackness of her hair threw her paleness in sharp relief. She had deep bruises underneath her eyes and thin sheen of sweat on her skin.

"The country of eternal summer. The land of Faerie. That's where we are." Gabriel said.

Sam paused. "Wait, Faerieland? Again?"

"Again?" Gabriel quirked an eyebrow. "Haven't heard that adventure."

"I'll tell you over drinks sometime." Sam said, looking over at Isabelle. "Ok, you need to get to healing."

Gabriel shrugged. "The state I'm in, I'm liable to fry her brain."

"We gotta move her at least."

Gabriel used his hands brace against the bark, legs shaking as he tried to stand. He faltered and Sam reached his hands out, but Gabriel stood up on his own. He kept his palm on the tree. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. He let out a breath. Gabriel drew his hands back and wobbled for a minute. Sam kept his eyes on the archangel as he bent down to Isabelle with deliberate slowness. Sam followed suit, grabbing Isabelle's shoulders with one hand and the other getting up from underneath her back to brace her. Gabriel tucked his elbows in around her knees and his other hand pressing her lower back. Isabelle's eyelids fluttered.

"On three." Sam said.

A quick count and they hefted her up. The moment her feet hovered above the grass, her eyes shot open and she screamed. Sam jumped and almost dropped Isabelle. He fumbled with her, arms shaking as she began to thrash.

"Hey hey hey, it's Sam."

Isabelle's eyes rolled up until only the whites were visible. She began to truly seize, limbs shaking and flailing as her throat made a strangled gurgling. Her screams spiraled up to the trees, birds taking to the air with frantic wing beats. Birds of all sizes and color flew up in frenzy. A peacock pattered toucan flashed by, feathers billowing as it hurried upwards. Plumage fluttered down around them as Isabelle continued to scream. A long winding cry as she didn't pause for air. Isabelle choked, flecks of foam at her lips.

"Isabelle!"

She continued to choke, cutting off into hacking coughs. Isabelle went limp in Sam's arms. He staggered at the suddenness of all her weight in his arms. Gabriel's huff as he too buckled, sounded very close to Sam's ears. Isabelle wheezed and then her breathing settled into a regular but more labored rhythm. Eyelids stayed cracked at half-mast, whites still gleaming back up. Sam and Gabriel set her back down against the tree. They disentangled themselves from her as her head lolled to the side.

"So what now?" Sam asked.

"Get the hell outta dodge." Gabriel said.

Sam frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes up. He sighed.

"There's no way we can do that with Isabelle being the way she is. How'd that happen by the way?"

"Twinkie binge?"

Sam scowled and Gabriel gave a little shrug. Sam leaned against the tree. Something dug into his pocket and he frowned, shifting around until he pulled whatever it was out from his jeans. It was his cellphone, cracked in half. He snorted and let it fall to the ground.

"What now?" he asked, more to himself than anything else.

"We gotta get outta here." Gabriel said.

"Again, how?" Sam said. "We can't move Isabelle and we sure as hell can't leave her here while we look for an exit. You can't zap us out of here right now. It's amazing you even got us here at all-"

"Tell me about it. We're lucky Luci dropped his guard long enough for me to zap us anywhere. Now we're stuck in probably one of the most dangerous of places-"

"Tell me about it." Sam groaned. "I just hope it isn't the same queen as before. Or are there more than one?"

"Oh, there's more than one." At Sam's groan he added, "Not that that helps any."

"Didn't think it would. Ok, you stay here, keep an eye on Isabelle while I find a way out."

"Wait, you're leaving me with her?"

Sam eyed him with a glare. "Yeah. You're an archangel. Tired or not, you'll be able to defend her."

"True, but you're susceptible to glamour. If you've been here before than you know that ain't pretty."

"I'll just have to chance it."

"I ain't as much of a gamblin' man as you think, Winchester."

Sam snorted. "Whatever. I'll be back as soon as I can."

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Sam headed in the direction of the music. He had only Gabriel's blade, which the archangel had practically thrown at him. He kept it tight in his fist, its weight surprisingly pleasant and its handle warm. The path beneath his feet was hard packed but it twisted and curved. He ducked to avoid the branches that whipped out at his eyes.

Sam craned his head this way and that. He had to admit, the place was pretty. The sunlight a soft and hazy shimmer against deep greens and bright flowers. The path twisted again and Sam stumbled. Cries of revelers echoed and despite how close it sounded, he couldn't find anyone. He frowned. The path didn't seem to be leading anywhere and just as he was about to step off it, a woman covered in vines careened into him. Sam leapt back before she could use him steady herself. She blinked up at him in surprise. Yellow eyes peered up to his meet his own green. She smiled. Sam couldn't see lips from behind all of the ivy around her neck, but he was certain that she was.

"Are you lost?"

Sam found himself nodding against his will. He winced. She stepped forward, almost a pirouette and he stopped himself from moving back. The handle of the blade clenched tighter and he willed his hand to be steady. Vines rustled about her hair and a strange crooning sound emerged from the leaves. He blinked as if cold water had been splashed in his eyes, suddenly stinging. His surroundings felt sharper now and when he looked down at her yellow eyes he shuddered.

Sam forced himself to appear relaxed. Her green skin had a gleam to it that wasn't sweat, but she was getting close enough that Sam could easily be proven wrong. Her bare feet were remarkably small, dirt flecking at the toes. Tiny hands snaked out from beneath the thick vegetation and white spots dotted from the tips of her fingers to her wrists. She stood up on her tip toes to reach him, mouth open and her mouth was a sucker full of needles. Sam raised the knife high as he tugged a handful of vines revealing more beneath. She shrieked before he could cut her, the sound twisting inside his ears and he dropped her vines to clutch at his ears. Sam kept the blade raised, staggering as her mouth snapped shut and the terrible screech cut itself off. The leer in her voice made him dizzy.

"Rude creature." It laughed. "Trying to ravish me are you?"

Sam choked, sudden bile in his throat. "Naturally." He croaked.

He shifted his stance and angled the blade. The trees behind him shuddered and he whipped his head around to see more fae emerge. A fat black furred creature with a duck bill and thick claws, a spindly spider –like man that mewled as he walked. He carried a wooden cage with what looked like some type of sprites fluttering inside. Another one of what Sam assumed was female. She had violet skin and multiple arms. Each limb jangled with a piece of jewelry that shimmered in the light. When she smiled, her mouth stretched to her jawbones. Sam swallowed convulsively. He flinched at the ghost-flutter of something on his skin. Vines wrapped along his arms.

"You shouldn't tease a maiden like that."

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Gabriel flicked a stray grasshopper off his elbow, humming as he peered about the clearing. Isabelle murmured and at first Gabriel was content to ignore it until her sounds started to form actual words.

"Hm? Speak up."

Isabelle turned to Gabriel. Her eyes were open but far from clear and her voice slurred as she spoke.

"Alec? Alec, can you find Max for me? I need him."

Gabriel tutted. "Ah damn it sweetheart. That just ain't gonna happen."

Isabelle frowned, the expression taking so long; she didn't keep it for long before her face went slack again. Her cheeks puffed with air and foamy spit. Gabriel pulled a face as the wetness splashed against the bark. Isabelle wheezed again, a faint tinge of blue to her face. Gabriel debated about what to do but Isabelle hacked for a moment, breathing somewhat returned to normal.

"Noooooooo." She moaned. "I need him, Alec….gimme Alec He's you and Jace is…"

She murmured, words strung together until they became gibberish once more. Gabriel sighed. His wings itched and he shifted against the bark of the tree. A shrill pitch of laughter came from somewhere on his left in the distance. He suppressed the snarl that threatened to leave his throat. The limbs that he had borrowed for so long that he now considered his trembled with the strain on their fixed position. Isabelle's presence pinned him like a butterfly to a cork board.

"Dammit kiddo, hurry up."

Isabelle groaned. A deep rattle that sounded like it had come from the lowest depths of her stomach. It whirled up from her chest with a frothy gurgle. Her skin became a shade paler than ash as she began to chant out names rapidly. Gabriel could make out the name Max before the syllables became mangled. Blood dribbled out from her nose. It was bright on her nose and lips. Gabriel whistled.

"Well shit."

His head twisted, cocking to the left before the sound could catch up. The foliage rustled, scattering beams of light. One in particular scattered to the side and Gabriel was reminded of a kaleidoscope. He snorted.

"Look, you gonna come out of what? I'm not in the mood for games."

The branches shuddered harder as a fae pushed past them, armored bark gleaming. The pointed features cut through the cascading dark hair. Gabriel sneered. The burnt color of the eyes shined for a moment as the eyes themselves widened for and then settled. He studied them and Gabriel lifted his chin. He took a long stare at Gabriel, lips pressed into a thin line. He gave haughty turn of his head to regard Gabriel's companion. A spark of recognition flared up. Gabriel quirked an eyebrow.

"See a familiar face?"

The fae took his time before speaking. When he did, his voice was a deep melodious tenor. Gabriel scowled briefly, stamping down the urge to cover his ears.

"Indeed if this be Isabelle Lightwood."

"Indeed it be. Sharp eyes there Legolas."

The fae frowned. His fingers twitched for the long piece of bark that was belted at his waist. Gabriel put on his best 'give no fucks' face.

"Well I gotta call ya something if you're gonna be so shy."

"Have a care how you address me, creature. This is no place to play at."

Gabriel bit back the growl in his throat, wings flaring up. The leaves shivered above him and fruit from the adjacent trees fell to the ground with soft thumps. Cracks appeared in the fae's armor. He stumbled back in surprise, only to look up at Gabriel in shock. His slim fingers encircled his weapon. If Gabriel had been an actual trickster he would have been nervous. As it was he gave a brief smirk to put a real trickster to shame.

"And here I thought this was a party."

The fae inclined his head, black hair spilling down his shoulders. His hands moved back down to his sides. Beside Gabriel, Isabelle choked, head bobbing up and down and her eyes went wide. Gabriel frowned; she was trying to move around, but she was blinking too rapidly to get a sense of direction. She swayed; an odd sobbing ripping out of her throat as her breath came in swooping inhales from her nose. Isabelle fell back to the ground with a moan. The fae eyed her with a look that Gabriel didn't want to decipher.

"Look, you want her to die or not?"

The fae snapped his head back at Gabriel, who gave another smile. He seemed to be weighing something and moved to their side with a deliberate slowness. He put two fingers to the pulse at Isabelle's throat. She flinched at the touch, a bruise beginning to bloom along the vein. More blood gushed from her nose. Her eyes were wide now, dark irises darting like ping pong balls. He removed his fingers but stayed crouched as he addressed Gabriel.

"She has been poisoned. By what, I cannot say." He frowned. "I believe my queen would hold the answers, but she is not beholden to give them."

"I'm sure we can work something out."

He nodded and Gabriel clapped his hand on the fae's shoulder. The armor at the joint cracked, roots showing where the pieces had been stitched together. The earthy smell the bark released was old but it was worth it to see the way the fae man flinch and turn pale. He nodded to himself as the two bent down to pick up Isabelle. At their touch she screamed. Gabriel smirked at the brief but unguarded alarm on the other man's face, even as he almost flung Isabelle away from him. Gabriel tightened his hold on Isabelle. Tight lines appeared on her face and neck as though the blood vessels beneath the skin were struck by lightning. Her lips quivered.

Together the two shuffled along to the path. Isabelle's agonized cries drowned out the revelers pipes and harps. The sunlight hit her face, revealing the bloodshot eyes as the leaves made pretty shadow patterns all along her face. Tears streamed down her face as she began to babble in Latin. He studied her face. He pictured the way the decades would march across her face if she managed to live through this encounter. Gabriel could imagine how motherhood might look like on her. A sharp burst of laughter down the bend made Gabriel look up sharply.

The fae man paid it no mind as they took the turn but Gabriel kept his wings up as they maneuvered past. However Gabriel stopped. A small group of fairies clustered around a man. A man that Gabriel knew to be Sam. He would have face-palmed if not for the fact that he was carrying Isabelle.

Sam sat in the center of the ring of fairies. A violet skinned woman with four arms was braiding Sam's hair, plucking flowers from the ground and weaving it into a flower crown. Her zipper-like smile was fixed in place as white sprays of flowers adorned Sam. A spindly spider man was prodding at a wicker cage. He opened the small door. Sprites fluttered to Sam, nibbling on his fingers. Sam laughed and waved his fingers at them, ignoring the way they drew blood. An ivy woman was stroking the denim of his jeans, green leaves rucking up his shirt to get at the revealed hipbones. A portly furred pookah dangled a piece of fruit above Sam. Sam was eyeing the huge globes of dark fruit with obvious interest. He started like an eager puppy, wriggling as he stared upwards. Whenever he laughed, it came out as a drunken croon.

This time Gabriel did growl, a small haze of heat around him whenever his wings vibrated. He tried to set Isabelle to the ground as gently as possible. The creatures did not notice his approach, so involved with their new toy. The gleam of an archangel's blade caught his eye. It had been discarded in the dirt a few feet away from Sam, as if flung from over a shoulder. Gabriel picked up the blade and dusting it off then strode over to them.

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Sam giggled; the fuzzy sensation didn't lessen when he moved. Strange hands stroked him but he didn't mind. It was a pleasant feeling-especially since he was trying to figure out what the word to what he was feeling was. He leaned back, swaying before he caught himself from flopping back into the dirt. Sam giggled harder. Punch-drunk that was it. Punch drunk, drunk-as-punch-moonstruck drunk. Drunk on the moon. He leaned into the touch of the woman who had the vines. She must never have seen flannel before, because she kept tugging at his shirt. He was about to take it off to show her when a crunch of grass made him look up. That and the smell of burnt toast. No wait, not quite toast, but something else burn-y. Smelled kinda good.

"Gabriel."

He smiled. From this angle the archangel looked tall. Huh, surprisingly impressive. Even more impressive was the serious-face he was making. Sam wasn't sure if he had seen serious-face Gabriel before and was trying to recall so when the man spoke.

"Time to go Sammy."

Sam squinted. Huh. "Wow…you're bossy…and short-" He broke off into yet another fit of giggles.

The violet woman stroked Sam's hair, giving him scalp-tinglies and he gave a slow little wiggle. He tried to make a sweeping gesture behind him, as if to say, 'these are my friends', but his hands just flopped after a few moments and he shrugged. He opened his mouth to explain this but all that came out was a small burp. His friends laughed; they made the prettiest sounds. He flushed, feeling his grin go wide as the Ivy woman crooned. He looked back at Gabriel. Sam tilted his head at the expression on his face. Like thunder-it went well with the burnt smell coming off him.

'It suits him. Huh, I should tell him that. Wonder what else he smells like.'

He was about to ask when he noticed that Gabriel was holding his sword. Sam shivered, opening his mouth over and over like a fish. As the archangel got closer, Sam shrank down. Gabriel wasn't looking at him and Sam twisted to see the faerie friends had scattered back a few paces as Gabriel got close. Sam frowned. Gabriel fixed the faeries with a look and then bent down to Sam's level.

Sam swallowed quickly. He never realized that Gabriel had mud-river eyes. Gold and green and brown all at the same time. He's about to say so when Gabriel kisses him. Soft-deft lips are pressing into his and Sam opens his mouth. He shivers. Gabriel runs fingers through Sam's hair and it takes a minute for Sam to recognize that all his flowers are being taken out. Gabriel gives a little tug and Sam gives a little mewl. A tiny jolt goes through his scalp and he gives a little kick. Gabriel is still leaning down, only his lips and hands touching Sam while the rest of him stays stock still. Which is not good enough in Sam's opinion.

Sam leans forward, back aching a little as he strains to press his mouth harder on the angel's. Sam's knees are bent at an awkward angle; too tall to be crouching to a shorter man who is only taller by the way he is sitting. He tumbles into Gabriel, into open mouthed kisses. Sam gives a moan and then it's a sudden press of Gabriel. The angel kissing back just as furiously as he is. Gabriel's tongue sweeps into his mouth and Sam trembles like his whole world has collapsed. Firecrackers popping off in his chest and lower abdomen curling in a familiar way. Sam gives a slow shuddery breath through his nose. He knows his eyes are half lidded and sleepy looking.

Gabriel tastes like burned sugar and something smoky too, like something dredged up from somewhere deep. A citrus-y tang dripping on his teeth. It suits him. Sam tries to get at Gabriel's tongue. Gabriel pushes Sam into the tree and Sam gives a little gasp. Sam finds Gabriel's jaw, the barest hint of peach fuzz reminds him of-of-his thoughts get tangled and he works his way up to the man's hair. Softer than he pictured and he plays with it before grabbing Gabriel's shoulders. His grip must have been stronger than he thought because Gabriel moans loudly into Sam's mouth.

Gabriel suddenly pulls back, gasping-no hyperventilating. Pupils blown wide beneath the rapid, hummingbird flutters of his eyelids. His lips are parted, still slick with Sam. They are bruised, plump like he's been licking salt. He sways forward, hair brushing Sam's shoulders. Sam stares, every strand is lit up. It's a pale gold-blondes and reds and-his vision feels sharper than usual. He blinks. Wait-

"Ooookay, we gotta focus Sammy."

Sam whips his head back to Gabriel. It was the shuddery, cautious tone that made him look back to the archangel. When he met Gabriel's eyes, he swallowed. His heart fluttered high up to his nose. Gabriel pressed his lips to Sam, this time in a chaste, slightly parted way. Sam closed his eyes as another fluttery firm kiss came to him and he pursed his lips to respond just as Gabriel pulled away.

Gabriel pulled back slowly and Sam had to prevent himself from following. As Gabriel leaned back, the heat on Sam's face came seconds before the realization. Then the slow dawning comprehension that for the last few moments of the kiss, he had regained awareness and that he didn't mind those lips in the slightest. He knew he was gaping at Gabriel as the archangel gave him a smile he couldn't quite place. Sunlight was filtering down onto him and Sam felt himself flush all over. Gabriel extended a hand to him and how Sam managed to take it, he wasn't sure.

"You good?" he asked.

All Sam could do was nod, unable to trust himself to speak. Gabriel clapped him on the shoulder.

"Good, cuz we gotta bail-"

Sam didn't wait to hear the rest, striding past him to see Isabelle on the ground and helping a fae knight-Meliorn if he remembers right-pick her up.

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Pain. A jolt that sends her spine rocketing-it's literally shot out of her body, but she can't go limp or die. Her eyes follow the dancing patterns of the shade on the leaves. They turn to claws that jump down to her and she screams. The logs carting her around tighten until they turn to whips. She gasping-no more cuts or tears please and her teeth chatter. She spits out pennies and they clatter to the floor. No matter how she cries out the pennies never leave her be. She needs her brothers to make it stop. Every move is torture, sharp pain pain pain when she tries. She feels her lungs deflate There is a buzzing in ears before she's set down on the ground and can breathe again.

A gasp so loud-head finally hitting air. A sea of green. Green and gold and red. So much red string, no hair. She can barely turn her head, but the voice that wafts out is as familiar as bile. She gags and for some reason the world snaps into focus.

"Lake Lyn. She must have fallen in-"

"Yeah sure we'll go with that."

"Can you-"

High laugh and she flinches. Breath in short pants, too quick for in and out. A huge hand descends on her, squeezing in gentle semi-circles. Yes, is that Alec?

"I implore you-"

A bright flash of light and then shouts. Applause. Who's on stage? Another shoulder squeeze. Air wrenched out of her. No wait, she needs that. Her eyes turn for her and she sees, so clear and sharp-a golden feather. She squints-are those scars? They do nothing to lessen the shine-

"Here, how bout' you take this instead."

"Very well, I-"

A finger snap or a thunder clap? Her ears rings, pennies pouring out of them. A shadow rips itself free from the ground and walks toward her. She screams, unable to move. Heavy weights are pinning her to the earth; so she's going to take the shadow's place? Her jaws ache and she drowns. It's all she knows until she's dragged into the inky waters.

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A small grunt and she already knows that it's her making the noise. Isabelle doesn't bother trying to sit up yet, she just turns her head. Isabelle is just in time to see the faerie queen admire a golden feather. It doesn't quite reflect the shine in her eyes but it's enough that Isabelle feels her face work into a grimace. The queen wheels around to face her audience. A smile on her face.

"Beholden the truth, straight from the angels-Clave and Covenant are no more!"

A cheer rises up and Isabelle feels something inside her clench. It takes all she has to breathe, slow and deep through her nose. Her teeth are still clenched and unable to unscrew themselves from their fixed points. Blood welled in her palms, squinching in between her curled fingers. It's nice and warm outside of her body. She shivers.

"That isn't a cause for celebration-my lady"

Sam's voice. The hesitant tone is marred by the truth. The queen stops mid-laugh.

"Prey tell why?"

"Because the laws that bound you also protected you. Now it's an even playing field."

The queen huffed, a strand of red hair falling in her face. She blew the strand away from her. Isabelle flinched at the gesture. She fixed the three with what Isabelle figured must be an indolent look.

"As you say." She gave a little breathy laugh full of mockery. "Even field indeed. You may go; I've grown bored of your antics. Meliorn escort them out."

Meliorn led them out of the orchard where the queen lounged with her courtiers. Isabelle was the last to rise, taking slow and measured steps. They left the music behind, and Isabelle no longer felt the need to plug her ears. Her feet stomped at the hard packed ground, the grass now looking soft as sponge cake and Isabelle's lip curled. Meliorn led them all the way to the edges of the woods to a small grainy shore.

A small crystalline paddle boat was idling. It may not have been tied to anything, but it didn't drift away. Meliorn made a sort of shooing motion at them before giving a shallow bow.

"It will take you to shore." He intoned.

"Stay classy." Gabriel said as he hopped into the boat. "Shake a leg Sammy."

"It's Sam."

Isabelle turned away from Meliorn, not looking behind her as she slid into the boat. As soon as her bottom touched the boat she shivered. It was made out of ice. Once they were all sitting the boat moved of its own accord, water sloshing at the sides. Isabelle didn't bother to watch the shore shrink behind her, instead looking down into the water. Scales glimmered as hair floated past. When she spoke, her voice sounded far away from her ears. As if she was underwater herself.

"Hey boys don't put anything in the water. There are mermaids down there."

"Yeesh." Gabriel said. "Forgot about those carnivorous little buggers."

Sam made a noise of noncommittal disgust.

Isabelle looked up at that, suddenly disinterested in the water. It only took about half an hour to notice that Sam wasn't looking Gabriel in the eye. She shrugged and waited until they reached the shore. The boat turned and left the moment they stepped out of it.

It had dropped them off on the outskirts of a town; Isabelle wasn't too sure where, but Gabriel's bemused cry of 'Jersey' was all she needed to know. They walked until a parking lot greeted them. It was behind a store front and few cars were in the lot. The sun was rising, hitting the windows of the cars. As she stood in the middle of the asphalt, Sam and Gabriel looked to be a heated discussion. Or at the very least Sam was, with Gabriel shrugging his shoulders with a slight leer on his face. Same turned away from him and went to a car. He jimmied it open. Gabriel walked over to her and tugged on her arm.

"C'om on, Jersey blows, we need to leave before I melt."

Isabelle shrugged, following him. She slid into the passenger seat. From the front she could hear Gabriel chirrup.

"So what's the plan, Sammy?"

"Sam. We're going to Bobby's. If anyone can throw a game plan together it's him."

They pulled out of the parking lot and barreled down the road.

"Say kiddo-"

Isabelle drown out the rest of the words, not catching the way Sam angled the rear view mirror to give her a glance. She leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes.

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TBC…