Miranda dodged his shots easily. She looked almost bored as he swung at her again. She caught his hand, curling her fingers around it. She threw him to the side, and he pitched off the roof. Damn she was strong. Sam caught himself in the air, flipping and flying at her. Miranda rolled her turquoise eyes, and dropped to her back, punching him in the stomach as he flew over her. He fired blasts of white hot energy at her, but she danced between them. He fired again, and followed it. Sam managed to clip her on her shoulder, and a chain was jerked from under her collar. It looked dreadfully familiar, but then again, everything about her did. The bored look on her face, the way she moved, everything gave off an aura of familiarity. It was like a knife to the heart.

Sam lunged again, shooting at her at super sonic speeds, but she stopped him short with just her hand. When he was two feet from her, she shot her hand out, hitting her palm on the middle of his helmet. He shuddered from the impact, but she didn't even flinch. Her fingers curled around the edges, and she yanked the helmet off his head. Powerless, he glared up at her. Miranda knelt down in front of him.

"Sam."

"Don't. Don't even try. It's useless now." His jaw hurt from clenching his teeth together.

"I think you should know something."

"Oh, there are lots of things I should know, but none of them from you, creep."

"I didn't kill her."

"Liar!" Miranda just shook her head, pulling the chain to reveal the shell at the bottom.

"If I had killed her, why keep evidence that I was there?" Sam could feel tears burning the back of his eyes.

"I don't want to hear this, creep!" He yelled. Miranda stood, and threw his helmet across the roof.

"Creep, huh? You're the one who followed me."

"To kill you," Sam spat.

"Kill me? You've gotten better Sam, but you could never beat me in a fight. Not then, not now."

"Yeah? What makes you so sure?" Miranda just looked at him, smirking slightly. Sam hated it, but he knew she was right.

"See you, Sam." She jumped off the edge of the roof, and Sam ran to it, looking down desperately. He couldn't help it; he still loved her, deep down. Under all the negative emotions he had accumulated over the years, under his anger, fear, and sadness, there was love, and the faint imprint of happiness from long buried memories.

Sam walked to where his helmet lay, and pulled it on. Soaring through the sky, he shot toward the Helicarier. Landing on the metal hull, he dropped through the hatch. Soon he was rummaging through the fridge, trying to find something to eat you. After a time, he found a jar of pickles and a tub of Nutella. Flopping down on the couch in the break room, he flipped through the channels to find something to watch. He soon settled on the nature channel. Scooping Nutella out of the jar with his pickles, he watched a documentary on the life of birds. It wasn't until he found himself out of pickles and Nutella he remembered it was chore week.

Groaning, he fished the mop out of a nearby closet and set to cleaning the kitchen. He managed to finish his chores before the others, thanks to the help of his cosmic powers. Yawning, he remembered just how tired he was, so he turned in early, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.