WHO: Sam and Kyle WHEN: December 17th; 8pm onward. WHERE: Little nondescript hotel they stayed at when she almost died. WHAT: Secret rendezvous. ;) RATING: PG-13. We fade to black for anything more! STATUS: Closed/Ongoing.
It had been an emotional couple days. Sam knew it wasn't really her problem that William had gotten fired, but it brought up a lot of her own issues; her own doubts. Before finding out that he had been fired, Sam had worried his disappearance meant something more nefarious. What could possibly make him just leave? Though William confessing to how Dobbs had questioned his loyalty hadn't made it any better. Did that mean they would toss her out the same way just for being in love with "the enemy"? After talking with Becca, she was even more torn than before. She couldn't leave her sister, but the more she had to be away from Kyle, the more it hurt. The more she thought about the whole Centurion versus Syndicate conflict, the more confused she was as to how it had started at all.
Yet as soon as she started doubting whether both sides were really all that different, visions of Colton leaning over her with the knife drifted through her mind and spread cold fear through her all over again; reminding her, undoubtedly, that there was a difference.
Sam didn't hate him for leaving. How could she? He had helped her after the attack, and while he'd always presented as an incorrigible womanizer, he was a decent guy. Maybe she was just afraid because he was leaving for a reason similar to why she'd be leaving: love of the "enemy".
She mulled this over the entire way to the hotel, knowing Kyle would urge her to talk in order to ease her mind and help her work through the problem rather than internalizing. That's how he worked. People who knew her well were able to calm her down so she could think instead of initial reaction to act. Sam paid the guy at the counter, going to the same room as before with the help of a small cloud of pheromones to ensure the man sent Kyle in after her without asking any questions, Sam headed down the hall trying not to let memories of that night distract her from the excitement of getting to see him again. Finally.
Taking a seat in one of the cushioned chairs positioned off to the side of the room, she drummed her fingers on the table as she waited. Hopefully Kyle wouldn't run into a problem that would prevent him from coming.