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Abandoning people in their house after they've offered you hospitality is incredibly rude, especially if the person in question is disabled and unable to follow. Leah was upset and bitter for at least fifteen minutes.

Then she got over it, tidied her apartment again and finished the headpiece she was working on. Visitors this morning would find her in the large basement room she had Sam convert into a target range, using her bow and laser sight to send arrow after arrow into the target. It's practically meditation.

Anyone who happened to be fiddling with their radio might find her frequency, too. She keeps them open.

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Leah grins brightly.

"You mind taking comm pieces out in the field? Keep me updated?"

Sam hesitates, but shrugs again. "No, I can do that. Hey, that reminds me." He digs in a pocket for a moment before holding a walkie-talkie out to her. "Come here? Oracle gave me a radio. Do you want it?"

Sure, she gave it to him ages ago, but he's only just remembered it. And it's not like he ever turned it on anyway.

"Sure."

Leah leans out of her own seat, reaching a hand roughly towards him, searching for it.

"I've got a couple earpieces with Pax encryption. Should keep private from O out for a while." More for his benefit than Leah's, but even she likes secrets.

In all honesty, Sam isn't a fan of being watched by anybody. But for Leah, at least, he'll take the radio on a just-in-case basis. Oracle... well, he didn't want the thing in the first place.

Plus, he's still a little defensive about this (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/233628.html?thread=14567836#t14567836).

"I'm gonna be honest with you," he says, as he puts the radio in her hand, "I'm probably not going to use yours much either. But I'll hang onto them."

Leah grasps the radio, and draws back, running fingers over it lightly as she turns it over and over, exploring.

"Just in case. If I have an idea what you're up to, I won't worry so much."

Not that she worries much, but she still worries.

"We don't even have a job yet," he points out, but his smile is slightly flattered. That she'll worry at all is kinda...

Yeah.

"I'll keep it in the car."

...kinda her job? Probably.

"That'll do," Leah says.

She heads over to her worktable, deposits Oracle's radio in one box, and picks up a small object, cobbled together from over-ear headphones and random electronics. It's not pretty, but it's not delicate either. She finds her way back to Sam and hands it over.

"Not just for business, either. I'm a gossip hound these days."

Well, Leah might consider Sam part of her job. Sam figures if he's not related to someone, then they have no reason to worry about him. Not professionally, anyway.

Taking her headset, Sam turns it over in his hands curiously, looking it over. "Lower on gossip than jobs, even."

"We'll have to find you some," Leah says, refering to both. This time she doesn't return to her seat, hovering by Sam's chair in case she need to show him something. "think you can figure out how it works?"

He nods, knowing she's there and the gesture is useless, more out of habit than anything. "Yeah, I think so. I'll test it out before we go anywhere to make sure."

As for gossip, he has no interest. But anything about a job will definitely get his attention.

"Great."

Certain he doesn't need her pointing stuff out, she gets another two beers while she's up.

"You guys are gonna be alright, right? Just do some jobs together?"

"Guess so." Sam might be grinning a little, relieved a bit. If he's here, if they're gone from the world they came from, then maybe, just maybe...

Things could be good again. Good as they ever were for the brothers, anyway.

"Whole world needs saving, right? Why not us to start with."

Leah snorts. "Yeah, you can't pull the world out of the mire 'til your feet are on solid ground. now you sound like my ex."

Someone she has been doing a pretty good job not thinking about.

"Well, sometimes you've gotta make the solid ground first," Sam points out with a small smile, though it falters a little at her description. When people compare you to their exes, it's rarely a compliment.

"Is that good or...?"

Leah's smile is genuine and fond, but kind of sad at the same time. She hadn't intended to say that.

"Yeah. It's good."

His smile grows a little wider at that, pleased for the compliment, but the sadness in her expression keeps him from saying anything in response.

Which means that, after a moment, he's clearing his throat awkwardly and leaning forward, all business. "So this priest guy... you want us to try and check it out or is Oracle already on it?"

Which is a mixed blessing, really. On the one hand, Asha's outlook on life changed Leah's own and she's be happy to talk about her. On the other, she'd probably lie about her gender, and she's not ready to commit to that lie yet.

"Haven't told Oracle actually. Might be nothing. Next time he's on the line I'll see if I can't milk him for location information."

Which means, Leah'd be happy to send the boys after it, and just the boys.

A mixed blessing, certainly. She's already decided on Sam's reaction, and while she might not be wrong, if she doesn't give him the chance...

In any case, Sam smiles for the unsaid, regarding the job. "Let me know. We could check it out for you."

He would definitely be more willing to answer to Leah than to Oracle-- as much as any Winchester answers to anyone.

...then she'll never have to admit why she's lying to him, of all people.

"That'd be cool, cheers."

Assuming he'd ask why at all.

Sam grins a little and tips his bottle at her, still not completely used to the idea of verbal-only responses. "Cheers."

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