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Sam took great delight in frequently asking 'are we nearly there yet?' as they travelled. Then his attention was rather sharply drawn by all the snow and ice around San Francisco.

Then his attention was even more sharply drawn by the sudden storm that picked up, tossing them around. Their landing was ... rather rough. They hit a tree, among other things.

Twenty minutes later, Sam is shivering from the cold as he inspects the engine of the car.
"Why is everything so cold here?" It is, indeed, very cold. San Francisco appears to be not only utterly wrecked, but also entirely deserted and covered in snow (almost up to Sam's knees) and frost. After a moment's staring at the engine. "Guys, we're going to need a bunch of new parts for this thing."

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"Aye.." Then he looks up and tackles Sam again, trying to pull them out of the road which doesn't work since there's a car there.

The horsemen pull to a stop at the shifted snow, Will's hair is easy to spot.

On the first horse, a woman rides, leather armor showing off her every asset as she points her blade at the two men,

"Who dares to trespass on the Queen's land?"

O hay, pretty woman. Sam grins, a little.

"Hi. I'm Sam, this is Will." Jabbing a thumb at Will. "We're trespassing? I had no idea." He does, actually, manage to feign innocent cluelessness quite well.

Will gets up and bows to her, elbowing Sam to do the same. She leans off her horse, running hand along Sam's face,

"So pretty, are you a fine hero, beautiful?"

Okay. She's awfully forward. Sam would facepalm, but that would be rude. So he just gives a grin that's full of very feigned shyness.

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

She gives a shy smile down at him,

"Have I offended you, dear heart, come ride with us. The day is clear and beautiful and my Queen welcomes any brave enough to step in her land."

Will is just going to be trying to be invisible since he's aware of an arrow or two trained on him, he'd like to slap Sam who seems caught by the Lady's spell, but that might be dangerous.

"... Yes. Clear. That's certainly the word I'd use for it." A little sarcastically. "But, er, sure. Riding's good. Could you take us to your Queen? If we rode."

He gets to spend time with the pretty woman AND they get to where they're going! Win for everybody!

She leans down and lifts him up in front of her on her horse and runs a hand along his body,

"Oh I will show you such sights, dear heart. We ride on."

Then they begin galloping, leaving Will standing in the snow.

Sam actually does rest his face in his palm, this time.

"So. Maybe we should stop somewhere," Pause. "What's your Queen like, then?" He resists the urge to add 'any easily exploitable weaknesses that you happen to know about?'

Her hand not on the rein, moves along his arm, following the line of his arm then down to rest on his thigh,

"Do not worry for your friend, dear heart, he will be well. Old things watch over him. Our Queen is kind and beautiful, she wishes us all to be worthy of her and you will dance before her and make love to me in the darkness of neverending Winter."

Sam has to try very hard not to choke.

"I look forward to it." Sam manages to muster a wry grin. "Tell me more about your people."

"We are old and powerful, capable of making dreams reality. What do you dream of, dear heart?"

Her hand is moving up his thigh ever so quietly as they ride towards the harbor.

Okay. If the horse doesn't stop, Sam's going to have a little bit of a problem with getting to the castle before Will shows up. Also, without any iron.

"I dream of you stopping the horse," Cheerfully. And then, because that not only suspicious but also doesn't give her much incentive to actually stop it. "And dancing with me."

He can't see her grin, but it has teeth in it has her hand moves upward,

"Oh I would like that, dear heart."

She raises a hand and the horses pull to stop and she dismounts, offering him a hand,

"We will find a bower and I will show you the warmth of ice before I take you to my Queen. Ride on without me."

Then the other riders are gone and the Fae leans close, drinking in the smell of Sam's life and magic,

"So powerful you are, dear heart."

"Thank you. So do you." Sam raises a hand to absently thread through her hair. He does have to keep up the act, after all.

Yeah. The act. That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.

"So, how many fairies are there here?"

"We are a kingdom fit to honor our Queen."

She purrs as his hand moves through her hair and suddenly she's wearing a lot less, a floating gown of sky blue as she presses her body to his,

"Kiss me and become my man, dear heart."

Sam really does choke this time.

Eventually, flatly: "If I kiss you, I'm going to become your servant for life aren't I?"

From down the road a voice is yelling,

"Sam, where the bloody 'ell 'ave ye gone?!"

She pouts at him,

"Not my servant, simply my lover, dear heart, and think of the rewards for due service."

She presses against him again, her hand finding and caressing his desire.

"You make a convincing argument. But, still - kriff no, I'm not that stupid." Abruptly, he dissolves into gold mist, swirling around her before he materialises behind her, clamping his hands on her shoulder and blasting magical flames out of the palms of his hands.

He doesn't stop to look and see how well that works. He covers his mouth with one hand as he starts coughing blood, and runs for the horse, jumping on it. Only then does he realise that he doesn't know how to ride a horse.

He'll just try and make it gallop in Will's direction.

Her screams of pain follow him as the horse is spooked by the new person on its back and at least its galloping in the right direction since soon a shock of red hair appears,

"Sam!!"

"Will!" Okay, Sam is getting off this horse, it's crazy. He briefly dissolves again, the cloud twisting around to land near Will before turning into Sam once more.

He promptly sets a hand on Will to support himself and hacks up rather a lot of blood onto the snow.

The horse just keeps running as Will comes over to support Sam,

"Do ye need anythin' an did she 'urt ye?"

"No, no, she just wanted me to be her lover for the rest of my life. Regular stuff, really." Beat. "I, er, attacked first. I figured she wouldn't be too pleased with me fleeing."

"Was for the best. 'ad a chance to climb a tree an can see an island that's got think towers an stuff on it, probably where they took Kate. Lean on me an we'll get 'er an leave this damned place."

"Do we have any iron?" Sam asks. "It'd make things much easier."

"Oh aye, picked some up on the way."

Will's now holding a tire iron and some broken wrought iron work that he found.

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