Logan leaned casually against his bike, waiting for Sam to arrive.
He sniffed the air, a faint trace of Faith in the air, but nothing within the last few hours. She'd definitely arrived here the night before. But not bleeding, as far as he could smell.
Sam
Sam had stopped by the side of the road to check his map in his newly stolen car. Knowing he was going the right way, he found the camp another ten minutes later.
He pulled up at the front gate, getting out of the car and grabbing his duffel of weapons from the backseat.
Logan
Logan looked up as he heard Sam approaching, almost smiling, but mostly looking serious.
"Xavier sent me," he said by way of greeting. "Thought you might need some help."
Sam
Sam hit his head on the car door at the voice of someone behind him. Turning with his hand on his head, his frown deepened.
"What?"
Logan
"I'm here to help find Faith," Logan replied, unphased.
"The Professor was worried."
Sam
"Yeah I bet," Sam looked him up and down, before fetching his bag and closing the door.
He walked past Logan and into the campsite as the sun started setting over the nearby lake for which the camp was named.
Logan
"I'm just a concerned friend," Logan shrugged.
He followed behind Sam.
"And like it or not, I have an interest in seeing her come back. So you're just gonna have to accept my help."
Sam
"Let's get one thing straight," Sam turned to face him.
"Faith's not here, so we're not playing nice. I don't have to accept your help. This looks like a big place, so let's just take a side each and try not to run into each other."
Logan
"Well, when I find her, I'll... well, I won't tell you anything, seeing as you don't want my help."
Logan smirked, and turned in the opposite direction.
Sam
Sam rolled his eyes, then took off into the West side.
He soon came across a few cabins, and stopped at the doors of each to listen carefully. But knowing he was running out of daylight he tried to keep moving.
Faith and Logan
Faith's eyes opened and she blinked, trying to focus. She made a move to lift her arms up, and then felt that they were chained down.
"Mmmphh!" she moaned around the gag.
~*~*~*~
Logan scented the air, moving slowly but purposefully through the abandoned camp.
He sniffed again, squinting as he tried to distinguish the smell.
Sam
Sam sighed as he fought with his flashlight, trying to get it to work.
As he came to one of the last cabins, he carefully ventured inside. Seeing dark patches over the floor, he hesitated, then knelt down to one and touched it with his fingertips.
Bringing them back to the flashlight beam, his brows furrowed in worry when he realised it was blood.
Faith and Logan
Faith bit down harder on her gag, the knife slicing across the old faded scar on her stomach.
~*~*~*~
Logan's head jerked as the scent of Faith's blood filled the air faintly.
He took off in that direction, claws sliding out with a snikt.
Sam
Sam left the cabin after finding two headless bodies in the bedrooms, neither belonging to Faith. He started going back to the other cabins to see if there were any similar scenes in those.
After finding two more, he ran out into the open driveway.
"LOGAN?!" he yelled.
Logan and Faith
Logan heard Sam's yell, but didn't stop. He continued on, following the scent of Faith's blood.
~*~*~*~
Faith breathed deeply through her nose as the knife stopped suddenly. The attacker turned his head, hearing something that Faith couldn't focus on, before he picked up a machete and left.
She let out a muffled cry, blood dripping from her stomach, down onto the floor, and she struggled against the chains.
Sam
Sam stood still, trying to hear if Logan would reply or just come to him.
Eventually he heard footsteps in the distance, and started walking towards them.
"Logan?!" he called again, before hearing the footsteps suddenly stop.
He stopped himself, suddenly worried. Those bodies had all been decapitated within the last 24 hours, so it was highly likely that whoever - or whatever - had done it was still hanging around.
He dropped his bag and quickly rummaged through while keeping an eye out, pulling out a dagger and pistol which he fitted to his belt.
Logan and Faith
Logan made his way into the delapidated building, still sniffing the air. His nostrils flared as the scent of Faith's blood got stronger.
~*~*~*~
Faith struggled against the chains, her cries muffled by the gag in her mouth.
Sam
"Logan? Come on man, this is serious," Sam called, softer.
"Just found some decpitated bodies. You wanna come out now?"
He squinted at the shadows, slowly turning his flashlight on again and shining it towards where he'd heard the footsteps stop.
Apart from the breeze blowing in the trees, there was nothing.
Frowning a little in confusion, he shone the light around to his left, jumping about six inches when he realised there was someone standing right behind him.
"Holy-!"
He barely registered the machete before it came down. Barely ducking in time, it sliced through his duffel bag instead.
Logan and Faith
Logan stepped down the bottom step, his nose wrinkling slightly as he caught sight of Faith.
"You've looked better," he commented.
Faith just glared at him, and he cut through her chains easily, catching her as she fell to the ground.
She pulled the gag from around her mouth, spitting some blood onto the ground.
"Come on," Logan said, lifting her easily into his arms. "Better go rescue the Wonder Kid."
"Who?" Faith asked, head a little fuzzy from blood loss.
"Sam."
Sam
Sam backed off far enough as the killer stumbled, to pull out his pistol and land few well aimed blows to the man's chest. His eyes widened when not only did the bullets hit something solid, but whoever it was kept advancing.
"Oh sh--," Sam scrambled to his feet.
He ducked to the right as the machete came down again, managing to skirt around him enough to get to his duffel bag. He cursed as half of the contents fell to the ground due to the cut, but smiled when he found his machete intact.
"There. Now things are a bit more even," he nodded, holding it out toward the killer.
The man in the hockey mask tilted his head for a moment, making Sam a little unsettled, before charging at him again. Sam, having not been in anything like a sword fight for a while, let the other guy advance until he could get in front of a tree. With one purposeful duck, the machete was caught in the trunk.
Sam couldn't help but smirk.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with."
The hockey mask turned, saw Sam's machete out turned, and stared him down intimidatingly.
Faith and Logan
Faith's head fell back a little as Logan carried her, too weak to hold herself up.
"Where's Sam?" she asked groggily.
Logan scented the air, walking quickly as he followed a trail that Faith couldn't detect.
"Be careful," she warned, blinking slowly. "He's like... wicked crazy."
Sam
Getting worried that he was going to be caught off guard, Sam finally gave in to the stand off by throwing the man back into the tree via telekinesis.
With a moment to spare, he ran back to his duffel, as he heard the machete being pulled from the tree. The first thing Sam got his hands on was an evergreen stake, but hearing a familiar sound he turned just in time to see the machete blade embedded in the stake he'd on a whim had in front of his face.
Not having another second to think, the man was on top of him. He was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown into the mud to his left, well away from any weapons. As the killer pulled his machete from the stake, Sam was still wiping mud from his eyes. He looked up in time to see the machete in the air, and threw his hand up to hold it there with his telekinesis again.
Panting, he could feel the supernatural part of whatever this killer was, fighting back. It didn't take long for him to get a few paces forward, and Sam didn't dare let his hold go long enough to grab anything.
Logan and Faith
Logan ran in the direction of the fight, pausing only to set Faith down under a tree. "I'll come back for you, darlin'."
Faith just nodded tiredly, holding her stomach gingerly. The cut wasn't deep, but she could probably do with a few stitches.
~*~*~*~
Logan charged into the fight, claws sliding out with a snikt and he dragged them down the back of whoever - or whatever - was attacking Sam.
Sam
Sam cried out as he let go, grabbing his head as he felt blood running from his nose.
His head throbbing, he looked up to see the killer turning on Logan.
"About time you got here," he muttered under his breath.
Logan
"Was a little busy getting Faith," Logan grunted, ducking under the machete that was coming in his direction.
He sliced up, managing to cut the machete's tip off, before sticking his claws through the killers chest.
Sam
"Sure you were," Sam grunted, pulling himself to his feet.
He staggered over to what was left of his duffel, looking for something in partcular.
Logan and Faith
Logan grunted again, as the machete sliced across his chest. The cut was already healing as he stabbed his claws into the killer's stomach again, and ripped out.
"Anytime you wanna jump back in, kid."
~*~*~*~
Faith struggled to her feet, standing fairly steady once she got there, and limped in the direction that Logan had run off in.
Sam
"You can't rush these things," Sam taunted absently, covering an iron arrowhead in salt.
"But if you can get him closer to the water, that'd be a great help."
Logan and Faith
"Sure thing, Sammy," Logan snarked, ducking under the machete.
The killer stopped, turning as he sensed Faith arrive on the scene, and he changed his course of direction, heading directly for her.
"Dammit!" Logan cursed.
Sam
"Don't call me Sammy," Sam sneered, pulling out crossbow and loading up.
Faith and Logan
Faith half limped, half ran towards the water, the killer trailing behind her. She decided to chance the old pier and ran across it, hoping to draw him out.
~*~*~*~
Logan ran after the pair, wondering how he could get in between them before the kid did whatever it was he thought he was going to do.
Sam
Sam glanced up to see the killer going after Faith, and picked up the pace.
Holding two extra arrows in his left hand, he grabbed the crossbow and stalked across the mud toward the pier, following Logan.
Faith
"If one of you has a plan, now would be the time to execute it," Faith mumbled to herself.
She caught her balance on the end of the pier, watching the killer approach her slowly.
Sam
"JASON!" Sam yelled, not knowing where the name came from.
He stopped at the edge, raising the crossbow as the killer turned back to him.
Sam waited until he had a good line, then fired he first arrow into the killer's heart. Jason stopped and looked down at it, before turning to go after Faith again.
Sam quickly reloaded.
Faith and Logan
Faith nodded slightly, as Jason kept approaching. "Of course you're still coming."
She caught his arm midair, knocking the machete out into the water with her other hand, then ducked the punch he was aiming at her.
Logan was coming up behind Jason, trapping him between the pair of them.
Sam
Sam skimmed the next arrow over Logan's shoulder, hitting Jasn in the back of his shoulder.
The killer was obviously weakened, falling to his left knee as Sam reloaded.
"Get out of the way!" he yelled at Logan.
Logan and Faith
Logan jumped over Jason's body, grabbing Faith by the arm and holding her steady, as Sam lined up his shot.
Sam
Jason turned back to Sam, a hand grabbing at the arrow in his chest. Once Sam had the shot, he took it, sending an arrow straight through Jason's mask and into his forehead.
The force pushed Jason backwards and into the water.
Sam dropped the crossbow by his side, panting heavily.
Faith and Logan
"Sam - " Faith managed to get out, before her legs went wobbly.
Logan lifted her into his arms carefully, making his way off the unsteady pier and back to land.
Sam
Sam took a moment to regain himself, and waited until they got back to him.
"You ok?" he tilted his head so it was in line with Faith's.
Faith and Logan
"Yeah, I'm good," Faith said, eyes sweeping over Sam's body.
"Darlin', you're cut up pretty badly," Logan said. "I think we better get you to a hospital."
"No," she protested. "Sam can stitch me up. I'm fine."
"You're woozy," Logan replied. "You need blood."
"No, I'm only woozy coz he looks good dirty."
Sam
Sam chuckled with a smile.
"We'll get you back, don't worry," he assured, before going back to his duffel and attempting to round up his weapons.
Faith and Logan
"Dirty Sam," Faith nodded, tiredly letting her head fall against Logan's chest.
"Oh good," Logan snorted. "She's delirious."
Sam
"Shes fine. She's a slayer," Sam rolled his eyes, before hearing splashing from the water.
He turned to look over his shoulder, seeing something just rising above he surface.
"We've gotta go," he stood, hugging his bag, "we've gotta go now!"
Logan and Faith
"We'll split up," Logan said. "I'll take her to the hospital."
"No," Faith demanded. "I'm going with Sam."
Sam
"Don't be a dick, you've only got a bike," Sam scorned as they made it to the vehicles.
He looked back to see Jason start running, before throwing his bag in the back seat.
"Faith get in! Hurry!"
Faith and Logan
Faith got into the car, with Logan's help, before he scowled at Sam and jogged over to his bike. He threw his leg over it and gunned the engine.
Faith closed the door and strapped herself in, leaning back against the headrest. She held onto her stomach.
Sam
Sam struggled to get the keys into the ignition, nd by the time he did so Jason was on the hood.
He ducked as the machete came through the windscreen, cementing itself into his headrest. Using up the energy from his last burst of adrenaline, Sam hit the hockey masked killer with his telekinesis once again, sending him flying into a tree.
He finally got the car started and gunned it into reverse.
Logan and Faith
Logan waited until he saw the car reversing, before he started driving away, spraying rocks up as he took off.
Faith glanced across at Sam wearily.
Sam
Sam managed to lean to the left to see over the dashboard, the machete cutting into his shoulder as he braked and spun the car.
Seeing Jason standing solemnly at the gates and not chasing them, he didn't give him a chance to before spinning the wheels and starting down the road after Logan.
"You ok?!" Sam asked without looking across.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith said, her eyes closing half way.
"Might need you to stitch me up, but other than that, am living large. You ok?"
Sam
"That's cool," Sam breathed, not daring to stop anytime soon.
"We'll find a motel and dump the car down the road. I'll do it there."
Faith
Faith nodded, lifting a bloodstained hand to brush some hair from her face.
"Ok."
Sam
It was about five miles down the road before Sam pulled over and managed to get the machete out of the window. He threw it into the backseat, then kept driving in order to find a motel.
When he found one he dumped the car two blocks away, grabbed his bags, and helped Faith walk back to it.
"You good?" he asked once they were outside.
Faith
Faith let Sam support her weight, breathing deeply through her nose.
"Not great, but I'll live."
Sam
"You should be right by morning," Sam assured, rubbing her arm.
He left her leaning against the doorway as he went in to get a room. Moments later he was back, and leading Faith to their designated room.
"Want a shower first or after?" he asked as he sat her down on one of the chairs.
Faith
"After," Faith said, looking at him through half lidded eyes.
"Let's get this over with."
Sam
No problem," Sam nodded, pulling his jacket off.
"I don't have anything more than rudimentary tools, and we don't exactly have any alcohol, so I'm sorry in advance. And likewise, you're welcome to inflict pain on me if it makes you feel better."
Faith
"You're making me feel wonderful about this," Faith said dryly. "It's ok, I've stitched myself up in worse conditions."
She peeled her shirt away from her stomach, wincing slightly.
Sam
"Ouch," Sam flinched symathetically.
He went to his bag and pulled out some loose stitching and continued digging in the hopes of finding a needle. He found some thin wire instead, and bit his bottom lip.
He sucked on the end of it so his saliva could ward off any germs, before treading the stitching through it.
Faith
Faith watched him out of the corner of her eye, taking deep breaths to prepare herself.
"Ok. Ok."
Sam
Sam brought everything back and lay some small towels on the table beside her.
"Ready?" his eyebrows rose as he knelt in front of her.
Faith
"As ever," Faith said, gripping the sides of the chair she was sitting on.
"Go for gold."
Sam
"Ok," Sam hesitated.
He took a deep breath, and started.
Faith
Faith's knuckles went white as they held onto the chair and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ugh," she moaned.
Sam
"I could take my shirt off if that helps?" Sam offered absently, before putting the wire between his teeth as he pulled the thread through.
Faith
Faith thought for a second.
"Yes."
Sam
Sam looked up in surprise, not expecting an answer, before setting the wire on her knee.
"Ok," he nodded, gingerly taking his shirt off.
He cringed where it caught on his shoulder wound, but got it off and threw it aside.
"Better?" he asked, picking the thread up again.
Faith
"Surprisingly, yes," Faith smirked, before wincing.
"You do look really nice that way."
Sam
Sam chuckled a little, but quickly got back to work.
"I'll also make a special trip to get some poison when this is over if you want," he offered.
Faith
"This is why I keep you around," Faith replied.
She hissed in a breath as he worked.
Sam
"Thanks," Sam smirked.
He made the final incision and quickly tied off the end.
"There," he patted around it with the towels, cleaning it off as best he could, "sorry we don't have any gauze. I'll get some when I go out."
Faith
"It's ok," Faith said, nodding.
"I think I'll just... sit here and die."
Sam
"You do that," Sam patted her on the shoulder as he stood.
He went to find himself a clean shirt, and a replacement shirt for her.
"Here," he handed her a button up, "I'll be back soon."
Faith
"Thanks Sammich."
Faith slowly sat up straighter, waiting until Sam left before she started to get undressed.
Sam
Sam took about fifteen minutes to find the nearest drug and liquor stores, returning with a new medkit and two bottles of tequila.
"Hey," he called as he came through the door, "you had that shower yet?"
Faith
Faith appeared out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet, but dressed in Sam's shirt.
She leaned against the doorframe.
"Yep. Ooh, dinner," she grinned, eyeing the alcohol.
Sam
"I got some food for later," Sam shrugged, "but I know that's not what you mean."
He dumped it all on the table and went to grab some glasses from the cupboard.
"Dressings first, young lady."
Faith
"Yes doctor," Faith said, grinning seductively.
She walked over to the bed and sat down.
Sam
Sam grinned, picking out the medkit and pulling apart some gauzes and strapping. He made his way over to the bed with them and quickly dressed Faith's stitching, before providing her with a bottle of tequila and going to the mirror to dress his own wound.
Faith
Faith unscrewed the cap from the bottle, and taking a sip.
"I could help with that, but... tequila seems to be calling."
Sam
"I'm sure it is," Sam smirked.
He got it done and pulled his shirt over it again before going to grab the other bottle and pour some into a glass.
"Cheers to an insteresting day," he toasted.
Faith
"Yeah, interesting for you, maybe," Faith said, toasting him back anyway.
She snickered, taking another swig from the bottle.
"How did you and Logan get along today?"
Sam
"We work better separately, it seems," Sam nodded.
"He went one direction, I went the other. It worked out okay, so... no complaints."
Faith
Faith beckoned with her finger for Sam to come over.
"Sam," she said mock seriously. "You're all dirty. You need a shower. And I think you might need help, what with your hurt shoulder and all."
Sam
"I think I feel a lot dirtier than I am," Sam mused, walking over and setting his glass on the bedside table before sitting beside her.
Faith
"You don't smell, but you look a little dirty."
Faith nodded, then took another sip from the bottle.
"So... how did you find me so quickly? Xavier?"
Sam
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "which is why Logan was there. Dean headed North after the baby."
Faith
"Ah, ok."
Faith took another long pull from her bottle, studying it as she swallowed, noting it was already half gone.
"So I have a confession."
Sam
"What could you possibly have to confess?" Sam mused.
Faith
"What, besides all the sex and the drinking?" Faith grinned.
She rested her head against Sam's chest.
"So, don't get mad, but... you remember for awhile, Dean and I kept mentioning Toga parties?"
Sam
"Yes...?" Sam looked confused, "am I about to be let in on it?"
Faith
Faith giggled.
"Ok, so you remember the night we ended up dealing with the deranged miner? And you got all drunk and sleepy in the shower?"
Sam
"Yes..." Sam began to look a little worried, "very vaguely, anyway."
Faith
"You... uh..." Faith chuckled.
"You passed out on the bed, only in a sheet and I... may have put some leaves around your head so you looked like someone from Anicent Greece."
Sam
Sam hesitated, eyebrows up.
"Ok..." he frowned, "so how did Dean find out?"
Faith
"My phone somehow took a photo and sent it," Faith said, nodding.
She took another sip, then pouted at him.
"Don't be mad, please?"
Sam
Sam sighed.
"It's ok, it was a while ago," he assured, "I think Dean's over it."
Faith
Faith clumsily straddled Sam's lap, wincing slightly as her stitches pulled.
"Oh good. I don't like angry Sam. Well, actually, I do like him. I like all Sam's."
Sam
"I'm glad to hear that," Sam nodded.
"But you should be careful if you're gonna do anything while sitting there..."
Faith
Faith grinned cheekily.
"What would I do while sitting here?"
Sam
"Exert yourself?" Sam suggested.
Faith
"And how would I do that?" Faith asked innocently.
"I'm just sitting here and you're talking about exercise."
Sam
"Then let's make sure we don't do any," Sam insisted with a nod.
Faith
"You'll change your mind," Faith drawled. "They all change their minds."
She leaned in to kiss him.
Sam
"I'm sure I won't," Sam countered.
"I'm the doctor, remember? And I say you need rest. So there."
Faith
Faith pouted.
"Boo, you suck. I'm a more fun doctor."
Sam
"I'm sure you are, but I'm the kind who puts safety first. And I can't afford to be stitching you up for a second time tonight, so, down girl," Sam insisted.
Faith
"You're a loser," Faith said, climbing off his lap.
"Anyway, the stitches will probably pop out tomorrow anyway, when the wound heals over."
Sam
"And you're stupid," Sam countered playfully.
"But until that wound heals, I'm the doctor. And you'll just have to do as I say."
Faith
"You can't make me," Faith said, hands on hips and chin jutted out like a defiant teenager.
Sam
"I totally can," Sam insisted, touching her nose with his fingertip.
Faith
"Nope, nope, nope!"
Faith brushed her nose impatiently.
Sam
"Then what do you wanna do, huh?" Sam taunted.
Faith
"Um..."
Faith tapped on her chin while she thought.
Sam
"Don't hurt yourself," Sam insisted, grinning.
Faith
Faith pushed Sam back on the bed.
"You're a big fat meanie."
Sam
Sam chuckled.
"I know, but you gotta be cruel to be kind!"
Faith
"I can be crueller," Faith told him.
She climbed onto the bed, standing above him, legs on either side of Sam's torso.
Sam
"Oh yeah?" Sam's eyebrows rose, hands up ready to catch her if she fell.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith nodded, reaching up to touch the ceiling and forgetting about the lack of underwear situation.
"In good ways and evil ways, I suppose."
Sam
"Why don't you show me then?" Sam mused, resting his hands on her legs.
Faith
"But do you deserve it?" Faith asked, looking down at him.
"Because I don't hand out my cruelty for nothing."
Sam
"No, I really don't. I've been too good," Sam nodded.
Faith
Faith took another sip from the bottle.
"You are, you know," she drawled. "You're all sweet and everything. All smart and safe seeming. And polite. And people trust you. And I'm not that."
Sam
"You don't trust me?" Sam chuckled, suddenly worried she might drop the bottle on him.
Faith
"No no, I trust you," Faith replied, stretching her arms up again.
"I mean you're all sunshiney and I'm shadowy."
Sam
"And how am I sunshiney?" Sam asked seriously, "when all around me is death?"
Faith
"Somehow you always seem so clean still," Faith replied, after thinking for a few minutes.
"No matter how much blood we have on our hands, I always think you're still clean. I'll never be clean again. My soul is too far gone to save."
Sam
"You could always dye your hair blonde," Sam joked.
Faith
Faith lifted one foot to rest it on Sam's chest.
"Blondes are boring," she said to him. "No matter how much they spout at you about being more fun. I have been with so many boring blonde guys and girls. Unless you want me to be boring?"
Sam
"You could never be boring," Sam grabbed her ankle and kissed her toe.
Faith
"I could try."
Faith grinned and wriggled her toes.
"Tickles!"
Sam
Sam let go and reached his hand up.
"Give me the bottle before you drop it," he insisted.
Faith
"I'm not going to drop it," Faith told him, but she handed him the bottle anyway.
"I have reflexes like a cat anyway."
Sam
"Not when you're drunk you don't," Sam insisted, putting the bottle aside safey.
Faith
Faith pouted, and then to prove his point, she started to fall.
Sam
"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, catching her just in time.
One hand on her breast, the other on her shoulder.
Faith
"Why Sam, how forward of you."
Faith grinned cheekily.
Sam
"Doctor Sam is officially insisting on bedrest," Sam insisted, carefully laying her down beside him.
Faith
"You're the only guy I ever listen to," Faith murmured, letting Sam move her about.
Sam
"And I'm grateful," Sam assured.
"Now sleep!"
Faith
"You're bossy. And a loser."
Faith closed her eyes though.
Sam
"And you're stupid," Sam chuckled, before rolling his eyes at her already being asleep.