Computer is Eve. Laptop is Gladys. My brother wanted me to name her Glados, but she’s hardly sleek, she’s black and silver and the top is covered with a paint spatter like pattern, so we just called her Gladys.
She let out another nervous laugh, following after his lead to her instrument. “I-If you insist.” She took a seat next to him, reaching to move the sheet music she just received. Pulling a large folder from on-top of the piano, she shuffled through the papers for a few moments, before pulling out a particular piece. “Well, since you gave me the third movement, I can show you how far I’ve gotten with the first.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, as if she were looking for his approval. She let out a sigh, adjusting herself to the edge of her bench and placing her hands in position, a look of determination on her face as she gets to work, tapping at the keys. The harsh look dissolving from her face and leaving behind a calm, relaxed expression as she kept going. Yes, there were slip-ups every once in awhile, but she got through it. Holding the last note, she turned her head and looked back at him. Her face even more red with embarrassment now. “S-so… What do you think?”
His mouth slightly gaped open, the corners of his lips tugged upwards into a toothy smile. “Oh, man, that was awesome! I wish I could do somethin’ like that, Sam… That was a real piece of art!” He could feel the soft, pink of his cheeks painted over with a rosey red, his eyes meeting with hers. For a moment, he was mesmerized by the deep oceans of soft green in her eyes. His fingers twinged, and he broke the gaze, his own eyes searching around, as if he was trying to fool himself that her stunning eyes weren’t the best things to look at. “T-that was w-wonderful, Sam…” He hoped she didn’t notice his suddenly flustered behavior.
With a nod, she went and set down the piece of music in front of the other piece she had laying for her to read later. Sammy listened for a moment, pondering. “Well… I’d really like if… if you could listen maybe when… I’ve practiced it a lot. Yeah,” she looked off to the side, a rosy hue also painting itself on her cheeks in a slight embarrassment. “I’d really enjoy it if you could hear me on the piano someti—” she stopped abruptly at the embrace, almost in shock. “…Merry late Christmas to you too, Elliot, and a happy new year.” she murmured, returning the gesture and resting her chin on his shoulder.
He released his comforting grip on her, and, turned to her piano, his eyes lighting up. “You should play for me! C’mon! I swear I won’t interrupt yah… I’ll just sit by you… I’ll watch… C’mon!” He softly grabbed her hand in his, leading her to the piano. Letting go of her hand, he placed himself on the edge of the piano’s bench, twiddling his thumbs like an excited child. “Show me what you’ve been workin’ on.” He chuckled, with a smile.
Samantha let out a nervous snicker, nodding. “Yeah… I was hoping you’d like it.” She smiled. “I’m glad.” She let out a small, relieved sigh. Maybe her present wasn’t so tacky after-all. She took a moment to look down at her gift, actually inspecting it. The printed letters on it only brought a large, goofy smile to her expression. “Oh my God… You didn’t.” She glanced at him for a moment before looking back down. Sheet music for Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, the third movement. He did! She nearly jumped for joy; she had been looking for this for such a long time, but unable to locate it. “Where did you get this?!”
"Oh… Y’know…A place…" A light blush grazed his cold cheeks, holding his personal dog tag as well as hers in his hand. It was a nervous habit, ever since he had got the necklace. "I… I knew you had been looking for it for quite a while… A-and I knew you’d enjoy it. Heck, I’d even enjoy listening to you play. I’m sure you’d play it wonderfully!" He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in a great, big, warm hug. "Merry late Christmas, Sammy."
“Well, it would’ve been cleaner if I knew that you were going to show up.” She shrugged and snickered. “I definitely remember what it was like over at RED. I never want this place to be as much of a mess… The people are calmer over here, I’d like to think.” She mumbled, fiddling her thumbs awkwardly, unsure of what to do. “Yeah… I wouldn’t of been much company on Christmas. I was sleeping most of the day, to be truthful. I’m sorry I didn’t make it over to RED…” she shifted a bit to the side and looked back up at him. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” she smiled and took her gift from him, lazily pulling him into a one-arm hug. “Thank you… I have something for you too.” She let go of him and walked over to her piano, picking up a small box that was sitting on top of it. Inside it contained her old dog tags that she owned when she was a member of RED. “It’s… Not much, but I didn’t have any money.”
He shook the box gently, hearing that all too familiar metallic jingling sound ring through his ears. He opened the box gingerly, and took her old dog tag out, with a smile. “Awww, Sam… That’s really sweet of you.” Holding it to his heart for a moment, he closed his eyes; Imagining how he would run with confidence on the battlefield now. Every time he shifted, he could hear the two dog tags collide, and he would think of her. That was something he could fight for… She was something he would fight for, endlessly. Opening his eyes to look at her, he smiled. With that, he unsnapped his necklace, sliding her dog tag right next to his. “Thank you… I’ll never take it off.”
She stood there for a moment or so, then the sound of his voice brought back a bit of animation in her. She opened the door, a small grin placed on her lips. “Let you in? Noo! I can’t do that!” she teased, before gesturing him in. “I kid! Come on in.” She peered down at the present in his hands for just a moment or two, but she didn’t say anything about it. “You’re always welcome here, I just hope you don’t mind the mess I’ve made in here.”
He quietly chuckled. “You… You call this… A mess? Ohhh, you’re silly! Don’t you remember Red’s base? It’s a cozy hell of’a mess. This is spick and span, Sam.” Goofily grinning, his eyes shifted down to her gift. “Oh. This… Yeah. I came over here to talk. And to give yah this… Since I didn’t… Really… S-see you on Christmas. Sorry ‘bout that…” Extending a hand out to her, the gift with it, he shrugged. “I-I wish I could have seen you sooner. Still, I hope yah like it.”
Lately it seemed as if the base was more desolate. After the last round of transfers from Tuefort people to Mountain Lab, she had been left on her own. A good portion of those she held dear to her had went off, only leaving a few of her closest friends with her. Which, to be honest, was completely fine with her, but it could be so lonely at times.
During ceasefire, Samantha had little to do but hole herself up inside of her room, practice piano, or pester her friends. She barely left her room through-out the day; only to do trivial things. The small figure just sat at her piano, the soft tapping of keys keeping her mind very much occupied. “One… Two… Three—” she abruptly stopped. Was she hearing correctly? She leaned forward and to the left, closer to where she thought the sound was being produced. Okay, I’m not going crazy… At least, not yet anyways. She thought. Someone was definitely there.
The lady scout quickly hopped up to her feet and rushed to the door. “State your name.” she leaned against her door, hand on the knob and patiently waiting for an answer.
He could feel his throat quake for a moment. “…Panca-…I… It’s E-Elliot.” He hoped she wasn’t in a bad mood, that would be just his luck. He stood there for a few awkward moments, waiting for her to pry open her door. “Want to lemme’ in, Sammy?” He quietly mused, clutching her gift tighter, accidentally crinkling the papers of it.
Something wasn’t right. And that something was definitely that Elliot had not given Samantha her Christmas present, let alone seen her in a few weeks. It was bothering him unbearably, so, of course had to make another trip over to see her. It was just the right thing to do.
The sun was far from being in the sky, since it was the wintertime. Teufort seemed to be much colder than he would have imagined a desert to be. Socks pulled up high, scarf comfortably tussled around his neck, and her gift in his arms, he now stood at the entrance of the Blu’s base. It still gave him chills to trespass like this. But it was almost always for Sam, and that made it easier. He trekked through the base, nervously wringing his messily bandaged hands. Finally, after an eternity, someone he had asked told him where Sam’s room was.