Board Thread:Grimm Fanfic/@comment-24460574-20140531045725/@comment-4672536-20140625212804

Sam Fisch: Wakes up in the plane with a bad headache. See's Hannah is drawing something. He wipes his face with his hand. Thinking: "Where are we? That's right, plane. Stowaways. *Laughs on the inside* Why? Right, escape Hund-Mauvais. What is Hannah doing? Oh, she's drawing? What's she drawing? Can I ask her? Oh, of course you can you doofus."

Sam talking: What are you drawing? *Clearly tired.* Hannah talking: A new Wesen I saw. It's very rare. Sam talking: Cool. What is it? Hannah turns the drawing to face Sam. It is a Veno-Draconis, a komodo-dragon like Wesen. Sam nods and Hannah continues adding details. Sam thinks about his mother and sister. He sighs. He turns to Hannah. Sam talking: When we were in the other plane, I was shocked that you and Peri were together, not because, you're both women, but, because she's a Klaustreich and you're a Grimm. How does that work?

Hannah talking: It's a bit complicated. Sam talking: I can see that. Hannah talking: I can sense you want to talk about it. Sam talking: Yes, I do. Hannah talking: Too bad. It's not important. Sam talking: I never said it was. Hannah: I can tell you think it is. Sam: No. I just wanted to know how that works. Hannah: All that matters is I love her, and she loves me. Sam: Okay. Hannah: What. Do we know where were going? Sam: No. Hannah: This sounds brilliant you know? I wish we had time to, because we all have passports, right? Sam: I do. Hannah: Oh, we have guns. Sam: Yes, I have a gun to. Hannah: We have guns. Sam: Yes, you said that. Hannah: We have guns! Sam looks confused. Sam: Oh, right. They wouldn't let us through. Hannah: You just have to have a license and they let you carry it.

Sam: Really? Hannah: Yes! You're so gullible of course not! Sam: You're trying to get away from our previous conversation aren't you? Hannah: What previous conversation? Sam: Oh, you really are then. Hannah: Really are what? Sam: Avoiding it! Hannah: Oh, god. We are in the tiniest place possible on a plane. Please let this plane land already! Hannah lays and Sam stares at the wall. Sam thinking: Does she hate me? No. Where the hell are we going? Nevermind. He falls asleep quick too.