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(001) Holo: Arrival: Web Date Interrupted.

"No, no, I'm listening."

"You really aren't."

"I'm totally listening." Sam mumbled, tilting his head towards the computer sleepily and biting back a yawn. It was a week since he'd been able to talk his way into getting back to college, and his and Mikaela's first web date since then. The only problem was, it was a late one, and he'd been studying like a lunatic to catch up with his classes. A guy could only take so much.

Still, Mikaela was starting to sound a little pissed. "Sam, come on. And stop leaning out of the frame like I won't know exactly what you're doing."

He jerked from his comfortable position in his chair, now ruined by being found out, and rubbed his eyes. "Okay. I'm here. I'm up, I'm awake, I'm here." He straightened up in front of the desk, and smiled to prove it. "Here, see? And look at you, you look great. This is the best web date ever."

She tried hard not to laugh. "This is the first web date ever." She pointed out, rolling her eyes at him. "The only web date ever. And if you want to keep doing this until I can get a place there--"

"I do." Sam nodded quickly. If a guy couldn't get laid, he'd web date until he could web date no more. "I promise. I'm listening. What were you saying about the garage?"

And then she was talking again. And as hard as he tried to listen, Sam couldn't help leaning back in the chair ever so slowly. It was his Dad's fault, really, he'd bought him such a good chair. All that going on and on about how important it was for him to have something that wouldn't damage his back, because he'd be spending so much time on the computer writing paper after paper after paper after--

"Sam!"

"What?!" Sam's eyes snapped open, and he nearly fell out of his chair in an attempt to sit up again.

And then he found himself tripping and falling into a metal wall anyway. Sam yelped in a manner that was less than cool, and turned quickly, falling back against another metal wall in the process. "What the... What the hell?"

A metal room. A metal room that he shouldn't be in. A metal room that he'd been clearly kidnapped from where he'd been to be there now.

Mikaela was going to be so pissed.

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"Another new arrival, I see."

Helen stopped unloading her car when the new voice popped over the tablet. She stood, pushing the hood up, and moving her wrist around to look at the holo message. Defiantly a new arrival. No one else seemed to use the holo function afterwards.

"There should be a small table with a device on it, it looks like some sort of cellphone. Once you've picked that up, you can leave the room in. Welcome to Taxon, I'm afraid."

Sam immediately looked to the pedestal with a face in the screen. A hot face, though older, and definitely British. Maybe the woman who'd kidnapped him? No, no, she'd said 'I'm afraid'. And with the British, that was definitely a negative thing. Like an apology. Right.

"Taxon?" He asked lamely, and would've moved on to another question had he not heard that familiar barking. "... Mojo?" No way.

Mojo was running around his feet, trying to escape the odd metal space they were currently occupying. When the dog noticed the stairs, he bolted down. "Whoa, Mojo, hang on!" Sam ran after him, and looked down at the screen. "Who are you?"

She couldn't help but laugh at the scene as it played out. "The city's name is Taxon. Mine is Helen Magnus. Dr. Helen Magnus. A pleasure to meet you." Her eyebrows perked up as she quirked her head slightly. "Mojo?"

"One second." Sam said quickly to Helen, shoving the weird metallic Sidekick/iTouch whatever into his pocket and running after his dog. "Mojo! Seriously! Not okay!"

But Mojo ignored him, bolting up to the door on the opposite end of the room and pawing at it. He smelled something that seemed like a good idea, but what it was, Sam couldn't tell. And he was almost sure he didn't want to know.

"Okay, are you done now?" He scooped the dog up, holding him in one arm as he dug the weird thing with the British woman back out again. Helen Magnus. Dr. Helen Magnus. "Hi. Mojo's my dog. I'm Sam." Where was Bumblee when you needed him?

"What's going on?"

"Hello." Helen greeted and laughed again. She nodded to the dog, waving to it slightly with her other hand. "Samuel, it is than." Assuming that Sam was short for Samuel. Helen was stubborn and used proper names.

Her eyes went up as she closed the trunk of the car. "You've been brought to a city named Taxon. You and Mojo, that is. It's a large underground city. There are several of us that are stuck here, and have been."

"Have been?" Sam repeated, just as lamely as he'd sounded before. That wasn't good. That sounded like a stretch of time that meant he wasn't getting out of here anytime soon. "Is this... Did they..." Wait. Wait.

He had no idea what this woman was like. And if he started spouting off questions about Decepticons, and whether or not they had anything to do with this, he might lose one the only connection he had around here. That would be stupid.

Mojo whined a little and licked at his hand. Sam hefted him a bit, adjusting the dog under his arm so he wouldn't drop him. "So do you know who did this? And how many is several, anyway?" It wasn't seven, it was a group. And if it was a big group... Maybe this was Sector Sev-- No, no, it wasn't them.

"No one knows who is responsible, I'm afraid. There are several theories floating around, of course. Aliens, government conspiracies, alternate universes. All seem valid in the realm of possibility." Helen shrugged slightly. "And by several, I mean that we could probably have started up a small village by now just on our own. Perhaps even bigger than that. I'm not quite sure what our numbers are. Though, there are fourteen people that live within my home."

Still hardly anything like the number she had back home, but it was growing slowly.

She had to have one hell of a home to be wracking up those kind of numbers. Sam nodded, unsure of exactly what to say after that. Bumblebee and the Autobots might try to find him, but it sounded like that wasn't going to happen. He had to think someone else would've gotten the rest of them out of there if it could.

"Wow." He heard himself mutter, and looked to the door. He found himself hesitating instead of just opening it, even if Mojo had been so enthusiastic not too long ago. "Is it safe to get out of here?" Dumb question, maybe, but it felt like a good idea to ask anyway.

"Certainly." She nodded and gestured forward as if she were in the room with him. "Outside the building you're in is the city. It's possible you've brought a place from home with you. Rather, thee city decided to recreate a place for you. It has for several people I know, including myself. Be careful with Mojo. It is a rather large city."

"He'll stay with me." For all the good that'd do either of them as far as staying safe right now, he had no idea what the hell sort of things were beyond this door. Still, it wasn't like he could stay in the big empty weird as hell room forever.

Sam sighed and grabbed the doorknob, turning it and pulling the door open. And without allowing himself any time to think, he walked right out... Into the extremely huge city. "Wow." He muttered.

"How do I know if there's a place for me to stay here?"

Helen gestured to the tablet. "There's a map on the tablet, the device. It will list locations that have been brought with people. If there is something from home, it ought to be marked with a name you recognize."

Sam nodded, and put Mojo down so he could focus squarely on the tablet. When the dog started to run, he sighed out of exasperation. "Mojo! Stay!" The dog looked back at him blankly. Sam rolled his eyes. "Stay."

The dog stayed.

Sam examined the tablet, and pressed a few buttons. Finally, a map popped up. After a little more fiddling, he shook his head. "I'm not seeing anything." Which meant he was not only kidnapped, he was homele-- "Mojo, seriously!"

Mojo ran back again like a goodboy.

It was entirely too amusing to watch the boy try to command the smaller dog. Helen found back a laugh and just smiled broadly instead. There was a reason she never had a pet as a child.

"Nothing. Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." He nodded, wondering what that meant for him now, exactly. It wasn't as though he couldn't live on his own really, it was just a matter of where, and how he was going to eat, and did a place like this really have money? Or maybe they just gave each other food, but then where--

This was complicated.

"You know a place I could stay, maybe?" Damn it.

"Well, there are numerous places. There are a few hotels, or..." Helen glanced behind her at the Sanctuary. "If you don't feel comfortable in either of those, I could offer a room for you. Until you found somewhere more suitable."

Even though most the people there never left anyways.

"Really?" Should he be suspicious of that? No, she was in the same situation he was, it wasn't a bad thing. At least, as far as he knew. And maybe it'd be better to be with other people. She did say she had fourteen people living with her.

"Are you sure you have enough room?" Oh, if he only knew.

Helen smiled and turned her wrist towards the Sanctuary, to show the building over the small tablet screen. Not all of it could be seen, of course, but a good fair amount.

"I believe I do, Samuel."

And Sam definitely got the idea. "Whoa." He blurted out when he processed that there was a lot beyond that initial view. "... Okay."

And it looked pretty cool too, really. "Then if it's alright, I'll take a room there." Yeah, definitely.

"Do you need someone to come pick you up?"

"Probably a good idea." Sam admitted, and looked up at all the buildings once again. "Jeez." He muttered.

"Some of this stuff looks like it's been here for a while."

Eric smirked at the hologram that had popped up on his tablet. Another new arrival, and this one looked to be quite a bit of fun.

"Points for an original entrance, but I'm afraid we'll have to deduct on the dismount." Yes, Sam - this was a fantastic start to your life here in Taxon. A bastardy blond vampire watching you squirm.

Sarcasm wasn't helping, damn it. Sam looked to the pedestal not too far from him, and moved towards it. But before he could reach it to check out the new face, he heard a yelp under his feet as he almost stepped on something.

Looking down, he just flat out didn't believe it. "Mojo!" Sam reached down, picking the dog up and looking to the weird tablet thing. He picked that up as well, and saw the highly entertained face he wasn't sure he liked on the screen. "Who're you?"

The small yappy dog got an arched eyebrow out of Eric. Not exactly the most useful of programmed possessions, but it wasn't as if one was able to choose what he brought.

"Eric Northman," he said dryly. "My amazing powers of observation tell me the dog is Mojo, so that just leaves you to complete this introductory circle."

Sam laughed when Mojo started licking at his face, and was almost grateful for something familiar. Even if it was weird that whoever kidnapped him had also decided to snatch his dog. He had a car that would be a lot more interesting to the kind of person who'd do this, after all. "Sam." He held Mojo at a slight distance so the licking would be over. "Sam Witwicky."

Which left the almighty question at last. "Where am I?"

"Sam Witwicky," he repeated, enunciating it. An odd name. Eric looked him over appraisingly. He was rather good at judging, but it was always best to check. Assuming did make an ass out of you and me. "Human, I take it?"

He waved a hand to indicate the entirety of the place. "You are now in Taxon. Quaint little place, but it has its high points if one keeps an open mind."

Why was it people always got stuck on the last name? "Yeah..." He said slowly, wondering what aside from human was hanging out here, and listened to the rest of what Eric had to say. Taxon. That sounded, well, like something out of a scifi novel. So basically, like something out of his life.

"How is there a high point to being kidnapped to some place with a weird name?" He was missing the boat on that one.

It's a strange name, Sam. Even to someone who's been around and heard pretty much every name ever. Besides, 'Witwicky' is just fun to say.

"There is the entire free room and board, being able to hatch up most anything you could want. And, this is a personal bonus, of course, but I have enjoyed not bursting into flame when the sun comes up." Eric shrugged nonchalantly.

He wasn't sure he actually wanted to know what that was about, but Sam couldn't help asking. "So you're trying to tell me what, that you're a vampire?" He laughed it off. Mostly.

But since aliens clearly existed, it didn't go so well. "... You're not, right? I mean come on, that's just like... That'd be too weird. Right?" No, he didn't believe it.

Eric simply smirked, and it grew wider as the boy faltered. Man, it was just too much fun when sharing the v-word with people who didn't already know.

"I'm not trying to say anything. Merely stating." He let his fangs run out ever so slowly as he spoke - by the time he finished, he grinned to show off the desired effect.

And 'freaked out' was a vast and ridiculously inaccurate understatement in the face of this one. It just... Was. "Oh." Sam muttered as his brain tried to process what he was seeing. Those really were fangs. Very long, very unpleasant looking fangs.

On a vampire. A real live vampire. Well, not so much 'live' as it was a vampire. "... I'm uh... I'm... I'll be... I'm uh... I should go. And find some place to do stay." Away from the vampire.

Retracting the fangs, Eric gave a low, dark chuckle. Humans really were too easy sometimes. But that was what made them so very entertaining distractions.

"That would be very wise, Mr. Witwicky. Who knows how long you'll be here with us - you might as well make yourself comfortable." He gave a slow wink before continuing, "I'm sure we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other."

Was Eric milking this? What gave you your first clue.

Edited 2009-11-19 21:48 (UTC)

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