We didn't do anything (closed)

As every morning he had risen early, and had finished a quick breakfast in the quiet kitchen , it was always empty at that hour of the morning and as usual after a meal he went to the Danger Room to train. Whenever it was empty he used it, usually his luck to find it so was better in the morning, but not today. So he decided to go to visit his master perhaps he could find him at his room and he could teach him some new movement. The little Singer had always suspected that Sam was much more than what he claimed to be or at least he had been more ... how could someone be so good at self defense without belonging to some sort of special force? Perhaps he had been a member of SWAT. If he was on of theme he would have much more to teach him ... but if Fausto could not find him there he would have a change to discover some hint of his past. It was not very legal, but was easier to ask him about it .

Using all the experience he had earned during his training with Luke ,he moved through the deserted halls like a snake among sand dunes, he was not invisible but Luke had taught him well and even if it seemed contradictory it was much more difficult to hide from Luke despite its blindness than from any other person. His body zigzagged between the corners hiding him from any possible enemy, if he was lucky to not find Sam nobody had to know he had entered in Sam's room . Hopefully his pets would treat him well, It would not be very difficult if they were all as lovely and manageable as Kenzie. Someone like him would not have wild beasts in his room as guards. Fausto relied to much on luck , it was all about luck for him . If the dog showed his teeth he would show his own.
Someone was already outside his door, Could it be a spy? Could him be another Sam's student trying to decipher his secrets? No , he was ...

¨ Hey Sheen! What are you doing? ¨

Fausto recognized him almost instantly and yelled to him without paying attention to the headphones blocking his ears , he was the guy that had shared a pool game with him , he had also played in the snow with Kasumi the day of her arrival ... ¨ Was it his name? Yes, it sounded exactly like that ... anyway ... if he was not called so , I will oblige him to be called Sheen, I always have to be right and all the reality should bend to show what I say. ¨

>>"Hey Sheen! What are you doing?"

"Hold on to the feelin'~! Streetlight people!!" Shin spun around, hand windmilling through the air to stop, pointing straight at Fausto's chest. He opened his eyes and saw him. "Huh? What're you doin' here, Fausto? Wait..." Shin glanced over his shoulder at where he'd ended up during his self-inflicted chorus. Sam's room? His eyes hopped back to Fausto. "Paying Sam an early-morning training visit, are we? Well, okay. Hey Sam!!" Shin beat on the door.

"Hey Sam! It's me, Shin." Hard accent on the 'in'. Not quite an 'een'. "Me and Fausto are out here. Come out."

'And though the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and ooooon.'~ Music continued streaming from his headphones as Shin pounded noisily on the door.

'Strangers, waiting...'

The singing continued for a few seconds more, probably until Shin actually realized that there was someone calling for him. With blue eyes on the door, Alexandra found out that the other person name was Fausto. Not anyone she knew, it seemed. And then, the knock on the door and the lovely comment of Sam being with a girl. Definitely she would stay silent until both the Sheen/Shin and Fausto would be gone.

The body of the molecule manipulator moved, mind now focused on keeping the silence in the room and temporary forgetting about the uniform. She was already half-way up when her hand described an arc just a bit more wider than necessary. Her hand connected with something, just as she managed to stand up. Then it came the sound, first a small thud then the shattering glass. A more desperate look appeared on Alexandra's head turned to the side slowly. Blue eyes first fell on the surface of the nightstand, then moved to the deranged alarm clock, the undamaged picture frame of little Sam, Dom and their parents only to follow the black power cord stretched over the nightstand. Eyes moved to the floor where the cord connected with the metal support of what once was a nice night lamp. Now, only pieces of blackish blue glass were the only reminder of it.

Alexandra let out a groan. This definitely wasn't the luckiest day of her life.

"... Sam? "

¨ No, is not Sam! is a thief! ¨ A thief that wanted to steal the secret scrolls of Sam with all his techniques. How dare he try to steal them before Iron did! He almost expected to hear a howling alarm, announcing that something important had been taken from his glass box surrounded by lasers. But there was no alarm, Sam may not have such things in his room, perhaps the pets were playing with each other? or a drunk Sam tried to get up to meet its obligations as Shin had said.

Fausto was prepared for a fight, he quickly verify his teeth and lips to be wet with his deadly watery fluid , touched both with the tongue at a speed and with a confidence he had gained with time and errors, many errors. He did it always at the imminent danger . so he was ready for whatever came. If something bite him he would bite back .Sighing, he saw how Shin also stole his chance to be the hero 'cause he was closer to the door then he jumped into it with all his strength to force it to open but the door was not locked.

Floor.

Then leg. Then other leg. Then...

Shin rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Yeah... it certainly was a nice ceiling~ No embarrassing details there~

"Hi, Alex~" He blushed at the ceiling fan. Around and around and around. Shin sat up and rested his arms on his knees. His eyes fell on Fausto in the doorway, and stayed there. "Just... what exactly are you doing here...dressed… like that?"

Er… he’d ask the important, yet obvious questions first, right? Yeah. Because Sam’s girlfriend in Sam’s room was totally an unexplained mystery of the world, likened to the statues on Easter Island. For a moment, Shin imagined Sam’s face as a moai. Big broad eyebrows, upward-jutting lip. Stern, forehead tacitity.

Yup. Sam’d stomp on him like a statue later on. And Shin would allow it. Sam deserved his revenge.

What was she doing in Sam's room, dressed in his shirt? One simple question with a simple answer. Looking for her clothes. Then why did Shin's eyes looked like he was accusing her of something else? "We didn't do anything!" she replied as her hands rose slightly in the air as if she was defending herself. Blue eyes turned away from Shin. She wasn't supposed to say that. A reddish color adorned her cheeks in the following moments, as her eyes traveled from the wall to Fausto.

Blank stare.

What was he doing? Alexandra stared in pure disbelief as the boy... took off his pants? First the button, then the zipper and in the next moment he was holding the pants in his hand, blue baggy boxers out for the world to see. The molecule manipulator was frozen in place, eyes on the kid, hands raised slightly in the air.

¨ Put some pants on , if you don't want us to stare at you. '

The piece of clothing was thrown into the air for her to catch. Blue eyes watched it how it traveled trough the air.

And the molecule manipulator was still frozen in place.