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If wasn’t exactly glad he was on the island, he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t enjoying it. That made him feel a bit guilty though, that he was relaxing and enjoying himself when his family was an entire reality away. There was no helping it, he knew that, if he could go home he would. Part of him felt like he shouldn’t be enjoying himself this much without Mikaela, and as much as he missed her and there was a real, genuine ache at the absence of her presence, he couldn’t get past the fact that he was in what amounted to a tropical paradise.

Sure, there were dinosaurs on part of the island, some people were fictional characters, he slept in a sort of common room, and sometimes the island turned into candy, but overall it wasn’t that bad. There was even free food in the kitchen, which is where Sam found himself now, having a slightly late breakfast.

Next to his plate piled high with fruit and other assorted breakfast items, Sam had set a list. The list was of things that he should or needed to do here. He could just go through the rest of his time on the island doing nothing but hanging out. Room and board were free, clothes could be found in the clothes box (even if not reliably), and there really was no external need to do anything than just exist. Which was fine, for a bit. Sam definitely needed some decompression time. After everything back home with the Autobots and then finding himself here, doing and worrying about nothing for a while was healthy. But it wasn’t a routine that Sam wanted to keep forever. He had realized lately he wanted to do something with his life, he wanted it to mean something. Sam wasn’t sure just what he wanted it to mean, but he know he didn’t want it to mean nothing at all.

“Alright,” he mumbled to himself as he bit into an apple. “There’s school. Definitely doing school. Should I get a job? Do they have jobs? Maybe Zell could teach me to fight? Because that is seriously on a list of skills it would have been nice to have back home. Not that I could kung fu a Decepticon. Maybe I should add ‘learn to use a rocket launcher’ to my list. Is that even a possibility here? Do they even have guns on the island?”

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"Aaaaaand that sounds like a wrap," Sam said.

He hoped that he never got that bitter about people. Or about anything, really. Of course, having Earth nearly destroy would probably color anyone's outlook on life so he couldn't really blame her. There wasn't much more they could talk about on the subject though unless he wanted to hear her rehash how people suck, which he was pretty sure she would get bored of doing.

"So are you liking the island?"

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Maybe other people would have found it charming. Maybe, on some level deep down, Faye did as well. But at the end of the day, she didn't want to be questioned about her own experience on the island, didn't care to go over the wide ranges of emotions she'd had being there. She gave Sam a look, trying to decide if he was just that type of person, questioning every person he came across, trying to be nice.

She needed to let him know that she didn't need that.

"It's an island," she replied at last. "Whether or not I like it, I'm stuck here anyway for the foreseeable future. Like an extended vacation."

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Sam got the message loud and clear. He wondered if she had used up all her polite conversation moment or something, suddenly she didn't strike him as the type to be really sociable. Or it could have just been him that she was put off by. Maybe he had suddenly gotten all weird on the island but didn't notice because everyone else was weird.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, but you'd probably like to actually finish your meal in peace," Sam said, standing up from the table. "Thanks for the chat though."

Sam gave her a smile and a small wave before heading off to put his tray back.