Merry (belated) Christmas, @blitztheinkling! Here is your much anticipated gift in its entirety! This was a blast to work on, so I hope you enjoy it as well. :) Here's a little snippet of the fic, but you can read the rest on AO3 through the link below:
The ordeal started with no fanfare whatsoever. They were maybe ten minutes into the second leg of the hike. Chris was beginning to huff and puff again, but Sam barely noticed this time. Last nightās rain had made the moss as slippery as ice on the smooth rocks peppering this part of the trail, and footing was more treacherous than usual. Her visual check-ups on Chris grew more frequent, as she trusted his ability not to fall on his ass considerably less than she trusted her own. But by liberally stabbing the ground with his walking stick and putting all of his weight on it, he was actually managing fairly well. Until they got to a part of the trail that sloped steeply downward. Sam was focused on finding the next trustworthy rock to step on, when she heard an unassuming squeak followed by Chrisā breathless voice softly going, āWhoop!ā That was it. That was Sam's only indication that something had gone wrong, but her spidey-sense was going off hard enough to make her turn around and see what happened.Ā The last thing she expected to find was nothing.Ā Literally nothing.Ā Chris was gone.Ā
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