![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
New York, Tuesday Fandom Time
May. 22nd, 2012 09:57 am"You're doing what?"
Savannah sighed as she turned to look at her fiance. "You heard me, Johnny. Paige and Lucas need my help."
"Let them find someone else to do it."
"Johnny, they can't. Their faces are too well known and mine isn't. I can go undercover without any problems to get the information that we need."
"They need, not you. You don't need it for anything." Johnny's face was tight. "I don't know why you still work for them when you don't need the money, Savannah. Between me and your trust fund, you don't havr to work and cvan focus on your art and other things."
"Other things being you?" She shook her head, reaching out to take his hand. "Johnny, we've been through all of this so many times before. I love that you want to take care of me, but I enjoy working and earning my own way. I like helping the supernatural community as a member of the Council and I don't want to touch my trust fund unless I absolutely need to." She ran a hand through his hair. "Besides, when we finally do pick a wedding day, I don't want anyone to say I'm only marrying you for your money."
"Let them say what the hell they want, I don't care. What's the point of having all of this if I can't pamper and spoil the woman that I love?" He pulled her close. "I don't like you doing risky and dangerous stuff like this, Savannah."
"I'm not exactly fond of you putting yourself in danger, either, Johnny."
"It's what I do. I'm a super hero."
She pulled back far enough so that she could tilt her head and look up at him. "And what about me, Johnny? What am I?"
( Nothing Good Ever Happens From A Fire And Dynamite Fight )
Even after she was on the jet and headed to Oregon, Savannah couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was very wrong.
Savannah sighed as she turned to look at her fiance. "You heard me, Johnny. Paige and Lucas need my help."
"Let them find someone else to do it."
"Johnny, they can't. Their faces are too well known and mine isn't. I can go undercover without any problems to get the information that we need."
"They need, not you. You don't need it for anything." Johnny's face was tight. "I don't know why you still work for them when you don't need the money, Savannah. Between me and your trust fund, you don't havr to work and cvan focus on your art and other things."
"Other things being you?" She shook her head, reaching out to take his hand. "Johnny, we've been through all of this so many times before. I love that you want to take care of me, but I enjoy working and earning my own way. I like helping the supernatural community as a member of the Council and I don't want to touch my trust fund unless I absolutely need to." She ran a hand through his hair. "Besides, when we finally do pick a wedding day, I don't want anyone to say I'm only marrying you for your money."
"Let them say what the hell they want, I don't care. What's the point of having all of this if I can't pamper and spoil the woman that I love?" He pulled her close. "I don't like you doing risky and dangerous stuff like this, Savannah."
"I'm not exactly fond of you putting yourself in danger, either, Johnny."
"It's what I do. I'm a super hero."
She pulled back far enough so that she could tilt her head and look up at him. "And what about me, Johnny? What am I?"
( Nothing Good Ever Happens From A Fire And Dynamite Fight )
Even after she was on the jet and headed to Oregon, Savannah couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was very wrong.
