Summer let this moment she spent with her friends and first family last to such extent that satisfied her enough. She had even noticed her own red shades in good hands with Waylon, who kept it in the front pocket of his jacket.
"Glad you're still using my shades, Way." Summer said to him.
Waylon smiled. "Well, they're my lucky charm." He said.
Summer chuckled. "And, well... I did hear about this heist right around the corner." She said, then drunk from her mug.
Waylon and his friends exchanged glazes at eachother, slightly sweating.
"No, guys, really. I understand. Jade roped you all into it, huh? Why would you let her, though?" Summer asked.
Waylon sighed. "She just got back, is all. Things... went like... in the way of the old days." He said, slowly shaking his head as he disappointingly peered down. "I mean like I said, Jade acted differently."
"Athin's gonna be pissed when she finds out about the heist." Summer chuckled. "Seriously, though. Just ask Jade something. The only one here who can put some sense into her,"
The Huntress hastily pressed her finger onto the fore head of Waylon, who sat beside her.
"...is you, Waylon Blake."
He reacted rather calmly, and nodded. This was definitely because he grew up with Jade. Summer did too, but she was currently busy to help out now.
"For now, atleast." Summer said. "I'm sorry, I'd help out if I could but---I just have to check on my kids and I have to be open for missions that might pop up anytime soon." She sighed.
"Hey, it's alright. We got this." Sterling said to her.
"That's right." Waylon said, then smiled at Summer.
"I mean after all, they're gonna need their Super mom." He said.
Summer felt grateful, as she smiled warmly at them all. Her silver eyes were defined to be glad. "Thank you all."
After a while, it was time for Summer to flee and bid them that good old luck.
"You better stay out of trouble, Lil' bro. I don't want my kids to lose an uncle." Summer said to Waylon, playfully pushing him.
"Don't worry too much, and neither should they." He replied, and smirked.
Summer smiled. "Hop out of this rodeo like you'd handled the rest, right?" She said to him, in the form of her speech from her younger years, which was considered nostalgic for anyone who grew up around or with her.
The two bumped their fists.
"By the way, Waylon." Summer said.
"Yeah?" Waylon asked.
"You'll find someone, I promise." She said as she boarded her motorcycle, knowing how he must feel so good for her to have a family.
He grinned softly. "I'll try."
Later when closing time for the bar was at hand, the barmaid whose face they knew took exit from the back of the bar. Holding her leather bag with her tightly. Sammy opened the fence gate, and seemed to have cleared her mind to such extent that she could not hear the rough buzzing sound of a bike engine nearby right next to her when she got out.
"Handful shift?" Waylon asked, with his arms crossed.
Sammy's eyes widened, recalling the fact that they have things in need of discussion.
"...Not my first," She lowered her head. "As you'd know..." Her eyes softened into as it were those of a tamed predator.
Waylon sighed and slightly shook his head, looking down at her like he understood what she was going through anyway. "Come on. It's not like I'm mad... just... surprised, is all. You can talk to me."
Sammy felt at ease, but-
"Well, then I guess we should start whatever this is someplace else."
...
"Just to wrap it all up, is all." Waylon said, as they hung around a fence that was connected to a nearby farm of one of Waylon's friends. A place where they could let the wind stride over their hairs, to be at ease considering the topic at hand.
"You really had to bring me here." Sammy said to him, smirked as they looked over the farm distances away from them. Even she knew whom lived in the farm ahead.
"So it was a revenge story?" He asked.
It took Sammy a few seconds to answer. "You know it was. I couldn't live knowing the people who took away my parents were living and breathing." She said, before looking away and gazing at the sight of the farm.
Waylon sighed. "Welp, atleast it's over. All in the past now. When did it all--"
"A few days ago." Sammy said and interrupted him.
"Oh." Waylon said, awkwardly trying to compose himself awesomely on the fence he leaned on while reassuring her.
"Well... I'm just glad you're okay. Just wanted to check on you and how you feel about it." He said, raising a brow.
"Now you know it's not exactly something I wanna talk about now, huh?" Sammy said, as she turned to Waylon with a sly smirk.
Waylon nodded. "Sorry for asking. I sure caused a disturbance there, didn't I?" he smirked back.
"Not really a disturbance. No. Unless you were someone else." Sammy said, then her smirk vanished, and was replaced by a dull frown.
"It wasn't fair..." She said, as her face darkened, and she peered down. Waylon kept wondering what it meant to her, and how she was driven into vengeance and blood. His friend in her needed help cleaning up her mess and he knew it.
Sammy sighed, before lifting her head back up then she turned to Waylon. She provided a hard stare, as she tilted her head.
"Waylon. What would you say about a nice faunus couple adopting a human kid?" She asked him.
Waylon raised his brows, concerned. A positive response followed. "Why, I'd say it's great." He said. "Why ask?"
Sammy slowly shook her head, as if she were to deliver devastating news. She gave him pieces of the puzzle and she decided to hand over the last one.
"Well... I am that kid. Human... kid." She said sadly, her voice about to be strained from the grief she was experiencing. "Some racist assholes broke into our house one day and... y'know." Her voice deepened, and soon, her eyes went glassy. She tried to look away from Waylon to cloak her exterior sadness.
Waylon placed his hands on her shoulders in order to provide comfort. "Things happen, Sammy. I'm sorry..." He said as he tried to lift her back up with words that were more than what they were.
She crossed her arms, still slowly shaking her head due to the grief that was bewildering her.
"They didn't even know what they were truly fighting for. They killed them, and for what?" Then finally, her tears escaped their ducts, then streamed down her cheeks like thin fountains pouring itself down the most saddest lake ever seen.
"My parents never did anything wrong." She weeped, and slowly grabbed hold of Waylon tightly. Her fingernails dug into the leather of his jacket like teeth, but it was no problem for him.
The biker kept rubbing her back, giving more comfort. Then carefully told her more. "Well, that's the thing about people, Sammy." Waylon started. "In this world? The Grimm aren't the only monsters."
Sammy continued to let her tears flow down her cheeks. She remembered both that first and last time she saw her parents. Then thought back on all the people she had despised over the years then later disposed of them. Waylon was right about people, and she recalled this certain nature. Not only that, she even realized that she had killed for her parents.
The biker proceeded to softly pull her into a hug. "Your parents are proud of the woman you've become, believe me." Waylon then went and spoke words she will never forget, words delivered with such heart and care.
"Even if you'd killed for them. They'll always love you, and watch you from the stars. Cherishing every second you live and breath on this world." He said to the weeping Huntress he held in his arms.
"Hey! Is she alright?" The familiar loud voice of Douglas signaled from behind. The pair didn't notice him pull-up on their bikes, accompanied by the wolf and the rhino.
"Great, I think you just ruined their moment." Griselda said to Douglas who hissed at her.
"Shut up! What moment?" He said.
"Guys, hey." Waylon greeted them, as he still chose to give comfort to Sammy. "What's the news?"
"Screw the news for a second. Is she okay?" Sterling told him.
"Yeah, she will be." Waylon said as Sammy, in his arms, slowly stopped crying. Later wiping her last tears and turned away from Waylon.
"You alright?" Waylon asked.
"I'm fine now." Sammy chuckled then turned back to them. Now looking more glad without tears, and even smiled at them.
"Go on. Looks like you got business to attend to." She said.
"Look at you two sweet-talkin'." Griselda said.
"Shuddup and tell me what's going on." Waylon chuckled, asked his friends as he got on his bike.
"It's Jade. She says she got something for you." Griselda replied. "But more like something to show you, 'cause... she was hanging out in a cave."
"Gotcha." Waylon wired up his bike, his engine roaring as he started it. He and Sammy made eye contact and warmly smiled at eachother.
"Please stay like that, girl. I like a glad Sammy." He said to her.
"Oh, I'll try." Sammy said and smirked. "And besides, I will be okay."
"Good. Stay out of trouble then, Sammy. Catch you later." Waylon winked at her then he and his friends took a u-turn along the path heading for Jade's location.
Sammy watched them ride off in glee. Admiring their style, and most plausibly Waylon himself. Whom proved to be a very good friend to her.
Too good of a friend.
She also realized she'll have to be walking all the way to home now.
Sammy sighed. "Oh, for crudsakes." She shrugged, as she headed back to town on foot all the way from this farm road.