I'm So Glad I Found You : Quintis Fic

Scars of the Past

"Great! We're out of ice cream. How did we run out of ice cream?" Toby grumbles. He picks up the empty carton and peers into it. He tips it upside down and nothing comes out. He throws it back onto the table in front of them, getting back to the game which Sage was beating him terribly at.

He was in a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt, relaxing on the couch playing Mario Kart with Sage. Who is also in her pajamas. They both changed into their comfy clothes as soon as they got home. The entire day had been stressful, and painful.

"You know. I think you've secretly been playing with Ralph or Happy, or something, because you're really good at this. Like, ridiculously good," Toby grumbles as Sage passes by him once again. Sage smirks and turns the last corner, finishing the race in first place like she had the past few games. Toby was right behind her, taking second. She puts the controller down on the coffee table, and turns to face him with a triumphant grin.

"What time is it?" Toby looks at his watch.

"It's almost 5:00, Happy should be getting home in about an hour," He answers, putting his own controller onto the coffee table and leaning back into the couch.

"Man, I'm tired," Sage yawed, "are you gonna let me go back to the garage tomorrow?" She pulled off the blanket thrown over her legs and copied Toby's actions

"Sure, but I can't be carrying you everywhere you want to go. It would get a little boring and become a bit of a hassle." He stands up and stretches his back a little bit, "For me and for you".

"I'll just bring my sketchbook tomorrow. That way I won't have to get up a lot," She says stretching her arms and back while seated on the couch. Toby nods his head.

"That'll work." He sits back down on the couch and pulls his messenger bag onto his lap, rummaging through it for a little while. Eventually he pulled out a photo.

"The real reason we were at the park today, was to find this guy. We thought he might be involved with your case, but you kind of got into a scuffle with those teenage boys, so we weren't there long enough to find him." Toby says, lifting the photo so Sage could see the picture of the man.

She sneered and her nostrils flared in annoyance.

"That guy stole my drawing and passed it on as his own." Sage crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. Turning her head away from the picture of the man.

"Really?! We can arrest him for that," Toby smiles, attempting to lighten the mood, but it doesn't seem to help..

Sage just sighed in defeat and dropped her arms to her sides, looking down at her lap.

"That's the problem he didn't really do anything illegal," she says. She turns her head to get a glance at his confused expression.

"What do you mean? Stealing and copyright are both illegal."

"Yes, but he bought it from me. I sold it to him for $50, and he turns around and sells it for a fortune. He never really said it was his art, but everyone assumed it was since he was selling it. So he got all the credit. I didn't think the drawing was all that good. I just needed some quick money for food and clean water."

"Oh", was all he could say. He leaned back into the couch.

"Well, we'll keep looking for the other guy, but if you want we can prove that the drawing was really yours and it would ruin him. Plus people would buy things from you for a bunch of money," Toby suggests. He was already elaborately planning some scheme to get the guy to admit to buying the drawing.

"No. That draws attention to me. I don't want to be famous, I just want to be normal like everyone else," her jaw went slack, and she fell back against the couch, "That's why I hide that I'm a genius. I hate being smart," she grumbles.