allison (raheta) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-15 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather mason, sam winchester |
WHO: Heather & Sam.
WHAT: A surprise!
WHEN: Tonight at eight.
WHERE: His room.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Heather had been through a lot in her life, and there was no denying that. But it seemed all of a sudden, out of nowhere, things just swelled up and came at her all at once. Not that that was unusual, either, but she hadn't been doing the best job dealing with it. She never really noticed it before, because she'd been by herself pretty much the whole time (she supposed she had Douglas, but she'd spent much of her time being pissed at him anyway), but she didn't have the best coping skills. The cutting had always been a problem, even if she'd lessened in that habit a whole lot by now, but she was lashing out over the stupidest things, acting immature and evasive, shutting herself off from time to time. Probably expected behavior, considering, but she didn't want to be like that. Her Dad wouldn't want her to be like that, especially to people she cared about the most, and especially to herself.
The last 'bad thing' that had happened was finding out that somewhere in the future, where Ruby had come from, she and Sam had slept together. If Heather really sat down to think about it, it wasn't something to be angry for. The Sam she knew hadn't done it, and Ruby certainly had no romantic interest in him either way, but for some reason, she'd flown off the handle. Now, though, she'd cooled down, and she'd managed to calm herself long enough to come up with an idea of how to make things right again, at least as far as she and Sam were concerned. And she wasn't just doing it to make herself feel better, but to make him feel better, as well. He certainly wasn't off skipping through fields and singing Disney songs somewhere with a goofy grin on his face.
Making sure someone had gone with her, Heather made it an appoint to do a little shopping earlier in the day, right after leaving the note on Sam's bed for him to meet her back in his room at eight tonight. She hoped he did, rather than ignoring the attempt to really make up for the sake of being stubborn. And she also hoped he just had the time to spare for a little while.
Making sure to lock the door behind her for the sake of privacy, she set to work and kept an eye on the clock the whole time. She'd never even so much as attempted anything romantic in her life, but she was going to try harder than she ever had before to do all of this right. She bought a whole bunch of candles of varying heights, colors, and scents and scattered them around the room. The outfit she'd bought a little while back had been pulled out from the bottom of a drawer from when she'd stuffed it there and slipped into for the first time. She lit the candles, put the radio on to some mellow soft rock station, and turned off the lights. It wasn't much, but she was proud of herself as she looked around with fifteen minutes to spare. It hadn't taken long, or it wouldn't have if she wasn't so picky about the candles' placement, what kind of music to have playing, or what she looked like herself, but she was going for perfection, or as close as she possibly could get.
There was still one more thing, though, and as she turned around to look at Sam's bed, her gaze fell on a small velvet box that she'd laid there earlier and softened immediately. Inside was a ring. Not an engagement ring, but a piece of jewelry that was still incredibly important to her. The time she'd gone to her Dad's apartment and found her baby blanket, she'd also found a ring tucked away as well. It was the only thing like it she'd found, and while she didn't know what the simple silver band represented to him, she knew it had to have a special meaning if he had it with him even in this place. Sam had given her the bracelet, which she was currently wearing as always, and she wanted to return the favor in a way that he could carry with him. She didn't know what size he would wear, or if he would really want to wear it as an actual ring, so she put it on a chain that he could wear as a necklace, tucked away inside of his shirt or something instead.
With a small smile, even as she could feel emotion building up inside of her, she sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled the box in both hands. She could've kept it herself, but she wanted Sam to have it. He was important to her, and she loved him. If she gave him this, she felt it was a proper way to show him that.
Another glance at the clock, and she saw that it was nearing eight with just a few minutes to go. Still holding onto the box, she unlocked the door again and sat back down to wait.