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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-28 17:24:00

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!complete, day 20, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Twenty - Late Night
Who: Shannon Rutherford & Sam Winchester
What: Shannon sneaks back to the museum
Where: the museum
When: late night
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

When the sun had gone down and the daylight had diminished to nothing more than a soft moon-cast glow, Shannon was able to sneak out of the theater without worrying too much about being attacked by the Hitchcockesque birds lining all the rooftops of the Glass Cage. Still, she'd managed to sustain a few rogue pecks to her arms and the back of her head when she hadn't been paying attention, but they'd been half-hearted attacks and she'd been able to swat them away.

The museum was pitch black in the lobby when she walked in, but it was familiar enough, still, that she didn't have to think too hard in order to navigate. She remembered the way and didn't need light to guide her across the room, down the hall, and into the room in which she'd slept with Sam for nearly three weeks. The door creaked gently when she opened it and crept inside, and she cringed instinctively, not wanting to wake him.

Sam was lying on the floor in the same place he always laid and was sleeping as she closed the door very slowly behind herself. In spite of herself, she couldn't help smiling a little as she approached his form. Lucky him, she thought, that he was able to relax enough to sleep. She didn't think she would be able to count herself quite as lucky.

As quietly as she could manage, Shannon crossed the room and lowered herself to the floor in front of him, just looking at him for a moment and realizing how much she'd missed him while she'd been away. She wondered if he'd missed her as much she'd missed him. After a moment, Shannon laid down on the floor with her back to him, scooting herself back against him. Shannon raised Sam's arm and pulled it down around her waist. While she hoped she didn't wake him up, she had a feeling she would. So, Shannon braced herself for the possibility of having to somehow reiterate gently that she had no interest in talking about the previous day. Not now, not tomorrow; maybe not ever.

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demonboyking
2009-08-30 11:53 pm UTC (link)

Sam hadn't been asleep for very long. He had waited up for her and would've gone after her long ago if she'd told him where she was staying. She hadn't though, and Sam couldn't help but think that was a deliberate omission. She'd clearly wanted to be alone to deal with having to relive her brother's death and as much as he hated thinking about her on her own, he could understand that. When Jessica died having Dean near him 24/7 had been a blessing and a curse. Dean had forced him to push on, but he also hadn't allow him very much time on his own to mourn the loss of his girlfriend. He could at least allow Shannon some time on her own before he forced his company on her for his own selfish needs of seeing with his own eyes that she was okay. Or as okay as could be expected, considering the circumstances.

When nightfall had come and she still hadn't shown up he'd almost written to her to ask her where she was and to tell her that he was coming to her, except that he'd heard the birds cawing outside and realized that she hadn't been able to return yet. He'd laid down, forcing the fear that she'd be gone again in the morning back and made himself to shut his eyes. The only way he'd been able to convince himself to sleep at all was by promising himself that if she wasn't back by morning he was going after her, birds or not.

He was awakened by the sudden pull of his arm and his eyes opened immediately to find a familiar blonde head of hair in front of him in the low torchlight. "Shannon," he said, letting out a breath of relief as he tightened his arm around her waist. God, it was so good to see her. He thought that he'd never be able to see her again. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder without thinking, the frustration of the day momentarily forgotten in just being glad that she was there. "It's good to see you."

That was a serious understatement.

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ballerinadreams
2009-08-31 02:03 am UTC (link)

The sound of Sam's voice when he said her name made Shannon smile sadly. The kiss on her shoulder felt so domestic in a fucked up way she wasn't sure she could explain, but she knew that she liked it. He'd missed her. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. She was sorry for having been abducted and for not being able to tell him that she was all right. Sorry for keeping secrets and staying away from him when she knew she'd be insane with worry if he'd done the exact same thing. Mostly, she was sorry that she'd even left him to begin with. Again. She would never do it again; this much, she knew.

His arm had tightened around her waist and she'd snuggled back against him even closer. Shannon hadn't realized just how much she'd missed the feel of Sam's arms around her until just now when they were back. It felt...right. She'd felt different waking up in Boone's arms the previous day. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd liked it and she'd thought consciously to herself that she wasn't going to tell Sam about it. The thing that had struck her most, though - other than the obvious - about her unwanted day trip back to Craphole Island was that when she'd seen Sayid, she didn't feel that familiar skip of her heartbeat that she'd used to get when he'd come around. Something about that told her something about Sam that she'd failed to realize until that day. Somewhere along the way, Shannon had fallen in love with him.

"I missed you," she whispered back in the dark and relaxed against him for a moment before turning to face him, pressing her lips against his briefly. She didn't want to be facing him, because she was afraid that would only invite conversation she didn't feel like having, but she'd missed him too much. And, quite honestly, she'd wanted to. Shannon liked kissing Sam. One hand stroked the side of his face gently. "Good night, Sam," she said quietly, kissing him again, chastely, before moving to roll over again. That would be it. That was all she was allowing, she decided. Because, the more she looked back at him, the more ashamed of herself she'd be for what she'd let happen to Boone all over again when she could have and maybe should have stopped it. Sam wouldn't have let it happen to Dean; she shouldn't have let it happen to Boone. ...and now she'd have to live with knowing that every time she looked at Sam. Great.

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