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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
2009-09-07 08:25 am UTC (link)

Sam didn't miss the way that Shannon wouldn't meet his eyes and the thought that whatever she'd been through was too much for her to share with him made the frustration from earlier surface again. He really did understand that she didn't want to talk about her brother dying. If anything had happened to Dean, it would be the last thing he wanted to talk to anyone about. The thing was that there was more to the story and he could see it written all over her face. It was in the way she'd talked about the Doctor. All he wanted to do was help and he couldn't. That was what ate him up inside and made him even more determined that he was finding a way out and a way to get at the people who had put them there. Whatever they'd done to Shannon, he would do whatever he could to make sure they didn't do it again.

Except here he had no say or pull. Shannon's disappearance had proved more than anything that he had no real power or ability here. Even when things were at their worst Sam had always had the opportunity to fight back, but here he had no idea who he was fighting, or why he'd been chosen to be a participant. What was it the Doctor had said about pumping his fist? He had been clinging onto the thought - no the promise - of a fight ever since the large group of people had gone missing, but it was a one sided promise that the management had no intention on following up on.

All of this along with the fact that he couldn't save someone he genuinely cared about some pain and suffering made him want to press the issue, just because if he knew the specifics maybe he could find some kind of hole. Some way they could fight back. At least he'd know his enemy better. She pressed her forehead against him and Sam closed his eyes, trying to calm his thoughts. He knew she wasn't ready.

"Good," he whispered when she promised not to leave again. He swallowed, trying to focus on the softness of her skin under his fingertips. He'd refused to believe she was okay until he'd seen her in person. Even now he wanted to sit up and inspect her to make sure she wasn't hurt. "Are you okay?" He asked, opening his eyes. "I mean, physically? You're not hurt or anything?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-09-21 12:18 am UTC (link)

Shannon's eyes closed when Sam whispered back. It made her feel good to know that he felt that strongly about her staying with him. Part of it made her feel loved and the other part made her feel safer than she had any right to feel. He couldn't protect her, that was plainly clear, but no one could. At least Sam wanted to. That was good enough for her, for now.

Slowly, Shannon opened her eyes again and forced herself to meet Sam's. "Yes. I'm okay in that sense. I'm not hurt," she assured him. She was nowhere near okay, by any means, but physically, at least, she could give Sam peace of mind. She hadn't been physically injured in any way. Well, mostly. There was a small cut on the back of one of her shoulders from a rogue bird that had divebombed her as she'd been sneaking over to the museum, but she didn't feel the need to tell Sam about it because it didn't hurt anymore. The initial impact had smarted, but it wasn't a bad cut and she'd deal with it in the morning.

Shannon pressed her lips against Sam's again and then rested her forehead against his once more. "Sam, I'm sorry...I'm completely exhausted in every sense of the word. I really need to sleep. I know you're worried, but I'm fine - or, I will be - and I just...really want to sleep okay?" she asked quietly.

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