Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg, @ 2009-09-26 13:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | day 25, one-shot, shannon rutherford |
Day 25, Back in Time
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Boone Carlyle (closed)
What: Shannon wakes up to an apology
Where: Los Angeles, California, 2003.
When: Day 25, 12:30 P.M.
Rating: PG-13 for angst
Status: Complete
The morning sun woke Shannon for the first time in days and she found herself squinting against the now slightly unfamiliar light. It wasn't unwelcome, but it was certainly unexpected. She let out a soft grunt as she stretched and as she opened her eyes, she realized that she was in a bed. God, not again... she muttered to herself, thinking of the underground bunker. In her half-asleep state, she couldn't quite wrap her head around the fact that even in the bunker the light had been artificial and this was actual sunlight creeping in through Venetian blinds.
"Morning sunshine."
Shannon's eyes opened fully and went wide at the sound of Boone's voice. Gasping, she sat up and stared. Boone's hair was longer than it had been on the Island. His face looked less weary from her escapades.
"I thought you were gonna sleep forever, Shan," he muttered under his breath and then Shannon felt his weight lower onto the end of the bed. "I got here like three hours ago. I figured we should talk. Again." He paused and raised his eyebrows at her. "Stop looking at me like that, you're freaking me out," he said.
Letting out a surprised and relieved huff Shannon moved forward and threw her arms around him, swallowing hard against a lump in her throat. She never thought she'd feel his arms around her again, hugging her the way he was just then in response - the way he did when she was falling apart and he was trying to pick up the pieces. She never thought she'd ever smell his pretentious cologne or the salon-quality shampoo he liked to pretend he bought at the supermarket. "Boone, I'm sorry," she whispered.
Boone pulled away from her hug and Shannon raised a hand to run through her hair. Rather than sliding through and out at the shoulder, it caught in a ponytail she hadn't been wearing before. Looking down at herself, Shannon found she was wearing the same purple long-sleeved shirt she'd been wearing the day she'd been packing her things after being evicted from her apartment for a bounced rent check. The clothes she'd been wearing when she'd called Boone, in not so many words, a traitor and kicked him out.
"Shannon, just take it--"
"I don't want your money!"
"Fine."
He looked back at her, eyebrows raised and blinking. "You're sorry?" he asked, incredulous. "Shannon Rutherford is sorry about something?" he joked. His face softened then and he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I've been waiting around til you woke up to say that. I didn't mean to make you think I don't believe in you. I know you can do it; you can go to New York and you can be - will be - a great ballerina. I didn't mean to insult you by offering you money, either. I was just trying to help you. God knows you deserve it, Shan. After everything you've been through..."
Shannon swallowed hard and closed her eyes, bowing her head slightly. He had no idead... "I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's not your fault. She's your mother," she said in a low, apologetic voice.
"Yeah, but you're my sister," he pointed out. "And I love you. I should be supporting you and I should be taking care of you, not tearing you down."
Looking back up at him, Shannon let out another huff. After everything, crashing on the Island, losing him once, waking up in Vas Captio and losing her friends, being sent back to watch Boone die all over again, waking up with Dean Winchester's dead body and now this? Now she was back and it was going to happen to her all over again. Shannon let out a sob and wrapped her arms around Boone again, burying her face against his chest. "Please don't ever leave me," she breathed. "Please don't ever go away."
She could almost see the look on his face when he spoke again. His brow would be knit with concern and his eyes would be sincere if he was looking into hers. "Hey, it's okay. Look, I'm gonna nab us some Jack, we'll sit and talk, and we'll figure out how to get you to New York without my money, okay? I'll be right back. You just...lay down. Relax," he said, rubbing her back with one hand. She could feel him inhaling the scent of her shampoo even when she knew he was trying to hide it. "I'll be right back."
With that, he let go and stood, crossing the room and stopping to look back at her before disappearing into the hall, closing the door behind himself. Shannon hiccupped and then took her head in her hands and cried. She had Boone back, but at what price? Living everything all over again? Never seeing Jack or Ianto again? Or...
"Sam..." she thought quietly and got up, throwing off the blankets and crossing the room in a hurry, opening her laptop. She would spend the rest of the day Googling Sam Winchester. Dean Winchester. Fire. Stanford. Palo Alto. Sam. Sam. Sam. If she could find him here, she could change everything. Would this time. This time, Shannon would save lives instead of watching them snuff out. If she could find him here when she shouldn't even know who he was, then she could change everything. Boone wouldn't die on the Island and they'd never crash there. This time, Shannon would put it right. Or at least, she was damn well going to try.