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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-22 22:43:00

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!complete, day 04, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Four - Late Evening

Who: Sam Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Talking
When: Late Evening
Where: The musuem
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Sam moved further down the museum hallway towards the dark showing rooms at the back of the building and away from the torchlight and the voices of the Doctor and his brother in the front room. It wasn't a huge building, but it was big enough that not all of it was immediately visible from the darkened hallway.

The Doctor had let him and Dean in, which was surprising considering Shannon’s being adamant that no one know where she lived. Still, Sam had gotten the impression that Shannon had a high opinion of the Doctor and from his short conversation to him regarding Dean he’d seemed genuine enough. Still, Sam had found himself wondering if he could be wrong and beginning to worry when Shannon was nowhere in sight. He’d been just about to call her name out when he caught the faint reflection of torchlight on the Starry Night replica.

Sam turned the corner as the ring of faint torchlight widened and he spotted Shannon sitting against the wall. Something about her body language instantly made him feel like he’d somehow intruded on a moment of privacy and he hesitated for a moment. He still felt in someways that he was her guest and that there was an unspoken kind of courtesy he should follow. He thought about retreating and turning back towards the others, but catching sight of the expression on Shannon's face he instead found himself stepping forward.

“Shannon?” He asked his voice low and quiet as he stepped further in the room. “Are you okay?”

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-23 01:05 am UTC (link)

There was only so much small talk to be had with the Doctor when Shannon had had other things on her mind. When she'd taken her leave, it was because she needed a minute to be alone. The minute had drawn out into a couple of hours. The Smoke Monster was enough to drive her insane, but the fact that she hadn't heard from Domeki only compounded her worries. Her thoughts had moved, at some point, to Boone and how Domeki had managed to take his place, however insensitive she felt admitting that to herself. If she lost him, too, she'd be alone all over again. The journal had only exacerbated her emotions after she'd gotten into it with that jerk Rorschach and even if she'd never admit to it, he'd done more than administer a blow to her ego. He'd hurt her feelings.

The bottle of schnapps was empty and lonesome on the floor beside her torch which was steadily losing light. The canvas was nearly burned down to nothing and she'd have to make a new one, soon. For now that was okay with her, though. She didn't mind the dark.

Her head was pounding and her stomach was restless; she should feel comfortably numb after finishing off the liquor but all she felt was alone, scared, and broken. Sitting on the floor with her head leaned back against the wall and her eyes closed, she'd drawn her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself, partially in an effort to comfort herself and partially in an effort to keep warm. Tear-tracks were dried on her sullen and drawn face; her nose was cold and stuffy. While she could feel that annoying rumble in her chest, it was more of an annoyance than anything else. The wheezing was soft and probably only audible in her own ears. It didn't hurt, yet, so she had no plan of venturing back out to the main room for her inhaler. This wasn't so much an attack as an irritation; it'd sort itself out. Shannon, in short, felt like hell.

So caught up in her own thoughts, Shannon hadn't heard anyone approaching until someone let themselves into the room and the floor creaked beneath their feet. She swallowed hard and sniffled; maybe they'd go away.

She opened her eyes and looked over at the sound of Sam's voice, only to look away again as she took a shaky breath and closed her eyes against the prickle of renewed tears. It was funny, she thought, how someone asking if she was okay could make everything unravel itself all over again.

No, she wasn't okay. She missed Sayid, she missed Boone; God help her, she missed Walt's fucking dog. And Domeki. The Smoke Monster had followed her here to this fucked up place where people were disappearing and dying and she had nowhere to go even if they ever did escape. Rorschach had said some pretty nasty things to her and as if that wasn't enough, she felt guilty as hell for distrusting Sam the way she had when he'd been the one to butt in and tell the guy off for being such a dick.

"No," she admitted after a long pause. "But whatever, how okay can anybody be in this fucking place?" she asked, her words slurring together lazily from the alcohol. With another sniffle, she opened her eyes again, wiping them with the palms of her hands. She looked back at him and tried for a smile, failing to let it reach her eyes.

"Thanks again. For sticking up for me like that. You didn't have to," she told him in a quiet voice. He probably wouldn't have, if he'd known the sort of things she'd been saying about him. She didn't deserve for Sam to care enough to interrupt the conversation on her behalf and she sure as hell didn't deserve him coming in here now to check on her. It made her feel very, very small indeed as she looked back up at him in the dim, flickering firelight of his healthy torch and her dying one.

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demonboyking
2009-04-24 12:41 am UTC (link)

Sam's mouth had curved into a small frown as he took another step into the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim torchlight and making out the shape of the schnapps bottle by Shannon's feet. The slowness of her words caused him to give a small sigh as he looked down at her tear streaked face. She looked exhausted and sad and something about seeing her like this instead of her holding her chin up the way she had for the last three days made Sam's heart sink a little.

"Yeah," he said, swallowing behind his frown as he watched her wipe her face. She smiled at him and he tried to force one in return, but it came out looking more like a grimace.

He blinked in surprise when she thanked him for sticking up for her. His shoulders rolled slightly into a small shrug as he looked down at the ground. "It's not a big deal," he said slowly. "He really had no right to say those things to you." He looked back up at her, meeting her eyes for a moment. "I mean, who is he anyway?"

He shifted slightly on his feet, wondering if he should leave her alone, since it was clear that she'd sought out solitude on her own and he was intruding on it. Still, he knew he wouldn't feel good about sitting in the other room and knowing that she was here in the semi-dark, clearly upset.

"Do you want to be alone?" He asked after a moment, his expression sympathetic as he pointed awkwardly over his shoulder as if to say he could go back the way he'd come. He wouldn't feel right about it, but he'd respect her wishes if that's what she wanted. He got the feeling, despite the fact that they'd been sharing body heat, that space was important to Shannon. In some ways she reminded him a lot of Dean.

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