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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
2009-04-29 12:52 am UTC (link)

When Sam's arm tightened around her, Shannon smiled a little sadly to herself and relaxed against him. She was stupid to have mistrusted him. That was pretty clear, now. If she wasn't already so raw emotionally, she'd have spared another guilty thought about it, but instead, she just burrowed herself closer against him and let herself start to drift.

One thing occurred to her that she'd never really thought she'd be able to feel in Sam's presence. Pressed up against him with her arm around her and holding his hand, Shannon felt really and truly safe for the first time since that stupid plane crashed on the Island. It was an enormous weight off her chest to finally feel that way again. She owed Sam big for this one and she wouldn't forget it.

Sam said he wouldn't let them take her if he could help it. The tone in his voice spoke volumes even if the words offered a buffer zone against any blame if he failed. Shannon tried not to think about that. It helped that she still maintained that Sam must've fallen asleep that first night without realizing it. There was nothing more than a thank you to be said, so rather than repeating herself, Shannon gave his hand a gentle squeeze in hopes that that would relay the sentiment for her.

Shannon nodded against his neck and shoulder. "Mmhmm, that thing making all the noise and knocking down the trees in the forest," she yawned. "It's from the Island." She was drifting, now, even as she tried to fight it. Maybe Sam wanted to sleep first shift tonight. If he did, he should be allowed; he'd more than earned it, she thought. "Boone's mother," she clarified when he asked about Sabrina. "She hates me anyway; Boone being dead would just make it worse because it was my fault," she admitted, too sleepy to have anything other than exhaustion in her voice even if there was still that hollow feeling of guilt settling in her stomach as she said it.

The question Sam asked next opened a virtual Pandora's box in Shannon's mind. Anywhere, really, that she could settle and call home without feeling unwelcome, unwanted, or unhappy. She yawned again, talking through it. "With Sayid...in a beach house in Maui," she answered with a small laugh. "Although, realistically...I'll never see him again. The Doctor said he doesn't have a home, either, really...because he travels so much. If we ever get out of here, maybe I'll ask him if I can come until I figure something out. I don't know. I don't think we're going anywhere, so I feel like there's no reason to get my hopes up," she admitted sadly.

Another yawn escaped her and she let go of Sam's hand only long enough to reach up and wipe her eyes of the reflexive tears that sprang from so many successive yawns. She returned her hand to his lap, slipping it into his own hand again. "I'm sorry...I'm so tired..." she admitted softly. "But I'm scared to go to sleep..."

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demonboyking
2009-04-29 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Shannon nodded against his shoulder, the slow movement of her face against his shirt building a little bit of warmth. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice and figured that the tears on top of the schnapps probably wouldn't help when it came to trying to stay awake. Still, there was a part of him, despite how selfish it was, that kind of wanted her to stay awake and talking to him. It'd felt good to share some of his guilt with someone just as guilty, not to mention this was the first genuine conversation he'd had with someone in a really long time. Being on the road all the time didn't exactly foster meaningful relationships. It was nice.

He wanted to ask her how Boone's death was her fault, but knew that if she'd wanted to tell him she would've already. He wondered if it really was her fault or if she was just taking on the blame. It didn't really matter, if she wasn't ready to let go of that blame it might as well have been her fault. Despite the fact that Dean had been telling him for close to two years that Jess's death wasn't his fault he still felt like it was. If he'd never met her, she'd be alive and happy somewhere. The thought sent a dull pain through his chest and he let a breath out slowly.

"Sayid," he asked, thinking he'd heard something in the way she'd said the name. Maui seemed like an explanation in itself. He'd never been there but the idea of white beaches, palm trees and blue waters seemed soothing somehow in the darkness of the museum. Though part of him was surprised that she'd pick something so close to the island she'd been stuck on. Though he'd never really been to Maui so maybe they weren't alike at all. "Dean and I don't really have a home either," Sam said, looking at the painting across from them. "We're always moving from place to place. It never really ends." He paused when she said that she didn't really think they were going anywhere. He was beginning to get the same impression, but he'd failed to say it out loud yet. Hearing it coming from Shannon didn't make him feel any better. "I'm not sure either," he said quietly.

"You should get some rest," Sam said, looking down at her sympathetically. "I'll take first watch." He squeezed her hand. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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