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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
2009-04-30 02:14 am UTC (link)

As soon as Shannon had offered up her opinion that Boone's death had ultimately, if not directly, been her fault, she'd regretted it. The reflexive next line of conversation would be Sam asking why she thought that and when she said, if she knew anything about anything, his reflexive response would be all motivational speaker-esque, telling her how it wasn't her fault at all. That they'd just been at the wrong place at the wrong time and neither she nor Boone had deserved to crash on that Island. She was pleasantly surprised and very much relieved when the question never came.

Sayid's name, however, was repeated in question form and Shannon yawned again, a tiny smile slid over her lips. "Mmhmm, I met him on the Island. He was the only good thing about that place," she said. He made me feel safe. And, I think he loved me, went unsaid, because she didn't want to bore Sam with details that were only special to her.

Shannon lifted her head to look at Sam briefly when he said that he and Dean didn't have a home, either. Yeah, he had said that first night that he and his brother traveled a lot via road trips, but he hadn't really mentioned that. "I'm sorry," was all she could offer in response, because she somehow felt that asking "why?" would be unwelcome to him. There was no real reason for her to feel that way; she just did. Maybe Sam had gotten the same feeling when she'd said Boone's death was her fault. He'd done her the favor of not asking and she was going to return it in the same fashion. When he agreed that he wasn't sure they were getting out of there anytime soon, either, Shannon's heart sank, and with it, her head as she rested it against Sam's shoulder again, frowning. He'd been so sure they were leaving before...and suddenly he wasn't anymore. A piece of her hope died with his words.

"Are you sure?" Shannon asked and felt badly that as she asked it, she yawned once again. She smiled weakly at the feel of Sam giving her hand a squeeze and opened her mouth to offer herself for first shift when he spoke again. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. The words in her ears gave way to a fluttering in her stomach and she looked back up at him again. "Thank you," she said softly, not taking her eyes off his; wanting him to see the sincerity in her gratefulness.

The whole of their conversation tonight when in conjunction with the Doctor's unwillingness to judge and Domeki's decision to wait and make his own judgment after he'd met Sam had shattered the mistrust she held against Sam. And he was holding her, trying to make her feel better, and telling her that he was going to protect her. Call it damsel in distress syndrome, but Shannon had done a complete 180 in her opinion of Sam. In fact...when she thought about it for a second as she searched his eyes for something unknown, Shannon realized something that took her by surprise. Shannon had a crush on the boy.

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demonboyking
2009-05-01 04:38 pm UTC (link)

Sam watched the small smile slide over her lips when he asked her about Sayid. He wondered if he was the best thing about this place, but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. Not only was it incredibly arrogant it was absurd. There was no good thing about this place. It was just fear and the unknown and trying to operate in survival mode.

Me looked down at her when she said she was sorry that he and Dean didn't have a home. He gave her a smile and shrugged like it wasn't really a big deal. It shouldn't be. They'd moved around so much growing up that they'd never had one place to call their own. The closest thing he'd ever had was the apartment with Jess in Stanford and that was a place that he'd never be able to go back to.

"I'm sure," he said, giving her a nod and a smile when she yawned again. He clamped his mouth down, trying to stifle a yawn of his own. Probably reflex. He'd never been able to figure out why yawns seemed to be contagious. Her expression seemed to shift just a little as she looked back up at him and there was an earnestness in her expression that made him feel like she wasn't just looking at him, she was seeing right into him.

"No problem," Sam said, feeling suddenly more aware of her warmth against his shoulder. He'd said he wouldn't let anything happen to her out of reflex. He'd said it to other people before, working jobs with Dean, but somehow it was different with Shannon. He felt the importance of keeping that promise in the pit of his stomach as he met her eyes. "That's what I'm here for."

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