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Shannon Rutherford ([info]ballerinadreams) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-05 13:28:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 06, jack harkness, location: gas station, shannon rutherford, the doctor (ten)

Day Six - Evening
Who: Jack Harkness, the Doctor, and Shannon Rutherford
What: Chance meeting with a healthy side of Weevils
When: Day Six, evening (after sun down)
Where: Gas Station/Convenience Store
Rating: TBA but probably at least PG-13
Status: Active



Karma was a real bitch. As well as the previous day had gone for Shannon, by the end of the evening, it had turned right back around and today was not much better. As if it wasn't bad enough not only waking up naked with a complete stranger, she'd compounded it by letting herself fall into the belief that he had been someone else entirely, only to turn around and insinuate that he was a rapist and a stalker. That whole situation had been beyond embarrassing and she didn't like to think about it. Way to start off on the wrong foot. Then the whole thing with Dean had gone downhill far faster than it had gotten to the top of the hill to begin with and that made her stomach unsettle with nerves when she thought of it, so that too was pushed away.

She'd gone to the gas station yesterday to stock up on water and breakfast bars, but she'd gotten interrupted pleasantly by getting sidetracked by the travel-sized toiletries and then by meeting up with Domeki again. She'd all but completely forgotten to finish stocking her backpack. Now, it was fucking cold outside and her stomach was rumbling with hunger, not to mention the fact that she was thirsty. So, Shannon layered the tank top she'd arrived in with a long-sleeved shirt she'd found at the thrift store as well as her own sweater and lastly the hoodie pulled down over the whole of it all. The hood was pulled up over her head and the strings drawn tightly to keep the cold off her head and ears when she walked the short trek alone to the gas station, with her chin tucked down and her arms around herself as she shivered.

As soon as she was inside, she untied and pushed back the hood, shuddering against the cold as the door closed behind her. Her eyes went briefly to the trash can she and Jay had lit a fire in a few days ago. It seemed like forever since then. Shannon wasn't terribly in love with the idea of going back out in the cold very soon, so actually, she didn't think that starting a new trash can fire was such a bad idea. She could hang out here for a little bit and warm up before going back. And one of these days, when the weather wasn't so shitty, maybe she'd actually remember to steal the trash can to make a fire back at the museum...

Crossing the convenience store, Shannon picked up a bottle of lighter fluid and a few packs of the car-wash towels she'd found before, making her way back to the trash can. She ripped open the packages of the towels and dropped half of them in before squirting them with lighter fluid and picking up a lighter from the counter. Striking it, she lit one end of one of the remaining towels and when it went up, she dropped it, too, into the trash can, the bottle of lighter fluid wrapped in it, and scrambled back in time to avoid being in the line of fire when the flames shot up into the air from inside the trash can. Once the flames had calmed a little, Shannon started picking up broken pieces left over from the stool that had been and dropped them into the fire. Standing in front of the trash can, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to keep warm, Shannon suddenly realized how very, very alone she was in this horrible place, no matter what Sam Winchester said to make her stop crying two nights previous, nor what Jay told her to keep her from starting to cry earlier that same day.

"God, I hate it here..." she mumbled to herself, dipping her head slightly to catch some of the fire's heat on her face.



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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-05 03:22 pm UTC (link)
For him and the Doctor, it was just like old times -- and Jack knew full-well that the Doctor was enjoying this as much as he was. There was a certain familiarity in the running from danger and Jack knew he could count on the Doctor to keep going. No matter what, Jack would come out of this alive, if a bit torn and worse for wear at the end. Jack just hoped Shannon could keep going. He had to trust her that she'd run and not worry about him. He was made of strong stuff, infinitely resilient.

Jack waited until they were a few paces away before he threw the first firecracker, lobbing it high over the Weevils where it exploded a good metre away from them. The second was lit soon after, tossed and landed at roughly the same spot. They were beginning to scatter now, a few of the smaller ones heading away from the noise and for parts unknown. Jack wasn't sure where they were going to, but he didn't have the time to be concerned. He still needed to get the others away from Shannon and the Doctor. Jack's breath caught when he saw Shannon stumble and then, at last, stop.

Fuck.

With a yell, Jack took off at a run, lighting the third firecracker and throwing it at the Weevil that was coming up behind Shannon. It stumbled when hit and Jack couldn't worry about what happened when the firecracker went off. He had one more in his hand and that had to be saved for when they got to the museum. Right now, he had a clear path to Shannon and he took off at a dead sprint, scooping up Shannon as he passed her and tossed her over his shoulder. His speed slowed considerably now carrying a bit more weight than he was used to. "I got you," Jack grunted, trying to catch up to the Doctor.

"We're coming!" He shouted to the man in front of them. "Just get the door for us!"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-06 12:24 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor felt Shannon's hand slip away and he looked over his shoulder. He could see Jack in the distance and closing even as his own strides carried him further and further ahead. Jack would take care of her - the Doctor knew that with complete and utter certainty.

The Doctor, of course knew that someone needed to be able to open the door. Shannon's hands would no doubt he shaking and rubberized by the time she'd made it there - and Jack's could be either injured or full of Shannon. That left the Doctor with his mission, opening the passage to their safety.

Hopping over a pothole the Doctor was actually grinning as he hopped up the stairs and up to the doors,yanking them open with a certain level of satisfaction. Once again the enemy was avoided entirely. Good job, Doctor.

Stepping aside he made way for Jack, who'd slung Shannon over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Haven't seen you manage that before..." He quipped. This felt almost like old times; the Captain, a blonde, and running for their lives.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-06-06 12:43 pm UTC (link)
The last thing Shannon had expected was for Jack to suddenly be practically on top of her - fuck, he's fast! - and actually scooping her up so soon. With a grunt as the breath was knocked out of her for landing so harshly on Jack's shoulder, Shannon slumped. She could hear him laboring beneath her - oh, my God, I knew I was getting fat! - but all she could focus the bulk of her attention on was the pain in her stomach from being jostled...and the Weevil that had been right on her ass and she'd never even seen it.

Her fists closed around a hunk of Jack's coat and made a conscious effort not to kick her legs to reflexively balance herself out. Kicking Jack in the face was probably not the best way to pay back the favor of having her life saved. Again. Jesus, she was like a full out damsel in distress in this stupid place. At least back home, it had all been an act to get the money out of Sabrina via Boone, but this...

Shannon opened her mouth to respond to the Doctor's quip, but all that came out with another grunt as Jack's shoulder jabbed into her stomach with every single footfall. Pushing herself up slightly to take some of the pressure of the blows off, Shannon looked over both her own shoulder and Jack's to see that the door was propped open and the Doctor was standing aside.

Please get us in there in enough time to close it and barricade it... she thought to herself in Jack's general direction. It passed over her conscious thought that...the Doctor had left her. That was an unfair assessment; she'd let go of his hand and they'd both known that Jack wouldn't let her fall behind. Shannon didn't know, really, how she knew it, but she just...did. Now wasn't the time for abandonment issues to be cropping up. Someone had to open the door, right? Slung over Jack's back didn't really give her the best opportunity to be the person who did so. She couldn't fault the Doctor for letting her fall behind when she hadn't really given him a choice.

So, she pushed that away and once they'd gotten into the museum, she slumped her front against Jack's back again and closed her eyes, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. "You calling...me...fat, Doctor?" she teased in spite of the catch in her chest, a small, exhausted smile tugging at the corners of her mouth even if she didn't bother to lift her head so that the Doctor could see it.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-11 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Jack was fast in the face of danger, which seemed to happen far too often it seemed. He didn't mean to toss her up so roughly, but he was more concerned about getting her out of harm's way first. He could apologise for the manhandling later when they were back inside the museum and safe. Jack could hear the Weevils behind him, the strange blend of grunt and whistling -- that was... odd, however there wasn't time to think about the sounds they were making. They had to get into the museum and Jack could only hope that the Doctor was going to beat them there.

If anything had happened, Jack would have to figure out a way to open the door and get them both inside before the Weevils were atop them. Mentally, Jack breathed a sigh of relief seeing the Doctor at the door, already propping it open. Gritting down, lungs burning, Jack dug in for that last burst of speed and burst through the door as if he were the winner in some long-distance marathon.

"No," Jack wheezed, setting her down and collapsing on the floor, flat on his back. "But I just might be calling you fat. He wasn't the one carrying you." Even though his chest was heaving, sweat plastering his fringe to his forehead, Jack was smiling.

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