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Tweak says, "Old number seven!"

Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-13 20:25:00

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!complete, day 07, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 7: Morning
Who: Sam Winchester and Shannon Rutherford
What: Morning Talk
Where: The Museum
When: Day 7, morning
Rating: PG 13
Status: Complete

Sam had woken up alone, despite the fact that he and Shannon had fallen asleep together. He'd tried to reason away the worry he'd felt as he'd gotten to his feet and made his way around the museum, checking each room to see if Shannon had just walked away for a minute before not finding her. He tried to tell himself that there was a perfectly good reason that she wasn't there, that it didn't necessarily mean that she'd been pulled for an experiment but that didn't seem to do much to stop the feeling of unease that fell over him. Things didn't get any better when he opened the door and looked outside to see that the snow had gotten substantially heavier overnight. He'd checked the journals as a last resort. It was really the only form of communication they had over long distances and if Shannon was in trouble and needed help and if she was able to say so he figured it would be there.

He was relieved to see her familiar and girly handwriting in the journals and to find that she sounded as if everything was alright. At least in the exchange he read between her and the handwriting he'd attributed to Anders she didn't seem to be in any danger of anything but a lame pick up line. Relaxing a bit, but still feeling a little on edge, Sam made his way back to the room that had somehow become the spot where he felt he had a bit of privacy and more recently had become his and Shannon's unofficial sleeping spot. It had a little to do with the fact that the museum was gaining boarders and more to do with the conversation that Sam and Shannon had had three days ago. Somehow being able to share a little of his weight and take on a little of hers had turned the room itself into the one place in the glass cage where he felt the safest, even if he knew the feeling of security was a false one.

He sat there now, flipping through the journal and reading prior entries, trying to see if he'd missed a common thread between all of them. The truth was he wasn't sure there was one anymore, but the hope that he was just missing it somehow was easier to accept than the unknown.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-13 10:38 pm UTC (link)

After the lesson with Domeki, Shannon slipped back into the museum, giving Jack a small smile and side-stepping the Doctor on her way back toward the room she shared with Sam. If she was lucky, he'd still be sleeping and she could slip back into his arms and when he did wake, he'd never have known she was gone. She'd stopped just outside the museum on the porch to shake the snow out of her hair and had checked the journals out of sheer habit, replying and eventually having a short conversation with Anders. She'd meet him a little later. First, she had to get back to Sam before he noticed she was gone.

Slowly and not without a wince at the creaking sound, Shannon pushed the door open. And froze. Sam was sitting on the floor reading through his journal...and now she'd have to explain herself, because he wouldn't have found where she was in there; she and Domeki had discussed the lesson she'd been just taking privately.

"Hey," she said softly, stepping just inside the door and closing it behind her. She gave him a small apologetic smile. "I, uh...didn't wanna wake you, so..." her voice trailed off and she looked down. She'd have freaked out if she'd woken up alone, especially after yesterday...but at the time, she hadn't thought about the possibility that Sam would wake up while she was gone because it had been so damn early. Too late now to take it back.

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demonboyking
2009-05-13 10:58 pm UTC (link)

"Hey," Sam said, giving her a small smile back. "It's okay, I was just a little worried." The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them and he huffed a small laugh and shook his head as he looked down. "Just after yesterday morning and last night, I wasn't really sure what to expect. I thought maybe you'd been taken."

He realized he was getting into territory that was much too dark for the early morning sunlight filtering through the window and he tried to backtrack a little. "I saw your handwriting on the journals though, so I figured you were okay." He paused, wondering why she'd been out so early. "You are, aren't you?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-13 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Shifting her weight a little awkwardly, Shannon gave Sam a small, sheepish smile in return. He had worried about her. As guilty as she felt for it, a small part of her was glad. Maybe that meant he cared. Shannon moved further into the room and sat down across from him as she took off her hoodie and spread it out on the floor to dry, rubbing her arms up and down against the long sleeves of the least hideous sweater she'd been able to find at the thrift shop.

"Sorry," she replied. "I'm fine, I just...went out to meet Domeki," she said. And then came the lie. "He's staying at the thrift shop, and that Watanuki kid said that the snow is blocking them in already, so...I just, you know, wanted to make sure he was okay." Not entirely a lie, but it was the principal of the matter. And she did feel badly about it...she just didn't want anyone else to know that she'd been learning how to use a bow and arrow. At least not until she actually knew how to use the fucking thing properly. Might take another couple of lessons for that.

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demonboyking
2009-05-13 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Sam cracked a smile as Shannon said she'd gone to check up on her heroic poet. He still wasn't exactly sure how Domeki had won the nickname but it was obvious that Shannon had a soft spot for him.

"What were you going to do?" Sam asked, his smile widening slightly as he raised his eyebrows. "Dig the two of them out single-handed?" He could almost picture her doing just that if she got it in her mind to.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-13 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Shannon smirked and rolled her eyes. "No, but if they needed shit from the gas station, I could've handed it through a window, smart ass," she laughed.

It made her feel marginally better that Sam was smiling and he didn't appear to be upset. "So, anyway, sorry that I freaked you out. But, actually, since you're awake..." she said slowly, her smile fading slightly. She had wanted to talk to him and there seemed no time like the present...

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demonboyking
2009-05-13 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Sam laughed at her sarcastic reply. "Alright, good point," he said, conceding with a nod. "How bad is it out there? I haven't seen this much snow in a really long time."

"I wasn't freaked out," Sam said, afraid that his overreaction to her not being there was something that she would think was kind of pathetic. "I was just concerned." He realized a moment too late that she had something else on her mind and his clarification probably could've waited.

He put the journal down and gave her his full attention. "Yeah. We were going to talk, right?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-14 12:11 am UTC (link)

Shannon looked over Sam's shoulder at the window there and shrugged. "I don't know, I kind of don't really have anything to compare it to, you know?" she asked, looking back at him. "It's at least a couple of feet by my best guess," she added.

When Sam said he wasn't freaked out, Shannon's heart sank, if only because she'd have been freaked if the tables were turned. But then he said he had just been concerned and that made her feel a little better.

She'd been ready to be blunt with him and ask whether the connection she thought they had was reality or if she was seeing something that wasn't there, but as soon as his attention was on her, she lost her nerve completely. "Uh, yeah..." she stalled. "I just...was thinking and I wondered if I could bounce something off you," she said slowly, finally thinking of something else she could discuss with him rather than look like an idiot with nothing to actually say. "What do you think happens when we get out of here? I mean...we're all from different times and places." She paused and looked away just for a moment, thinking to herself, and in some case, planets...

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demonboyking
2009-05-14 12:37 am UTC (link)

"Must have been freezing," Sam said, he was almost disappointed that she hadn't sat beside him so that he could wrap an arm around her shoulders - for body heat.

"Sure," Sam said, raising his eyebrows curiously. He hadn't known Shannon for very long, but he wasn't used to hearing her sound so unsure of herself. Her question touched on some of his deepest fears and he frowned, his eyes lowering to the ground.

"I don't know," he said, looking back up at her. "We could go back to the places we were pulled from, or we might be stuck wherever or whenever this is. I don't know of anything that can bend time like this."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-14 12:50 am UTC (link)

Shannon's eyes locked on Sam's then and she chewed her bottom lip pensively. "Yeah, it's way colder than I'm used to," she admitted. She sort of wished she'd sat beside him so that maybe she could've absorbed some of his body heat. Too late, now.

"Oh..." she said softly, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking down again. "So hypothetically, if we break out of here, we could end up back where we started..." she paused and then looked back up at him. "Do you think we'd remember this place? Or forget...?"

She didn't like the idea of forgetting this place; in spite of the fact that she hated it here, she'd made friends. She'd unofficially adopted a brother. Then, there was Sam himself. Her cheeks went pink and she went back to chewing her bottom lip, fingers idly picking at the edge of the cover of Sam's journal.

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demonboyking
2009-05-14 01:51 am UTC (link)

"Hypothetically," Sam said slowly, with an apologetic look in her direction. "Not that I'm crazy about that idea. It just seems to make the most sense." It was also the hardest to think about, considering Shannon would go back to the island, Andy would go back to Cold Oak and he'd go back to trying to figure out how to save Dean from his Crossroads deal. He pressed his lips together and thought about her question for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know," he said. "I haven't really thought about it."

He swallowed, looking down and watching her fingers play with his journal. "I hope we don't forget," Sam said, swallowing. "I mean, this place is pretty messed up, no question, but there are parts I'd miss too." He paused. "People," he amended. "People, I'd miss."

He smiled at Shannon. "Rorschach's not one of them though."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-14 01:58 am UTC (link)

Still looking down at the journal as she played with a frayed edge of the journal's cover, Shannon nodded. It did make the most sense, if there was anything at all about this place that could be considered as making any sense.

When he said he hoped that they didn't forget, Shannon looked up at him again, her face drawn seriously as she searched his eyes for something - anything - that would suggest she was amongst the people he'd miss.

Instead, he made a joke and Shannon let out a huff of laughter, cocking her eyebrows as she looked down again. "Yeah, really. Fuck that guy. There's people here I'd miss, too," she admitted without looking back up at him right away. When her eyes finally did make their way back to his, there was sadness there. "Some more than others," she admitted with a subtle significance in the tone.

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demonboyking
2009-05-15 01:02 am UTC (link)

Sam met Shannon's serious gaze and felt like he should be getting something he wasn't. He'd raised his eyebrows slightly before cracking the joke about Rorschach. He was rewarded by a soft laugh and a look downwards.

He took advantage of the moment to watch her, smiling faintly at her language and the way she shifted sentiments so quickly. She said she'd miss people too and a small moment of silence passed between them, though it was long enough to make him entertain the thought that he might be one of them, before she looked back up at him.

Sam nodded, ducking his head and suddenly concentrating on lightly brushing off some imaginary dirt from the top of his journal. He could feel the warmth of realization creeping up his collarbones and up into his neck and face as he furrowed his brow. His hand stilled on the cover, only a few inches from Shannon's. He licked his lips, staring at his down at his large hand and then forced himself to look back up at Shannon. "Me too," he said, forcing a smile, despite the fact that he was sure he looked like a twelve year old kid. He cleared his throat. "I guess we've all got our favorites."

He pulled his hand back, wiping it on the knee of his jeans. "Do you know where you and Anders are going hunting?" He asked, trying to change the subject. "I mean, he's staying away from where the Weevils were, right? Not that they couldn't be out there anywhere after last night."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-15 01:15 am UTC (link)

Nothing. There was nothing. She was groping at nothing in the shadows, because he gave her nothing. Shannon internally gave up. That was fine. She deserved it anyway after the thing with Dean in the shower; there it was, karma biting her in the ass courtesy of one blank stare back from Sam Winchester. Burn.

Without a word, Shannon nodded her agreement to the sentiment that they all had their favorites and she, too, forced a smile. Mostly for his benefit, because she certainly didn't feel it and she'd be surprised if it looked genuine.

Then, Sam asked about Anders and she shook her head, looking down again. "I dunno, we're meeting halfway and then heading out. I don't think he plans on leading me to the Weevils or anything, though," she said with a small, airy laugh, succinct and humorless before she looked back up at Sam. "He's scared of 'em, too. I don't think they'll be out and about in this, though, anyway." And speaking of Anders, she'd told him she was leaving and she hadn't, yet. She probably should.

Furrowing her brow slightly, Shannon picked up the hoodie again, pulling it back on over her head. "I actually should get going, though, so he's not stuck waiting out in the snow for me to show up," she added. She wanted Sam to stop her or to insist on going along. It wasn't like she'd let him, but it would be nice to think he wanted her to stay. Shannon wasn't going to hold her breath for it, though; not now.

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demonboyking
2009-05-15 01:26 pm UTC (link)

"Of course not," Sam said quickly when Shannon laughed and said that she didn't think Anders was trying to lead her to the Weevils. "i mean, not on purpose. Just be careful. Last night pretty much proves that they shouldn't be messed with." Sam raised his eyebrows and felt a small bit of pride at the fact that Anders was scared of the Weevils. He wasn't, but that was because he was a hunter and Anders wasn't. Which made Sam wonder why it was Shannon was going hunting with Anders and not him. He wondered if he'd suggested the idea first if Shannon would've agreed just as easily. Sure he wasn't exactly big on hunting food, but he knew how to track and now he knew how to skin and cook. How hard could it be?

Sam sighed as Shannon pulled on the hoodie, he really wasn't in any hurry to see her go. Especially not out into the snow. Still, he couldn't think of a good reason to keep her there. He'd been hoping for a longer conversation, one that was more like the one they'd had the other night. Though he was beginning to realize maybe that conversation had only happened because Shannon had been drinking and was feeling vulnerable.

"Okay," Sam said, pushing himself to his feet and holding a hand out to help her up. "Be..." He trailed off, realizing he sounded like a broken record. "Good luck."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-15 01:49 pm UTC (link)

Giving Sam a small smile, Shannon nodded. "I will, I always am," she replied and it was true. At least it was true here. She missed the way that Sam raised his eyebrows although if she'd seen it, she might've been inclined to ask what the expression was about.

Sam got to his feet and held a hand out to her. He wasn't going to stop her. He wasn't even going to try. She forced another small smile in spite of her furrowed brow and took his hand, pulling herself up. "Thanks," she replied softly. Her hand lingered in his for a moment before she took it back, balling that hand into a fist and shoving it into the front pocket of the hoodie almost as if to save and protect the sensation of his having held it.

Taking a deep breath, she gave him a small, tight-lipped smile and a shrug. "Well, I'll see you," she said, giving an awkward, halfhearted wave with her free hand before forcing herself to turn her back on him and open the door, letting herself out. So much for that, then...

And out of the museum she went.

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demonboyking
2009-05-16 01:06 am UTC (link)

Sam thought something was off in Shannon's expression as he helped her up, but he didn't know her well enough to put his finger on it. He gave her hand a small squeeze before she pulled it away and shoved it in her pocket. He followed suit, raising his shoulders in order to push his own hands in his pockets.

He watched her as she shrugged, recognizing her smile as slightly forced and wondered if she was angry or if she felt like things were awkward. The first didn't really make sense, unless she was offended on Anders' behalf. The second one was more likely. "Yeah, see you," Sam said, though she'd already turned her back and had opened the door.

The door shut behind her and Sam let out a long sigh before running a hand through his hair. He had to get a grip on this crush he was developing or else he was going to make a total ass out of himself. He lowered himself down beside his journal and picked it up. He stared at the pages blankly for a minute before a slow smile crept over his face.

She had said she'd miss him.

Somehow that thought made him feel a little warmer.

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