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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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