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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
2009-05-14 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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