InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Do you like muffins?"

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

Entry tags:

!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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

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.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

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.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -