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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 21:33:00

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

Day Seven - Late Night
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Sam Winchester
What: Late night talk
When: Day 7, late night
Where: the museum
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

It had been a long, drama-filled day and Shannon was exhausted. She'd had a not-terribly-pleasant chat with Sam that morning after having taken a bow and arrow shooting lesson with Domeki and after that she'd gone hunting with Anders. It was cold as all fuck outside and the snow was ridiculous. So ridiculous, in fact, that she and Cheryl had had to meet up to dig poor Edward out of the snow and, well, at least her hand had stopped stinging once she was back indoors and the wind and snow weren't whipping against the small laceration she'd acquired in the process. The journals had blown up with bullshit high school drama, Domeki and Watanuki had come to the museum - rounding the number of residents out to a whopping seven - because they'd been snowed out of the thrift shop, and Shannon was fucking beat, emotionally as well as physically.

She slunk back into the room she and Sam shared, bringing her torch with her and wedged it into the floor in a knothole she'd found there. After spreading out the blanket that she'd gained from waking up naked with Anders, Shannon took off the hoodie she'd been wearing and hung it from the nail the painting he'd used to cover himself had fallen from. Next, she dropped down onto the blanket and sighed, taking a drink - good thing she had ganked more alcohol before the snow had fallen. Today...sucked ass.

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demonboyking
2009-05-17 02:35 pm UTC (link)

Sam entered the room not long after, his own torch burning brightly. This was the fifth night they'd followed what had become a nightly ritual and so it didn't feel weird at all to wedge his torch down and then sit beside Shannon, his shoulder brushing hers.

"Rough day?" He asked, noting the bottle in her hand and looking up at her face as he tried to read her expression. His day hadn't been so rough as much as long. He was hoping that Shannon wanted to sleep together rather than in shifts tonight, especially since he'd never take the first shift. "Do you want to talk about it?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Mid-swig, Shannon looked up to see Sam letting himself into the room and suddenly she felt all kinds of awkward and uncomfortable. It was almost like the first night and she tried not to stiffen when he sat down beside her, his shoulders brushing hers as he did so.

"Pretty awful, yeah," she agreed quietly. "My friend got attacked by Rorschach today..." she said, actively avoiding the real thing that was bothering her. It wasn't like she could talk about it with him of all people, anyway. Sure, let's talk. I have a raging crush on you and you don't care. Discuss. Yeah, right.

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demonboyking
2009-05-17 04:38 pm UTC (link)

"What?" Sam asked, immediately tensing beside her. "Who? Are they okay?"

He hadn't checked the journals in hours, so if there'd been any mention of an attack he hadn't heard about it. Sure he was annoyed by Rorschach's fondness for pressing Shannon's buttons and this obvious disrespect for women, but he'd written Rorschach off as being mostly harmless. It was obvious he had issues with women, but the fact that he'd been looking after Merope had made Sam think that maybe he was all talk. Now, however he wondered if he'd made a mistake in letting his guard down.

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	ballerinadreams 2009-05-17 04:51 pm UTC (link)
	Shannon took another drink and stared at the wall in front of her. "Kaylee. She's fine. Scared the shit out of her when he grabbed her, but I guess he let her go and he didn't hurt her," she replied, setting her jaw. "Doesn't make me feel any less afraid, though..." Or any less alone, for that matter... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

demonboyking
2009-05-17 09:24 pm UTC (link)

Sam frowned, his brow wrinkling in worry. "Did he say anything to her?" He was sure there had been some words, whore for one, even if he'd just been passing by. He wondered if Rorschach had just meant to scare Kaylee instead of actually attack her, either way it didn't make Sam feel any more sympathetic to the man. The women had enough to worry about, they didn't need some guy with obvious psychological problems making their lives harder. "Shannon," Sam said, his voice low and serious. "If he comes near you, he'll have to deal with me and Dean. And believe me, he doesn't want to deal with either of us."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Shannon shrugged slightly. She couldn't remember because, as per usual and as much as she hated it, it didn't directly affect her yet and therefore it was only marginally important. Regression. Always with the regression. Shannon cared more about herself, probably, than any other person in the whole of time. And space, maybe, she thought with an inward sigh.

At Sam's words, she looked over at him finally. He said the same thing Dean had. Suddenly it hit her. Shannon was an obligation to them both. Regression, indeed. She nodded her understanding, though and smiled weakly. "Thanks," she said quietly.

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demonboyking
2009-05-17 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Sam sighed, looking down as he thought about the fact that he'd trusted Rorschach to watch out for Merope. He'd trusted that he wouldn't hurt anyone, was just living out some delusion of being a masked hero. Obviously he'd underestimated him.

"I mean it," Sam said, not quite buying the small smile on her face. Without thinking about it he put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "Don't worry." Pause. "Any more than you have to in this place."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Sam put his arm around her and gave her shoulder a squeeze. Shannon wasn't sure how to take that. It was a friendly gesture, but when coupled with the conviction in his voice when his words insinuated he was going to take care of her, it became confusing.

"I know," she told him honestly, because she did know, even if she felt that he meant it on a very different level than she wanted him to. "But that's easier said than done," she added.

Why couldn't this day just be over, she wondered. Her eyes were cast downward then and she turned her head to look back at the wall in front of her, sitting stiffly beside him and feeling altogether uncomfortable by the fact that she'd rather he touch her face and kiss her than give her shoulder a squeeze. Apparently, not everyone in existence was so easy to attract and pull into the web. Good for Sam, she thought miserably, if he can resist without effort. Probably better off for him in the long run, anyway, she supposed. Especially since she was a curse. Now it was even extending to girls with whom she considered herself close. Great.

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demonboyking
2009-05-17 10:55 pm UTC (link)

Sam felt her stiffen under his arm and he realized that he had acted out of line. Way to go, Winchester. Touch her when she's worried some guy with women issues is coming after her. Sam let a breath out through his nose and pulled his arm back. "Sorry," he said, looking at her as she stared at the wall in front of her. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"I'll send a message to him tomorrow," Sam said, looking down at his hands. "Make sure he understands."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 11:20 pm UTC (link)

Shannon looked back at Sam, her brow furrowed slightly at the tone in his voice; she hadn't meant to make him feel badly, after all. "It's fine," she said, shaking her head. "It's just...today," she added awkwardly. This morning. Make up your fucking mind, because I can't stand this. Is this how Dean feels about me right now? No wonder he doesn't want to be around me...

Taking a drink and then offering Sam the bottle, Shannon went back to staring at the wall and wrapped her free arm around herself in an effort to block out the cold. No matter how awkward things were...she was going to have to stick out tonight if she wanted to be warm. Things wouldn't feel different for him and the conflict was internal for her. So long as she just sucked it up, it'd be fine. He'd be warm, she'd be warm, and come morning, it'd be over and she'd try to figure something else out.

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demonboyking
2009-05-17 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Sam took the bottle and took a drink. He wished it'd been some Jack and would at least give him the impression of warmth going down, instead it was cold and tasted of peppermint toothpaste. He swallowed and looked down, his eye catching Shannon's now empty hand.

"Shannon, what happened to your hand?" He asked, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around her wrist as he pulled it towards the light and closer to him. He put the bottle down and traced the inside of her palm lightly with his fingers to see how bad it was. It looked long but not deep. Luckily there wouldn't be any dental floss stitches required.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 11:59 pm UTC (link)

Shannon didn't have a chance to hide her hand before Sam had noticed it and her breath caught in her throat as his fingers moved over her palm after his other hand closed gently around her wrist. "It's nothing, I just knicked it," she said. On Edward's hand, so don't even get me started on that little what-the-fuck moment...that's just another notch on the bedpost of my shitty day.

Her eyes were on his face and her stomach was fluttering at his touch...and she hated it. Why was she wasting her time being attracted to someone who didn't even notice her? Not that way, at least. Not the way she wanted or the way she was used to being noticed.

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