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Tweak says, "I HAVE GINGIVITUS"

Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-17 17:35:00

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!complete, day 08, dean winchester, location: museum, shannon rutherford

Day 8: Mid-Afternoon
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Dean is worried Shannon might be alone
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: The Museum
Rating: R (there will be language as always)
Status: Complete

Dean was seriously concerned for Shannon being alone and after he'd made sure Luna and Tonks were safe, he had made a bee-line for the museum to make sure she was safe as well. It didn't seem like he could move fast enough, his feet felt like lead and everything went in slow motion it seemed when you were cold, tired and working against the wind.

He was out of breath but at least he wasn't as cold as he had been yesterday. He pulled the collar of the coat up around his throat and entered the museum as fast as he could without tripping over half-numb feet. He'd been everywhere all over town today it seemed. It was hardly the middle of the day yet and he was exhausted but it was a good feeling to be so tired. He knew he would sleep like the dead and that was what he needed tonight.

Eyes searching the rooms, he headed down a hall to the left, calling for Shannon because he had no idea where she might have blocked herself in. He couldn't remember if she'd said she was where she slept so he headed there first. Knocking on the door to where he remembered her sleeping, he called her name. "Hey, Shannon, are you still here?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Fighting the lump in her throat which she still couldn't differentiate between whether it was the urge to vomit or sob, Shannon shook her head and reached up with her free hand to wipe her eyes again when they started to brim with tears. She didn't want to cry anymore; it took more energy than she had.

Dean thought she meant that it was her fault the museum had cleared out. That very well might be, actually, but it wasn't what she'd been thinking when she'd said it. "They said Sayid's name," she hiccuped and then she closed her eyes and her face contorted in an effort not to cry. "And the fish song," she breathed. "Only Sayid knew about the fish song..." Her voice was strained and annoying to her own ears. Broken. Lost. Pathetic.

Shannon was afraid to touch him, but she took a step back away from the door and nodded for him to come inside. Shut the door and barricade it again, she thought miserably because only one other person here had seen her in this fallen apart state and even then it wasn't quite this bad. She wanted to keep it that way, because it made her look weak and that was a luxury she couldn't afford without Boone as a buffer zone.

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hellsboy
2009-05-17 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Shannon looked exactly the way Lexie had when he'd tried to save her from hypothermia. But where Lexie was smiling and pleasant, Shannon looked exhausted and lost. They were both as fragile as glass in his eyes. And he wished that he could figure out that she wanted to be touched because he wanted so badly to comfort her.

"Shannon," he said quietly. "There is no way it's your fault that some psycho asshole decided to fuck with you. That is not your fault at all." He wanted to hurt the guy who had forced her into the trembling, upset mess that he saw. He could have given her up to Sam easily when she was strong and pithy and he knew she would be fine. But now that she was broken and lost, he couldn't just stand aside and do nothing, let someone else take care of her.

He followed her slowly back into the room from which she'd come. "We should leave, Shannon. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

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