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Tweak says, "Why didn't you call me?"

Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-02 21:08:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 09, location: church, location: thrift store, sam winchester

Who: Sam Winchester & Andy Gallagher
What: Remembering Cold Oak
Where: Starting at the church and heading towards the clocktower
When: Day 9, Morning
Rating: R
Status: Active

Sam had only been drunk a handful of times in his entire life and somehow between the few times he always forgot just how horrible the morning after a night of binge drinking was. He'd been sick earlier, though he was grateful that he'd been able to make it out of the museum and out of the sight of any of it's inhabitants, especially one, before he emptied the contents of his stomach on an unsuspecting bush around the back of the building. He couldn't really think of anything that would've been more embarrassing than having Shannon witness that, except maybe having Dean see it.

He also found himself grateful for the fact that he hadn't yet consumed all of his tic-tacs from his welcome package so that he could put them to good use now. He'd made his way back into the museum and while he normally wouldn't have touched Shannon's supplies without first asking permission he'd taken the liberty of helping himself to her supply of Aleve and a bottle of water. She probably wouldn’t even know, considering she was still sleeping in one of the rooms with Ianto and Jack, though he wasn't entirely sure if she'd care or not. He wasn't sure what had happened between them, but she was definitely acting as if he'd done something wrong. Something that was most clearly evidenced by the fact that she'd decided to sleep with someone else the night before without so much as telling him she was going to do so. Not that she necessarily owed him an explanation, he'd just forgotten momentarily that she didn't. Which was maybe the most disturbing thing of all.

A quick look in the journals had given him an excuse to get out of the museum and had him headed towards the church to meet up with Andy. The pretty day was absolutely wasted on him as he battled the raging headache that remained untouched by the Aleve and squinted against the morning light. Even the sounds of the birds annoyed him as he made the trek from the museum to the church, his shoulders slightly more slouched against the sunshine than they normally would've been. He had finished the water bottle by the time he reached the church, his thoughts moving to his father and his brother as he surveyed the lonely graveyard. By the time he reached the church door there was a part of him that had wished he knew some place where he could curl up alone and go back to sleep and then start the day over hangover free. 'Course wishful thinking hadn't exactly gotten him anywhere before, he didn't exactly have a lot of faith in it now.

He reached up and knocked, the sharp sound of his knuckles on the door seeming to echo. Then, realizing that Andy wasn't exactly the most mobile person at the moment and Luna was out he pushed the door open. "Andy?" He called out, but not as loudly as he normally might've, as he searched the open space for a sign of his friend. "Hey, it's me, Sam."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-03 10:32 am UTC (link)

After making plans with Sam to take a walk, Andy laid back on the pew, hands laced behind his head, for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling. Luna wasn't with Sam. Logically, that meant she was either with Dean or Tonks, from what he gathered. He wondered if he should be worried, but really all he could muster was hurt. Andy still had no idea what he'd done wrong that had driven her away completely; he thought that they were cool. She'd talked to him on the journal a little bit the day before and she'd even stopped into the church for a while. But still, she hadn't come home at the end of the night.

Home. That was using the word pretty loosely, he thought. Sam seemed confident, though, that Luna was fine, so if Sam thought so, Andy thought so. Groaning slightly from the pain of the kinks in his shoulders and neck from a terrible night's sleep, Andy got to his feet and, without the crutches, hobbled slowly into the alter boys' room where he had taken to leaving his clothes. It was kind of hot this morning, he thought, so although he hadn't any shorts, he did have a t-shirt and the sooner he got out of the long sleeves he was currently wearing and into it, the better.

Andy was halfway through struggling back into his jeans after having cleaned the wound on his leg - which, by the way, was becoming more and more tedious to have to fucking deal with all the time - when he heard Sam calling out to him. "Hey man, two seconds," he called back and leaned at an awkward angle against the wall in an effort to hold himself up so that he could more carefully pull the jeans up. It wasn't that he was still having mobility issues - because he was getting much better at moving around on his own - it just stung like a bitch to pull the material up over the still-irritated wound.

A few minutes later, he was dressed and walking, albeit slowly, back out into the church. "Shit, Sam, you look like hell..." he muttered, brow furrowed slightly with concern as soon as he took in the sight of his friend. "You all right, man? I can walk it myself if you're not feeling well..."

He didn't want to walk by himself, especially since it had sounded a little like his friend could use a sounding board today, but he'd do it if he had to and he'd just go straight to the gym rather than dicking around outside enjoying the weather. The weather change was making him pretty miserable as well. Not because he enjoyed the cold, because he sure as hell didn't, but the quick change was wreaking havoc on his sinuses. Andy was stuffy and had a headache, not to mention the massive amount of sinus pressure. It was particularly bothersome because Andy didn't get sick very often...but when he did, he was pretty much down for the count. In fact, after Doc Lex got the stitches out, he was thinking he might just come back here to crash. For the rest of the day.

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demonboyking
2009-06-05 01:24 am UTC (link)

At the sound of Andy's voice from the other room, Sam dropped into one of front pews and leaned his head back before closing his eyes. He actually wished he'd taken four times as many aspirin as he had, since all the jarring of walking had only made his headache worse.

He opened his eyes when he heard Andy's voice much clearer and closer this time and lifted his head to look at Andy. The fact that he looked like Hell didn't exactly make Sam feel any better. There probably wasn't any point in trying to hide the fact that he was hung over, besides he'd pretty much already told Andy so over the journals. "I'm fine," Sam said, forcing a small smile and pushing himself to his feet. He looked Andy over, noting the way he was moving slowly but without crutches. "I want to go." He paused, raising his eyebrows. "You're looking better."

He thought Andy still looked a little doubtful and so Sam pressed on, not really allowing him much room to argue as he stepped closer. "Anyway, there are some things I'd really like to talk to you about, so this works for both of us."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-05 07:04 pm UTC (link)

The small smile Sam gave in response was a clearly forced one, but Andy knew all too well how shitty it felt to be hungover, so he wasn't going to call Sam out on it. Instead, he returned it with a small, sympathetic one of his own. Sam was making it pretty clear with both his body language and insistance in barrelling on so that Andy didn't have a chance to protest that he was going to come along, so Andy decided against fighting him on it. Maybe Sam had hit the bottle so heavily because he had a shitty night and wanted to try and walk it off today. Who the hell was Andy to tell him no?

"Cool, if you're sure," he replied when Sam said he still wanted to go. He preferred to have the company, anyway, so he wasn't going to fight the guy on it. "Yeah, thanks, I think cuz I finally got a decent night's sleep without having to wake up cuz I laid wrong for the first time since the episode of When Animals Go Bad, or whatever," he joked feebly. "Plus, it's nice out. Or at least, I gather, since the sun is shining and I wasn't freezing my balls off when I woke up," he added.

Andy started toward the door, eyebrows raised slightly at Sam's next statement. "Yeah? Like what?" he asked, honestly curious. "Your girlfriend?" he joked. "Or perhaps Vas Captio's version of politics?" He wasn't sure, really, what it was that Sam would want to talk about, but whatever it was, Andy was game. He hadn't had a decent in-person conversation in days.

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demonboyking
2009-06-06 08:53 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sure," Sam said, grinning faintly at Andy's reference to the cougar. "Yeah, I guess it is pretty nice outside," Sam said realizing that he hadn't actually paid much attention to the warmth of the outdoors as much as tried to deal with an overly bright sun.

Sam sighed and shook his head. "She's not my girlfriend," he corrected, even thought he knew full well that Andy was kidding. He still felt a need to clarify it, maybe for himself more than anyone. He knew he was beginning to develop feelings for Shannon that weren't strictly the friend kind. He also knew it was a bad idea. Mostly because of their situation and least of all because she didn't seem to think the same about him.

Andy's sarcasm made Sam's grin return. "Yeah, Andy, I was thinking you should run for mayor. What do you think?"

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brain_ninja
2009-06-06 09:07 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe we should take a trip to the thrift shop on our walk and get you some shades, bro," Andy offered, laughing although his expression played of sympathy for what he could only venture was Sam's plight. He'd been down that road plenty of times, looking for happiness, love, or escape at the bottom of a bottle. He wondered which Sam had been chasing the previous night.

At the correction, Andy smirked and raised his eyebrows, pushing the doors open and squinting reflexively at the brightness of the sun. Then, he felt doubly sympathetic toward Sam; if even he was affected by the sunshine, surely it was all but killing Sam... "Yeah, but you knew what I was talking about and that's what matters," he pointed out with a grin. "You wanna piss and moan about her? God knows I've filled your ears - or eyes, I guess, technically - with my own brand of bitching on a very similar subject," he added almost apologetically.

A huff of a laugh escaped Andy as he stepped out onto the small patio of the church and made his way down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to survey the surroundings, pleasantly surprised by the nice weather. Where once there had been heaps of snow there were now only tiny piles of residual. Not too shabby, he thought. "Y'think?" he asked, rolling his eyes slightly at the prospect. "I think maybe that guy Rorschach would do better. Or maybe that Laura chick, since, based on what little I've seen in the journal, it seems like she already thinks she runs the shit. Who d'you think would get the popular vote? I could win against those guys, right?" he joked.

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demonboyking
2009-06-06 09:47 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, maybe," Sam said with a small nod. Though he thought he'd look pretty ridiculous wearing sunglasses in a place like this. The last thing he wanted to do was explain them to anyone, though he didn't really think Shannon would judge him for having a hangover. Dean wouldn't let him live it down though.

Sam winced at the brightness as Andy pushed open the doors. He reached a hand over Andy's head to hold the door open for the both of them. He shot Andy a sideways glance, surprised at the fact that he did kind of want to piss and moan but not entirely sure that Andy would understand it. "I actually don't think I have any right to complain," Sam said, slowly. "I guess I'm a little confused when it comes to Shannon, but I wouldn't say she did anything wrong exactly." He paused. "She's not my girlfriend or anything like that, we just look out for one another."

Sam followed Andy back out into the sunlight, keeping his eyes focused on the steps and ground in front of him. This time he laughed at Andy's response and shook his head. "I don't know, man, but you've got my vote. Could your first act as mayor be roping in the night watch a little, maybe?"

He stuck his hands in his pockets and started moving towards the dirt road. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about a food supply Dean found. We think we should ration it, but we're not sure everyone's going to go along with that. I was wondering if we could dispense it here at the church." He paused. "Actually, if you could dispense it."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-06 10:09 pm UTC (link)

"Might as well, man, it's on the way," Andy replied with a shrug, shielding his eyes with one hand as he looked back over at Sam. He would've thought Sam's response would be a little more enthusiastic, all things considered, but he wasn't gonna fault the guy.

Rolling his eyes, Andy shook his head. "You have every right to complain, dude," he said with a shrug. "Maybe not to her, but I ain't gonna tell her," he laughed. "You let it fester and you're just gonna hate her eventually, believe me, man. I speak from experience." He paused. "Not Luna, if that's what you're thinking," he was quick to add, looking down at the ground as he walked, stuffing his hands in his pockets as well.

He wondered what exactly Sam meant by the fact that he was confused, but he didn't want to pry, really, even if he could use some information on the subject if he wanted to impart any sort of advice. Yeah right, that was a laugh. Andrew Gallagher giving girl advice to anyone... "Like Luna and I were," he said more than asked, looking back up at Sam briefly, still squinting against the sunlight. He nodded once and looked back at the dirt road, understanding, if that was the case. But, if that was the case, it would stand to reason Sam had found himself attached to the girl and that, Andy understood all too well.

Raising his eyebrows, Andy looked up and out in front of him, shaking his head. He wasn't going to tell Sam that he'd volunteered, sort of, for the Night Watch, save that he wasn't planning on making any of their actual rounds. He wouldn't have been very good on foot anyway. Maybe part of it was that, with Luna gone, Andy felt like he needed someone to protect and the idea of having someone paired with him via the Night Watch meant maybe he could be useful to someone again. "Man, you tryin' to get me assassinated right at the beginning of my term?" he quipped. "Shit, that's a quick way to take over my throne, dude; if you want it, just say so," he laughed.

His eyes moved back to rest on Sam when he spoke again and he extracted one hand from his pocket to shield his eyes again when he looked up. "Me? Why...?" he asked, confused. And then it clicked and Andy's brow furrowed slightly as he nodded. "Oh. Yeah, I get it. Whatever you want, dude, I guess. If I can help," he replied with a shrug.

Sam wanted him to do it, Andy supposed, because he wasn't sure people would go along with the rationing of it. And if they didn't, Andy could make sure they would follow the 'rules' anyway. It was a form of exploitation, he guessed, but Sam had a point. Something like that should be rationed and if not everyone was going to be on board, someone had to take care of crowd control. Who better than a freak?

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demonboyking
2009-06-06 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Sam tried to read Andy's expression when he indicated that he wasn't talking about Luna, but he wasn't sure what he saw there. It was true that Sam thought he could talk to, if not complain, to Andy and it would stay between them. Besides, to his knowledge, Andy hadn't even met Shannon.

"Yeah," Sam said, licking dry lips. "Like you and Luna." He wondered how he could explain their arrangement without making it sound like something it clearly wasn't. "She asked me to stay with her on the second day and I have been. We've sort of been trying to keep track of who all is here, though other people have started taking roll calls now. We used to sleep in shifts too, to try to make sure neither of us were taken by surprise in the middle of the night. Though, that didn't exactly work out." He cleared his throat. "We've also been sharing body heat...at night."

He kept his eyes focused on the ground. "So I guess you could say we're kind of close. Or you know, as close as you can be in this place. But lately it seems like she's avoiding me." He paused realizing how he might have unintentionally rubbed dirt in Andy's own wound. After all, wasn't that what he thought Luna was doing to him? What she might actually be doing, considering she hadn't returned the prior night? Sam sighed and shrugged. "Maybe it's just going around."

When Andy asked if he was trying to get him assassinated Sam laughed and shook his head. "Dude, you couldn't pay me enough to be mayor of this place. Though that would be pretty Machiavellian of me." He shrugged. "I think the idea of a Night Watch is a good one, but I don't like the idea of people with powers setting themselves up over everyone else. I mean, I understand that they can offer protection, but there's just something about all of it that bothers me. What if they decide someone or something is dangerous, what can everyone else do to stop them from taking care of it?"

Sam swallowed, a guilty look crossing his face as Andy's expression changed. He really should've asked in a different way. He was letting the fact that he felt like crap get the better of him. It wasn't just any favor he was asking from Andy. He didn't even know if using the power at all was a good thing. Ava had said it had been like switches flipping. What was to say that Andy using his mind control wouldn't start the same process.

"I know it's asking a lot," Sam said, slowly. "I just can't really trust anyone else and I don't want to have to fight anyone over food. That's probably what they want us to do. Turn on each other, or get greedy or selfish. I just figured this would give you something to do, since you wanted to help out, and would also be the least violent way of dealing with people who might not be willing to share."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-06 11:51 pm UTC (link)

As Sam explained, Andy stayed silent, keeping any potential witty comments to himself. It sounded like Sam was actually kind of stressed about the situation and somehow Andy just knew that making jokes wouldn't help anything. His eyebrows raised and then his brow furrowed, back and forth until Sam got to the part where they shared body heat at night. His eyebrows raised again and he smirked slightly to himself. Before making comment, he paused and backtracked a little in his thought process. "Didn't work out...?" he wondered aloud without looking up at Sam. And by the way, man, if y'all are sharing body heat, you've got one up on me with Luna. She never let me touch her, except when I was feeling like shit. I kinda don't count the times I kissed her, because one wasn't even a real kiss and the other sent her running for the fuckin' hills, he thought, but didn't bother saying.

"Yeah, sounds like it," Andy agreed when Sam said that he and that Shannon chick were pretty close. And then, he was back to his furrowed brow when Sam said that he felt like Shannon was avoiding him, adding that maybe it was going around. Frowning, Andy shook his head. "I think you're better off than I am if you kissing her didn't make her run off into the forest...or if you've never forgotten who she was while under the influence of a crude attempt at anesthesia. ...or, you know, if she's never seen you throwing up," he muttered. With a sigh, he stopped walking and looked up at Sam. "Man, you just gotta see what her problem is. I know what Luna's is. I pushed my luck and then she saw me at a really low point. What's Shannon's excuse, you know?

"Shit, Sam, you guys shared body heat? What? That's your way of saying you fuckin' cuddle with her at night and then she just bailed on you? Sounds to me like you had it pretty good and if you're just gonna sit around and let her drift off without even trying to figure shit out, then that's all on your head. You had it better than me, from the sounds of it. So, what's the problem with just asking her if she's okay?" he asked, starting to walk again. "Maybe she's just freaking out about everything going on. We kinda all are. Everybody deals different, dude." Hell, maybe that was Luna's problem, but Andy wasn't going to admit that possibility after his impromptu speech.

Taking a deep breath, Andy sighed again. Dammit, he didn't want to miss Luna. Projection, he told himself. He didn't miss Luna; he missed Tracey. Fuck, he missed the hell out of Trace... Shaking his head, Andy reached up and scratched the back of his head. "Just ask her," he finished lamely.

Andy was glad for the change of subject. Lecturing Sam felt a little too much like he was lecturing himself for Andy's personal level of comfort. It probably felt that way because maybe he secretly was. Even if he wouldn't ever admit it out loud. "Yeah, no kidding," he agreed. "Fuck if I wanna be anything other than the speck of nothing I've been thus far. I prefer to keep my head down and be invisible. Sounds to me like, in this place, it's the best and safest bet, ya know?"

Which is part of the reason why I'm not super fond of doing this whole rationing thing... he thought before nodding again. "No, I get it, it's cool," he said casually. "I'll take care of it. Just bring the shit over and I'm on it." He gave Sam a small smile and shrugged again. "Voila, thrift shop, one o'clock," he added, pointing at the building looming in the short distance ahead.

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demonboyking
2009-06-07 12:42 am UTC (link)

Sam's brow furrowed at Andy's question. Did it not work out? he wasn't sure. He'd thought it was working pretty well for both of them. Not just with the body heat, but something else too. He liked coming back to the museum and knowing that Shannon was going to be there. He liked knowing that there was someone who would miss him if he disappeared, even as much as it hurt to admit the same for her. Not because missing her was a bad thing, just that it meant she'd be gone. He gave Andy a sideways glance and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess that might be it. Maybe she just got tired of our..." He wanted to say arrangement, but he thought it sounded too presumptuous. Like it involved something more than just spooning for body heat. "Maybe she just got tired of it," he finished.

Sam stopped when Andy did, sympathy clearly stamped across his face as Andy listed off the reasons why Luna might possibly be avoiding him. He wanted to tell him that it was probably none of those things. That maybe she's just gotten caught up talking with her old friend Tonks or had to help someone else, but the truth was he didn't know if that was true. And saying it when it wasn't would just be cruel. Especially when he knew how much Andy cared for her, even if he'd been acting in the journals like he could turn those feelings off. He opened his mouth to respond, but then Andy started in again and Sam found himself surprised at how his friend's thoughts seemed to line up pretty close to his own.

Maybe it wasn't normal for her to sleep with him every night and then just stop without so much as an explanation. Maybe he did owe it to himself to at least make sure she was okay and clear the air if he'd unintentionally done something to upset her. Andy started walking again and after a second or two, Sam followed. "I just don't want to seem like I'm expecting her to sleep with...beside me every night," Sam said, feeling a little weird about letting Andy in on some of his more private worries. A part of him felt like he should be keeping all of this to himself and figuring it out on his own. "We're just friends. There's no rule that we have to. Or that she has to tell me anything. I just thought..." He ran a hand through his head. "I don't know, I think part of the reason is that I'm reading too much into everything. Maybe she just didn't want to be alone. Maybe she's found a better sleeping arrangement." He shrugged. "If I bring it up and it's nothing, then it's going to look like I thought it was something." Which, he couldn't help but think, he would be more than a little disappointed about.

He took a deep breath. "Have you asked Luna if she's okay?" He paused. "I'm not trying to get in your business, Andy, but she did seem genuinely upset when she thought you were trying to take back kissing her. And if anyone deals differently than everyone else, it'd be Luna. Maybe she's just freaking out too."

"You're not invisible," Sam said, shaking his head. "If it wasn't for you we wouldn't have had wolf to eat, or apples. And you saved Martha. You've made a difference here and you didn't need a mask or the ability to go without sleep to do it. People are glad you're here. I know I am."

Sam stopped, feeling a little awkward. This was definitely what Dean would've called chick flick moment territory and he fought the urge to walk a little faster.

"Thanks," he said, giving Andy one last apologetic look before looking up at the shop ahead. He glanced upwards and sighed. "You know, I think I am going to see if they've got some sunglasses. Do you need anything?"

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brain_ninja
2009-06-07 01:17 am UTC (link)

I feel like I'm listening to my own inner commentary, man, you have no idea, Andy thought at Sam's response. He shook his head and shoved his hand back into his pocket. "Maybe she did," he agreed. "Or maybe she's worried you did. Or, you know, maybe she's trying to play it safe. There were clones running around yesterday. Maybe she just took up with someone she knew didn't have one, just to be on the safe side. She'll probably come back around tonight, bro. If she doesn't, I say just ask her what the deal is. You don't have to make a big thing of it. Just...I dunno, make it like you were worried when she didn't show up and you just wanna make sure she's okay and shit," he offered as a solution.

Really, Andy could sympathize. He hadn't wanted Luna to feel obligated to stay with him just because they'd been the first person each other had met on that first day they'd gotten to this place, but...he did want her to stay. She'd already slipped through his fingers, but Sam still had a chance to grab on again, from the sounds of things. Andy was trying very hard not to be jealous and annoyed at that very fact. "Well, yeah, she kinda does, man," Andy pointed out, frowning. "You guys buddied up. It's kind of her job to keep you fuckin' updated, bro, ya know? If you're supposed to be watching each other's backs and all... I mean, shit, what if you just walked out on her without so much as a word? She'd be pissed, right? Since you were supposed to be watching out for her and apparently keeping her warm. So, yeah, she kinda fuckin' does have to tell you if she's movin' on so that you can, if that's the case. And if she's not, so that you don't keep yourself up all night worrying. Not that I'd know what that feels like, or anything," he added with a bitter bit of sarcasm tacked onto the latter statement.

Brow furrowing even further, Andy tried really hard not to roll his eyes. "Yeah, I did. She pretty much said she's fine, so...whatever," he replied. At Sam's addition that she seemed upset about his trying to take back kissing her, Andy bristled. "Dude, what the fuck ever, she wasn't even trying to have it when I tried to explain that what I said had nothing to do with me wanting to take back that fucking kiss - although, now I wish I could. It was just a misunderstanding but she couldn't be bothered to let me explain what I meant, so whatever. And, for the record, she didn't seem too freaked out when your fucking brother showed up to crash my place, so that's kind of a cop out. Fuck her, I don't have time to beg on my hands and knees for shit like that in a place like this. Game over. I'm done."

Then, Andy's expression softened slightly and he sighed. He was taking out his anger and hurt over Luna on Sam and his friend and that wasn't fair. "Sorry. Look man, clearly you like Shannon. Like her, I mean. So, the question is...do you want her to come back because you don't wanna be alone or do you want her to come back because you want her?" he asked. "Cause...it kinda matters which it is when it comes to any kind of advice I could try to impart. If, you know, you want it. Otherwise I can just shut up and let you complain, just to get it off your chest."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-07 01:17 am UTC (link)

Sam pointed out the less-than-invisible things Andy had done and he looked back out in front of himself. "Martha's still missing. With every day that goes by, I start to think that maybe that little shit Ryuzaki isn't wrong about her being dead. So, good for me, I saved her the first time and I couldn't the second. Whole lot of use I am, dude." He didn't feel like agreeing with Sam, at this point, even if he felt like yeah, he had been kind of useful. "And I didn't really help that much with the wolves, man. Sarah could've done it." It was true, even if maybe he realized after the fact that he shouldn't have said so. The last part of Sam's statement, though, was rewarded with an incredulous look. "Yeah? You sound like a Lifetime movie," he replied with a laugh. After a short pause, he gave Sam a lopsided grin. "I'm glad you're here, too, man," he admitted.

"Nah, I'm good," he replied when Sam asked if he wanted anything in the thrift shop. "I mean, if you actually feel like lookin', I wouldn't hate it if you found a pair of shorts that might fit me. It's fuckin' hot in this place today. But other than that, nah. No worries, just get yourself some shades. It'll help the headache. You've totally got a headache, I can see it every time you look up from the road. I know the feeling, too. I'd offer you somethin' for it, but all I've got is Vicodin and I think that might maybe be overkill," he joked. "I'll just hang out here. Sit down for a minute. This is the furthest I've walked since the day with the cougar," he added.

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demonboyking
2009-06-07 02:31 am UTC (link)

Sam's shoulders hunched forward in a small shrug as he followed Andy's train of thought. It made sense if she'd wanted to get away because of the clones, except she'd ended up sleeping with two of the people in the museum who had known clones. So it had to be either that she'd gotten tired of coming back to their room to sleep or she thought he had. Though he had no idea how she could've gotten that idea. "Yeah," he said after mulling over Andy's words for a minute. "Maybe you're right."

Sam glanced downwards again as Andy started speaking, finding himself enjoying the fact that Andy sounded a little put out on his behalf. He wanted to think that he was right and if Sam had just walked out without so much as a word Shannon would've been upset. He wasn't sure though. She was resourceful. If she wasn't upset she'd just find someone else to look out for her. If she didn't worry it meant that it hadn't really meant anything at all, except for a convenient arrangement. He looked up when Andy got to the end of that and indicated that he didn't know what it was like to stay up all night worrying. He sighed, realizing that all of this might be a little too close to home for Andy at the moment.

Sam's mouth curved into a deep frown as Andy went off about Luna. To Sam at least, it seemed like Andy wouldn't be as upset if he still didn't have feelings for their blonde friend. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid if it turned out Shannon was avoiding him either because she was ready to move on or because she just didn't feel the same way. He didn't want to be angry or bitter about it. If there was nothing there, it was best if he just dropped the idea altogether.

Andy's question caught him off guard and for a moment he didn't say anything. He wasn't afraid of being alone. Sure he wished Dean was there - the Dean from his timeline - because he missed him. He'd given up any hope of the current Dean standing still long enough to really talk to. He'd made it pretty clear that he liked working alone. Something that Sam was still getting used to. He wasn't used to Dean not wanting him around. Still, he could deal with it. If he was honest with himself it was that he wanted her to come back because he wanted her there. So he could make sure nothing happened to her, so he could take care of her hand when it got cut, so he could listen to her secrets and entrust his in return, so at the end of the night he could wrap his arm around her and pretend that it made her feel as safe as it made him feel.

"It's not the being alone," Sam said, carefully. "I want her there." Saying it outloud made him feel relieved for half a second before the weight on his shoulders settled around him again. Andy was right. He liked her. When had that ever ended well for any of the girls he'd liked? Really liked. If he was smart he'd be trying to push her away, rather than trying to get her back.

"We don't know she's dead," Sam said, quickly. He didn't want to think about the good doctor being another victim of this place. He sighed. "Andy, give yourself a break. You haven't exactly been in a position to look out for anyone. That's not your fault." He shook his head. "And don't sell yourself short either. Sarah wouldn't have been able to do it without your help."

"Ha, yeah," Sam said, shooting Andy a small grin when he said he sounded like a Lifetime movie. He moved his mouth into a thoughtful frown. "I wonder if Valerie Bertinelli is available to play you?"

Sam glanced down at Andy's jeans and nodded. "Yeah, no problem. What size are you?" He could guess, but he didn't think something too big or too small would come into much use." He gave a small embarrassed smile when Andy pointed out that it was evident he had a headache. At this point he wasn't against stopping at the pharmacy on the way back to grab some more Aleve. His brow furrowed. "You sure you're okay?"

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brain_ninja
2009-06-07 01:04 pm UTC (link)

With a shrug, Andy looked back at Sam. "Worst thing that can happen is that I'm wrong and she just thinks it's sweet of you to worry. Best case scenario, she falls all over herself for you because chicks eat that shit up," he replied with a half-smirk. "Show a little sensitivity and they love you all the more."

Nodding his understanding, Andy looked back down at the road as they walked. He knew that feeling. He didn't mind being alone; back in the real world he was a lone wolf most of the time, especially since Webber's death and Trace feeling the need to avoid him like the plague. He just wanted Luna to come back. But, therein lay the rub. He wanted Luna back, but he wanted her to want to come back. "Well...then make her want to stay," he replied quietly. "The way I figure, it's pretty simple. If she's not into you, you can still hang out with her if you give her a good enough reason to be there, bro. Sounds to me like she's at least a little into you if she's letting you keep her warm at night. Luna and I were pretty tight and even then she never let me touch her and it wasn't like I didn't suggest it. Besides, the best way to make sure your girl stays safe is to keep her in your sights, so that's a bonus." You should probably try to take your own advice, Gallagher...again.

The fact that there was no actual confirmation that Martha was dead was the only thing that Andy could cling to, so it wasn't like he'd discounted the possibility that she was still roaming around out there, somewhere. "Yeah, I know. And that's easier said than done, man, think about it: if this was you stuck in the same place being completely useless involuntarily, how would you feel? Like you failed the people you care or came to care about? It's not willful, man, it just happened. I just feel that way." He shrugged again when Sam tried to say that Sarah wouldn't have been able to get the wolves without his help. Yeah, she would've. She'd have had to work harder, but yes she would've. I just moved the process along more quickly and smoothly, but she'd have been fine all on her own, he thought, but didn't say, because that would beg explanation and Andy intended on keeping his promise to Sarah about not telling anyone what she was.

Rolling his eyes, Andy huffed out a laugh. "If I get Valerie Bertinelli, you're definitely getting Meredith Baxter, bitch," he replied, laughing still.

Andy followed Sam's eyes down at his jeans where much blood had pooled and dried around where his injury was when it had still been bleeding through bandages. Before Doc Lex swooped in and saved the day, so to speak. He gave Sam a wan but sheepish smile and looked back up at him. "Thirty-four waist," he replied. "Don't kill yourself in there lookin' for anything, though, man, it's cool if you can't find anything."

Sinking down onto the road and leaning up against the building, Andy nodded. "Yeah, I'm good, just don't be in there forever, lest I get bored and have to come after you," he joked. "Don't worry about me, man, just go get your shades," he added, shielding his eyes and looking up at Sam with a grin.

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demonboyking
2009-06-09 10:41 am UTC (link)

Sam gave a small laugh at Andy's crack at sensitivity. Still, he couldn't really find any fault with his friend's logic. It wouldn't hurt to let her know that he worried about her.

Sam focused on the road again as Andy said he should find a way to make her want to stay. If she didn't like him the way he liked her that didn't mean that Sam would stop worrying about her, he'd just back off and give her more space. Not to mention he wouldn't want his feelings to get in the way of their friendship. As much as he hated to admit it, in this place besides Andy and Dean she was the closest thing to a friend he had. Plus, Andy was right. While Sam had convinced himself that sharing body heat was a logical thing to do, it wasn't as if everyone in Vas was doing it. He couldn't be the only one that thought it was more intimate than most sleeping arrangements, especially between virtual strangers. He looked over at Andy when he referred to Shannon as "your girl", wondering if he was thinking about Luna. He knew Andy felt responsible for her. He wanted to tell Andy to try to talk to her again, but he knew that it would be wasting his breath. Maybe he should try to talk to Luna again. "Yeah," he said at length. "Maybe you're right."

Sam sighed but didn't argue with Andy when he asked him to imagine what it was like feeling ineffectual. It wasn't reall that hard, considering Sam hadn't been able to find any connection to the others or a way to get out. Though, at least he'd been able to move around and offer some physical protection to Shannon and back up to Dean. He could imagine how frustrating a bum leg had to have been for Andy. "I'm not going to tell you how to feel," Sam said slowly. "I mean, I can't. I just wish you didn't feel that way, because you being here has made a difference. For Luna, for Martha, for Sarah, for me."

Sam let out a snort of laughter at being likened to Meredith Baxter. "Whatever, man."

Sam gave Andy a small nod when he told him his waist size, noting it to memory. He seemed to look Andy over one last time to make sure he was really fine before he nodded and went inside the thrift store. The store was dark and cool and Sam was a little regretful that he didn't have an excuse to stay longer as he found a small sunglass display fairly easily. He grabbed the first pair he saw, a bulky plastic pair that belonged in 1987 and then hesitated before grabbing another pair of dusty aviator glasses. He made his way over to the men's clothing, glancing at the sizes and trying to find something that would work as a replacement for Andy's current jeans.

Fifteen minutes later he emerged from the thrift shop wearing the plastic sunglasses. He grinned at Andy, an eyebrow raising over the top of his shades as he shook out a pair of olive parachute pants. "They're a little sore on the eyes, but they might work." He held out the other pair of sunglasses. "Thought this might complete the look."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-11 12:23 pm UTC (link)

Pretending to look completely put out, Andy gave an overdramatic sigh. "I usually am, Sam. I usually am," he deadpanned and then snorted a laugh and shook his head. "Just try it, man, and if it doesn't work out, I give you full permission to ream me for it later."

The next remark made Andy furrow his brow slightly. He hadn't made a lick of difference to Luna, so far as he could tell. Martha, yeah, he could admit that he'd saved her ass when she'd been too stubborn to listen to him. Sarah, maybe. But he hadn't seen her lately, either. It seemed like every girl he was in contact with, minus Doc Lex, had disappeared again, from him or from this place. He tried not to think about that.

"Well, there's always Mark-Paul Gosselar and Fred Savage, but we'd have to flip for who gets to be the sweet, sensitive one and who gets stuck being the girlfriend abuser," he joked, rolling his eyes. "Get in there," he added with a laugh, nodding toward the door of the thrift shop and leaning his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.

The sun was warm and the breeze was comforting. Well, sort of. The nice weather was almost disconcerting. With all the rain and snow they'd had, this sort of felt like it was too good to be true. Like maybe there was something coming around the bend that was going to negate the comfort of the sunshine, but Andy didn't like to think like that. In fact, Andy wasn't a big fan of thinking ahead, period. So, he pushed the thought away.

When Sam returned, holding up the parachute pants, Andy barked out a laugh. "You ass." His eyebrows raised slightly, impressed by the aviators. "I'll take those, man, but I'm so not wearing those pants. I meant shorts, bro, it's fuckin' hot out," he added laughing. "Although..."

Andy got to his feet carefully and took the sunglasses from Sam, putting them on. "We make this look good. You can call me Maverick from now on, thank you," he joked. "You should definitely wear those when you talk to your girl. Definitely." He was, of course, joking, because Sam looked pretty ridiculous in a pair of plastic sunglasses that looked like they belonged to a fourteen year old girl forever lost in the 80s. Still, it was funny. "Man, throw those God awful things back in there and let's go. I feel like I'm in the land of flashbacks, or something." He paused then and smirked. "C'mon, Iceman," he added, extending the Top Gun reference with a huff of laughter to go along with it. "Let's roll. I've been sittin' around long enough."

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demonboyking
2009-06-14 03:30 pm UTC (link)

Sam chuckled as he rolled up the pants. "Does this mean I don't get to call you M.C. Hammer or make references to Hammer-time?"

Andy said he could call him Maverick from now on and he laughed. "Forget Fred Savage, Tom Cruise is definitely the guy to play you." Andy joked that he should wear his glasses when talking to Shannon and Sam shook his head. He could only imagine how ridiculous he'd look trying to talk to her in these glasses. He suddenly hoped they didn't run into her as they made their way through town.

Sam stepped back inside the Thrift shop long enough to toss the pants on a counter by the door and then stepped up beside Andy. He snorted at being called Iceman and as they stepped out on the road again Sam was grinning.

"So, Maverick, how's the leg doing?" He glanced down at it. "I bet you're ready to get that dental floss out. I still can't believe she thought of that." He shook his head. "Pretty smart."

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brain_ninja
2009-06-15 01:51 pm UTC (link)

"That," Andy said firmly, wiping the smirk off his face for effect, "is precisely what it means." And then, he grinned and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Just wait, Sam, until I can get in there and grab something for you. Don't come crying to me when it's my turn to do you a favor in the clothing department and you end up with a dress," he joked.

With a scandalized look, Andy tipped his head down and looked at Sam over the top of the aviators. "Are you kidding me? That guy is a fucking nut job. I'll take wife-beater role king Fred Savage over that crazy fucker any day," he replied, laughing. He watched as Sam stepped back inside to discard those awful parachute pants and he took up stride with Sam, happy that he could actually keep up with his long-legged friend with minimal effort. It was kind of a moment of secret, personal triumph for Andy, realizing he could keep pace with someone whose steps Andy nearly needed to doublt to keep up with. Shit yeah... "Not too shabby, man," he replied to Sam's question, looking up at him again and giving a facial shrug of only half Sam could probably see, given the shades Andy was now donning. "She's takin' it out today, man, I'm good to go."

When Sam made comment about Lexie's having thought of dental floss, he smiled proudly. "Yeah, she's pretty cool; you should meet her," he replied, his eyes getting a bit of a far off look, even if Sam wouldn't be able to see it. He blinked, then, to bring himself back and nodded. "Doc Lex is the shit, bro. Dude, though, I gotta say...I could've lived without the bad trip I got pulled into when she knocked me out to do the stitches. I guess being high as fuck doesn't always beat passing out from pain. If I could do it again, I'd fuckin' just have her do it when I was awake and shit; that was the worst trip ever, man, and I am never touching hallucinogens again as long as I live," he vowed.

The gravel crunched under their sneakers as they moved down the road and under the bright, warm sunshine, Andy felt pretty fucking good. It was nice to have company, and it was even nicer to be able to move around and not worry about how long he'd been on the leg and whether he should go back to the church and retreat into his loneliness just to keep from tearing the wound. It was cool having Sam around, actually, and even if maybe he never would've ended up being friends with the guy in the real world, he actually kinda fuckin' liked Sam. Ol' boy was pretty good company, really, and it was nice as hell to see a familiar face from the real world - or, more specifically, nice to see a familiar face that didn't turn away whenever Andy was in their sights.

But, he was feeling good and feeling able and Sam was there, and they were hangin' the fuck out. Like hell he was gonna let himself fall into the land of the emos with thoughts about Trace. Not now. Not ever, if he could help it, really.

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demonboyking
2009-06-23 10:08 am UTC (link)

Sam let out an amused huff and shook his head. "A dress? Come on, those weren't that bad. They help air circulation."

He couldn't help but laugh at the look Andy gave him over his glasses, the sound of it echoing slightly in the quiet morning. "It wouldn't be that bad, at least you get Katie Holmes in the deal, right?"

Sam nodded and looked away from the leg, afraid that Andy might take his concern as slightly insulting. The leg itself in it's bloodied pants didn't look that much better to Sam, but Andy was moving fairly well on it. Sam raised an eyebrow as Andy talked about being knocked out for the stitches. "Where did she even find hallucinogens in this place?" Sam asked, mentally going through the locations. Unless the pharmacy actually had some prescription drugs he'd missed.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they continued down the road and Sam found himself relaxing for the first time in a long time. It had felt good to get his concerns about Shannon off his chest to someone he trusted wouldn't compromise his situation with her. Besides, he knew Andy had been, or might even be, in the same place as him, which made his advice plausable and worth thinking about. Sam had never really been good at talking to women that he liked. It was a miracle he'd ended up with Jess at all, considering how long he'd been into her before he actually got up the nerve to ask her out.

He looked up as they approached the other edge of town. The clocktower loomed up ahead, throwing a shadow over the ground in the morning light and marking the beginning of the woods. It was funny how waking up here and meeting Merope felt like it'd been years ago, instead of just a couple of days. He opened his mouth to tell Andy so, when his eye caught sight of the body hanging from the face of the broken clock.

Sam cursed, moving faster as he tried to make out the features of the person hanging. As he got closer he was relived and guilty to find it wasn't someone he knew or had met previously. It didn't matter whether or not he'd met them. Only that someone else was dead.

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brain_ninja
2009-06-29 04:27 am UTC (link)

Andy shook his head and laughed. "Yeah, okay, Sam," he replied sarcastically. Though at Sam's next response, Andy laughed. "Ha, fuck yeah. She's so hot..." he muttered to himself.

The two of them went on walking and when Sam asked about Lexie's ability to knock him out for the stitches, Andy smirked. "Dude, I dunno. There's a whole rack of prescriptions behind the counter and shit. She found Ketamine in the pharmacy. It's an anesthetic, really, but only when it's like diluted with other medical shit. Intervenous or whatever. She used it straight and sent me right into a motherfucking K-hole from hell. Webber was there. And a shitload of Lunas. It was fucked up," he replied. "But I didn't feel a thing, so I'll give her that much."

As they walked, a building loomed in the distance and the closer they got, the more Andy was pretty sure it was the clock tower. He hadn't ventured down to this part of town in a while. A long while, seemed like. Sam's curse caught Andy off guard and he looked sharply up at his friend to follow his line of sight. "Jesus fuck..." Andy breathed, picking up his pace as much as he could manage as well. The hobble was a little painful and he wasn't sure why he was moving faster; the person hanging there was dead or would be even by the time Sam got up to cut them down. He supposed the speed was probably more reflex and trying to keep up with Sam than anything else.

Looking up at the body as he finally stopped, his brow furrowed. He had no idea who the hell that guy was, but it wasn't anyone he'd met which was the important thing as far as Andy could tell. "Shit," he said quietly, looking over at Sam. "I just had a fucking flashback of Lily..." he admitted. "We should cut him down, whoever he is..."

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demonboyking
2009-07-05 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Sam smiled to himself, glad to have solicited a laugh out of Andy even if he was rolling his eyes at his comment the next moment abut Katie Holmes.

He nodded sympathetically when Andy explained the K-hole. He oculdn't imagine what it would be like to hallucinate Webber there, not to mention the dozen Lunas, it sounded like a hell of a bad trip if he'd ever heard one.

Sam came to a stop under the clocktower, only convinced close up that there was no way of saving the man who hung there. He was definitely dead. Sam stared up at his slightly swaying body until Andy caught up. He'd had the same flashback to Lily and he couldn't help but think it'd been done intentionally.

He looked over at Andy when he said they should cut him down. He cleared his throat and nodded, furrowing his brow before moving towards the clocktower doors. He was surprised Rorschach hadn't already cut him down, unless there was something wrong and they'd had to get through Rorschach and Merope in order to put him there. He knocked again, louder this time, and when there was no answer he shoved against the door and it popped open. Inside the clocktower was empty.

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brain_ninja
2009-07-05 09:09 pm UTC (link)

Swallowing thickly, Andy followed Sam up to teh door of the clock tower and then inside once his friend's knock went unanswered. There was no one inside. Andy was pretty sure there were people supposedly staying here, but there didn't seem to be any sign of them. His eyes moved over the area and he nodded toward the stairs. "You got a knife or something? Or are we gonna have to heft the guy inside and untie?"

Either way, Andy thought as he started toward and up the stairs carefully, limping slightly the further up the stairs he went, it wasn't going to be pleasant. If they used a knife and cut him down, they'd have to hear - if not see - him hit the ground and if they had to heft him inside, they'd have to carry him back down the stairs to bury him. Unless, of course, Sam just wanted to leave the body and Andy would definitely not fight him on that.

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demonboyking
2009-07-09 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Sam moved up the stairs quickly, not exactly waiting for Andy. He glanced over his shoulder as Andy asked what he wanted to do. He didn't actually want to do either, but he couldn't leave the body there. "I've got a knife," he said, moving towards the broken face of the clock tower. "I think it'd be better if we hauled him up though."

Cutting him down, to Sam at least, wasn't an option. He wouldn't be able to stomach the sound that his body would make when it hit the ground. Sam had a strong stomach, but there were still limits. He reached out, grabbing the rope and starting to pull the body up. He didn't leave much room for Andy to help and he wasn't really sure that he wanted to. Sam felt responsible, even before he saw the photo pinned to the front of the man's chest as he hauled him inside the clocktower.

"Shit," he said, laying the body down on the floor and picking up the picture of Lily. He looked up at Andy, a deep frown on his face and an unpleasant turning in his stomach. "It's for us."

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brain_ninja
2009-07-10 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Andy nodded grimly as he followed Sam up the stairs as fast as he could manage with the bum leg. He could understand Sam wanting to haul him up rather than cut him down. Andy wasn't entirely sure he could stomach the sound of the fall, either, but he wouldn't have admitted it out loud, even if asked.

Sam didn't really leave Andy any room to help, but as far as Andy was concerned, that was just fine. He wasn't sure he had the heart or the stomach, not to mention the physical strength, to do it. But once the dead man was inside the clock tower, Andy's stomach turned and he swallowed thickly. He'd seen the picture at the same time Sam had. "Fuck me..." he muttered under his breath. "That's Lily," he added unnecessarily. Clearly it was and Sam knew it, given his statement about the picture being for them. "You think that's a message? Or just fucking with us...?" he asked, frowning. If it was a message, what was it saying? That they could never leave? That they should never bother trying? Had the man who was now dead on the floor tried to escape and that was why he was now dead?

"We can't just leave him like this," Andy said quietly, reaching out and taking the picture from Sam, looking down at it and then closing his eyes before reflexively tucking it into his back pocket as some sort of macabre reminder, should he ever forget that he could never go home. Swallowing back the urge to throw up, Andy leaned down and took the dead man's arms. "You get his legs, we haul him downstairs and outside?" he asked. "Somebody should bury the guy, y'know? Might as well be us. Who knows if he even knew anybody here..."

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demonboyking
2009-07-13 03:46 pm UTC (link)

"I think it's a message," Sam said, his voice low. Lily had tried to escape and had ended up swinging from the windmill. Maybe this guy had too. He wasn't sure if someone was behind it the way Ava was, but the message was loud and clear. You can't leave unless we help you along.

Sam swallowed and looked away when Andy put the picture of Lilly in his back pocket. "Yeah," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. Sam started to ask Andy if he'd be okay carrying that kind of weight down stairs on his leg, but the look on Andy's face made him think twice about it.

"Right," he said, reaching down and getting the legs. He manuvered it so that he'd go down first, hopefully putting less strain on Andy. Once they got downstairs and outside Sam was sweating lightly. "Don't suppose you see a shovel laying around anywhere," Sam said, setting the body down.

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brain_ninja
2009-07-14 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Sam's answer was the one Andy didn't want to hear but was afraid he would. It seemed pretty loud and clear. You can't leave and you'll die trying, it said to Andy. Just like Lily. He couldn't help wondering how Sam had gotten them out of Cold Oak, as implied, but he wouldn't ask.

The extra weight of the nameless man on top of the dull ache in his thigh was a bit more than Andy could actually handle, but he was going to suck it up because there was no way in hell he was going to force Sam to do this all on his own. Someone had to bury this man; it wasn't right to just leave him. But...he couldn't expect Sam to do it alone, especially when it had been Andy's suggestion in the first place. So, he gritted his teeth and hefted the man with Sam's help back down the stairs and outside.

Once they'd put him down, Andy wiped his brow with the back of his hand, letting out a heavy sigh. "Nah, man," he replied, shaking his head. "We're not that lucky," he added, looking around. His eyes rested on a few broken planks of wood just outside and off to the left side of the building. Retrieving them, Andy held one out to Sam and kept the other for himself. "This'll have to do, huh?" he asked, frowning apologetically.

Without really waiting for an answer, Andy headed back out to the same side of the building and set to work, starting to dig the grave.

When all was said and done, Andy felt emotionally raw. He didn't want to be around Sam, or anyone, but he still needed the stitches out of his leg and Lexie had been kind enough to offer to take them out even after her set clinic hours. Eyes purposefully averted to the dirt road ahead, Andy finally spoke, breaking a long, uncomfortable silence. "You mind walking me to the gym, man?" he asked quietly. "I gotta get the stitches out but I'm kinda sore, now..." he admitted.

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demonboyking
2009-07-16 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Sam looked up from the newly dug grave and over at Andy. He nodded. "Yeah, sure, man." he said, stepping away from the grave and feeling a guilty sense of relief as they turned their back on it. As an afterthought he opened his mouth to ask Andy if he was okay, but he knew without a doubt that the answer would be no. Neither of them were okay.

People were dying.

And there was nothing they could do about it. This body had been set up for them. Had been waiting for them all morning to deliver it's undeniable message. You're not going anywhere.. The only other possibility was that he had another Ava on his hands and he didn't want to think about that possibility at all.

He and Andy walked in silence, moving much slower than they had been before. Sam's hangover had intensified from the exertion of burying the nameless man and all he really wanted to do was head somewhere still and quiet and sleep it off. Sleep all of it off.

"Mind if I head back to the church to grab some sleep?" He asked, glancing over at Andy. "The museum's a little occupied."

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brain_ninja
2009-07-18 07:54 am UTC (link)

The walk toward the gym was probably about as silent, somber, and awkward as any walk Andy had ever had. Or, maybe just since the one from Webber's body on the pavement back to the side of the dam the night he'd just been calling "that night in Guthrie" or the night "when shit went down." Tracy had shrunk back behind Dean once he'd come down from the hills, looking over her shoulder at Webber's corpse frequently while she sobbed; Andy had walked with Sam, head down and shoulders slumped, wishing he could cry about what he'd done and knowing he couldn't in present company. This walk was almost as bad.

Andy looked up as Sam asked whether he could head to the church to get some sleep because the place he normally stayed was full. That sounded pretty awful to him. Too many people made Andy uneasy, really, even if he was damn good at hiding it. "Yeah man, sure, whatever you want," he replied in a dull voice. He tried to force a smile to let Sam know that, in spite of the lackluster tone in his voice, he actually was cool with it. It came out like a grimace instead.

The gym was looming in front of the two of them sooner than Andy had expected it to. He'd thought they'd both been dragging ass, but maybe it was just time that felt slow and not the two men themselves. "All right man, this is my stop," he tried for a joke although it didn't quite hit its mark and he didn't bother even trying to make up for it with a false smile. "Have a good nap. Thanks for walkin' with me, bro."

Giving Sam a small, curt nod, Andy excused himself then and pulled the door open, slipping into the gym. Lexie'd make it better. Well, the leg, that was; it killed and maybe less pain physically would make room for all the pain emotionally. Here was to hoping.

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