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Tweak says, "I am SHERLocked"

Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 23:23:00

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!complete, day 10, location: museum, remy lebeau, shannon rutherford

Who: Shannon and Remy
What: Gambit eventually makes his way back to the museum.
Where: The museum
When: 1826 - Day 10
Rating: PG13 - Just in case
Status: Complete

Gambit had left the museum just an hour and a half ago, having backed off when Sam had shown up to watch over Shannon. But the Cajun had stared a while at the Post Office, before walking around to look at the carnage of the town, then he'd stood and stared at the felled clock tower for a while. Eventually, he'd left it and had headed back to the museum, for the items he'd been planning to get in the first place. Sam had, for all intents and purposes, chased him off that first time. So he had never got the chance to explore the museum. He was going to go looking for the Doctor's jacket, the Doctor's journal, and a few of those paintings. Definitely a few of those paintings. Then he was going to get the Hell out of this place.

However, when he approached the museum, he was surprised to find that Shannon was still there, and with Jack Harkness, no less! Jack, though, after an easy greeting, had left to do things that needed to be done, and Gambit was once again left babysitting the injured girl. The aftershocks were still shaking the ground every now and then, so going inside wasn't a wise idea on anyone's part, so he avoided the steps leading up to the museum and came back over to Shannon to stand in front of her, hands pushed down onto the pockets of his jacket. He'd wear that thing the rest of his life. Really.

"You still look tire', Chere. How your side feelin'?" His smile was easy, as it always was, and he tilted his head to the side, hair falling into his face.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-11 01:20 am UTC (link)

The statement hit Shannon like a slap in the face. It was true and she knew it, but it still hurt to hear it put so bluntly. What if she had met them, so to speak? What if she had talked to him in the journals and just hadn't had the chance to meet up in person with everything that had been going on lately. Secretly, she hoped whoever he was, she'd never heard his name excluding the role calls. Whoever he was, she hoped she'd never talked to him or that if she did, she didn't like him.

Whoever he was...she hoped someone had the balls and stomach to lay him to rest the way everyone on the Island had done for Boone. His grave was crude and he'd been wrapped in tarp rather than in a smart suit; his face had still been bloody, even though she'd tried to get the worst of it before she'd broken down completely, but he'd been buried. He would hopefully rest in peace on the Island...and Shannon hoped whoever Gambit was talking about would find his own peace in final rest, even in this shitty place.

And suddenly, Shannon was angry. Why the fuck would this place let someone die if they were all supposed to be lab rats? What good is a dead lab rat? she'd constantly pointed out. It was the one thing she had been able to cling to and Gambit had shattered her last ray of hope just by telling her that someone else had met their demise. Even if she tried to justify that perhaps the person had already undergone an experiment and they weren't needed anymore, there was no hope in that.

Shannon herself had undergone one, waking up naked with Anders a few mornings ago when she'd fallen asleep with Sam. Sam had undergone an experiment the second day here. If the clones were an experiment, then Jack, Ianto, Dean, and the Doctor all had been part of one, as well. Domeki had been part of an experiment. Locke. Cheryl. George. Anders. Bob. Sam's friend Andy. Doctor Lexie. The missing Martha Jones. Everyone she'd ever talked to; everyone she'd come to care about. The only exception to the rule was Jay, but he could've been cloned and she hadn't known about it. Did that mean every last one of them was expendable now?

Expired.

Shannon closed her eyes and tried to focus on Gambit's voice coming back into her ears. It was the only thing that kept her from breaking down again. Or from throwing up. ...or both.

"Yeah, well, if you find something like that, you let me know," she said dully. "I'll sleep with you, for sure," she added not even registering the fact that it could be taken as anything other than actually sleeping.

Her eyes opened and she looked back at him when he questioned her directly, face drawn down with a mixture of exhaustion and raw emotion. "Not much," she admitted. "He's awesome, I adore him. I know that he'll flirt with just about anything that moves and I know that he saved my life. That's good enough for me," she replied, omitting everything else that she knew about the man. It wasn't her place to go spouting off things about time travel, space travel, or secret above-the-government organizations. She didn't know what of what he'd said was in confidence and couldn't remember which things were mentioned under private filters on the journals or in person versus out in the open in the books for all the community to see and she wasn't going to guess.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-11 09:45 am UTC (link)

"I let you know, Chere." He lied smoothly, eyes closing again as he breathed in deeply. This was nice. Laying down. His shoulder was protesting but it felt good everywhere else. And his coat made for a nice barrier against the itchy grass. Like heaven.

"But you don' know 'dat much, non? 'Dis Insi'er, L'Initié, he say he talk wit' all you. He say you all be frien's. Say he walk among us. 'De people we don' know, 'dey coul' be him." Now, Gambit was beginning a very careful, very precise game.. and if he didn't work it just right, it was going to backfire against him. After his talk with the Insider, he'd decided that he believed him. He'd decided that he believed that they walked among the people here. And he was turning it into a game to find out which person it was. If it turned them all against one another in the end, well.. that couldn't be helped. As long as he found out who it was. And Shannon, honestly, wasn't on his list. The Insider had mentioned her name, which took her completely off his 'List of People it Could Be'. No one mentioned their own name.

However, it didn't mean he trusted her any more than he had before, which was very little. He was willing to divulge information, because it was stuff that he already assumed that The Insider, and the people who ran this place, knew. There had been that strange moment of bonding, where he'd actually cared about making Shannon feel better, but.. Well. She wasn't like him. She wasn't one of his own. He didn't have any people. Not out there and certainly not in here. Gambit was alone and he liked it that way. Alone inside a box full of people.

"Maybe we be more careful, 'bout 'de people we talk to, non? Jus' remember t'in's 'dey say, t'in's 'bout 'dem." He turned his head to look at her then, red eyes opening to focus on brown. "Be smar'."

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