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Tweak says, "Damit thats where I eat dinner"

Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 23:57:00

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!complete, day 10, location: gym, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Ten - Late night
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Sam Winchester
What: Finally, she can go to sleep.
Where: behind the gym
When: 11:30pm-ish
Rating: PG probably
Status: Complete

The moon was shining brightly, almost as if to mock the captives, Shannon thought, as she laid on her back, staring up at it in the relatively pitch darkness of nightfall. The gym was in shambles and even when Sam had walked her slowly over there from the museum, she couldn't make herself go inside. So, Sam had gone in, retrieved whatever supplies he'd needed - she hadn't paid attention, choosing instead to close her eyes after taking the pain killer, and bite down hard on one of the clean sleeves of Remy's turtleneck - and he'd carefully cleaned and stitched the wound in her side.

That had been hours ago. There were no remains of a newly set sun; no more tremors or aftershocks rumbling their way through the town to unsettle the settled and disquiet the complacent. It had been, without a doubt, the longest day in Shannon's life...and that included the day she'd boarded Oceanic Flight 815 only to crash land before making her final destination.

"Someone died today," she told Sam in a numb, quiet voice, shattering the brief silence that surrounded them. "I think it was Bob." She was too tired to feel; too exhausted to cry. Too spent to lie to herself when she'd opened the journal to leave Remy a note and had noticed the Insider's page.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed. "I never met him. I kept meaning to, but we never crossed paths." She was talking just to hear the sound; any sound, for the lack of crickets was disconcerting. Her head lolled slightly to look up at Sam. L had asked if Sam had told her that he loved her before he left her earlier that day. Asked if he'd made sure she knew it in case either of them died. She didn't think that Sam loved her and she wasn't going to pretend that he did. Shannon didn't really know what love was, if she was honest, so if she felt it toward him, she'd never know the difference. All that she knew was that it felt like the worst was over for the day even if the worst on the grand scheme was still yet to come.

Having Sam there made her feel safer than she thought she had any right to feel. People were hurt worse than she was. People were maybe dying; had died...and all she could think about was knowing that Sam was safe and pushing away her worry that Domeki was not. Sam was right there beside her and at that moment, that was all that mattered.

Looking away from him again, Shannon wet her lips and stared back up at the sky, reaching up to fluff her makeshift pillow - that was, the Doctor's coat. "I'm really glad you were with me when it happened," she admitted without looking back at him. "Out of everyone here...I'm glad it was you."

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demonboyking
2009-06-19 12:41 am UTC (link)

Sam lay on his side, his injured shoulder pointing up at the sky above. He had his head propped up on his hand as he watched Shannon in the moonlight. It was weird not having to worry about her seeing him looking at her. He'd tried so hard not to over the last couple of days that being able to now and knowing that she wouldn't think he was a creep for doing it took a little getting used to.

He wished he didn't recognize the tone of her voice. He wished he hadn't heard it when he was interviewing victims for the job. Death changed people, whether it was someone close to you or just something that happened within physical proximity. Mentally he recited the stages of grief to himself. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. He wondered which one Shannon was on. He wondered if he'd somehow bypassed denial and had jumped ahead to Anger or Depression. Bargaining was something he knew better than to screw with.

He swallowed and furrowed his brow, glancing upwards. As much as he'd enjoyed watching her a moment ago he found it hard to do so now. Not when he knew he'd have to tell her about Anders. He felt guilty for not having gone back and taken care of him already. Still, the sight of Dean and Andy alive if not entirely well, and tending to Shannon's stitches, had managed to push thoughts of the charred corpse out of his mind until it had been too late to make his way across town to the church.

He felt her eyes on him and looked down at her. He wanted to say something comforting, tell her that Bob and Anders were in a better place. Not that it would be difficult to imagine. But it still felt like he'd be lying in someway and he refused to do that again to someone he cared about. "I'm sorry," he said, not really knowing if he was sorry for her not getting the chance to meet Bob, or for not being able to make her feel better, or for the fact that they were there at all.

She looked away and he studied her face as she spoke. He nodded, glad for a moment that she wasn't looking at him as emotion played across his face. "I'm glad it was you too," he said, softly. "And I'm glad you're okay."

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-19 01:20 am UTC (link)

Contrary to what Shannon thought maybe she should feel, she wasn't quite sure whether she loved or hated that Sam was looking at her. She could feel more than see him watching her and it was nice that he finally saw her, she thought, but there was a small part of her that wished for a moment that he wouldn't look. That he wouldn't potentially see all the things in her eyes that she didn't want to say. About him, about them (if there was a "them"); about the things that had happened today. She found herself wondering if Sam had spent enough time with her yet to be able to read her expressions even if she didn't want him to. Secretly, she couldn't decide whether she hoped he could or couldn't. To her, Sam was still mostly an enigma. And whatever they were now, still buddies or something more, was something even more enigmatic, still.

There was something almost comforting about the fact that Shannon had bypassed the steps of grief, heading straight to acceptance. It wasn't like Boone. Yes, she was sad that there were so many people hurt and that the one person who had died was the one person she'd been meaning to meet and hadn't ever managed to find the time to do so. But, there was no point in denying it - it happened. She supposed, she guessed, that she'd actually gone through denial in the journal when L had pointed out to her that she was talking about Bob. She'd been angry that someone had died when Remy had pointed it out to her. Bargaining was a waste of time because the only person she could think to bargain with was the Insider and she hoped that that son of a bitch rotted in the worst depth of Hell there was; there was no way she was going to waste time and energy trying to bargain with that sick fuck. Depression, she thought, was dependent on actually knowing someone. If Dean, for example, or Sam; Jack or Ianto, or the Doctor or Jay had been the one to die, Shannon would've been gutted. She liked to maintain the idea that Domeki was in another cell underground or something and had managed to survive unscathed. The idea that he was out there hurting or worse didn't compute because she didn't want it to.

But, for what it was worth, and for better or worse, Shannon was already accepting what had happened. It was done and over and there was nothing anyone could do to change it. She wondered if Bob was the only casualty or if there were more and no one had been able to take notice because of the confusion...or the fact that she assumed the Doctor and Sam weren't the only ones who didn't have their journals. Sam's was still in the museum somewhere and the Doctor's was under Shannon's head in one of the pockets of his coat. In fact, she wondered if there was any way for them to ever really find out. Especially if there were new people; no one would even know to look for them, she thought with a pang of guilt and sadness.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-19 01:20 am UTC (link)

Sam's eyes were downcast as he apologized and for what, Shannon didn't know. She looked back at him and gave him a small shrug even if she wasn't entirely sure he would see it. There wasn't anything for him to be sorry for. He hadn't made this happen and there sure as hell wasn't any way that he could've stopped it. He couldn't help the way she felt and he couldn't help that people had died. "Don't be," she finally said in a low, quiet voice.

Shannon looked back at him when he said that he was glad it was her, too, and that she was okay. Her eyes searched his for a moment in the darkness and then she gave him a weak smile. "You know I thought you..." she tried to say again, much the way she'd tried before kissing him at the museum. "When I saw you under there, I thought that was it," she whispered, furrowing her brow and closing her eyes. Her throat ached against a sob she refused to allow to be heard. No. Not right now and not ever. Sam was alive and he was right there beside her. There was no point in mourning the loss if it hadn't occurred. "I thought I'd never see you again," she admitted, forcing herself to open her eyes and meet his. She didn't bother to hide the raw emotion on her face because it was nothing Sam hadn't already seen, she thought. Or at least, something close to it on that fourth night. "I thought that was another goodbye I'd never get to say." With that said, she closed her eyes again for a short moment as she lolled her head again to look straight up at the sky when they opened once more.

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demonboyking
2009-06-24 10:46 am UTC (link)

She told him not to be sorry, but all he heard was the softness and real or imagined defeat in her voice. He was sorry, for so many things he had an hadn't done. It didn't matter that there was nothing that could've been done, Sam would always feel like there had been.

She started to speak and then hesitated and he gave her a small frown of understanding. He'd felt the same way. For a minute he thought he'd never get the chance to come clean with her or tell her how much she'd come to mean to him in this place. She closed her eyes and he found himself surprised to see real emotion play across her features when she opened them again. Not because he thought Shannon was incapable of feelings that vulnerable but because they were in relation to him. That more than anything told him that he'd been wrong to think she didn't feel the same way as he did.

Without giving himself time to think about it and second guess it, Sam scooted forward, reaching out and putting a hand on her waist to let her know he was really there. He let out a small sigh. "It was the same for me," he said quietly. "Shannon, other than Dean, you're the most important person here." There it was spoken as honestly and plainly as he could say it. Maybe it didn't make sense considering he hadn't known her two weeks ago, but every day here felt like a year and then some. Whether he meant to or not, he'd developed feelings for her that he was too tired to try to fight or downplay right then.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-29 04:24 am UTC (link)

When Sam moved forward and put his hand on her waist, Shannon's eyes met his and she smiled, just slightly. He said she was the most important person here with the exception of his brother and no one had ever told her she was important before. Annoying, bitchy, needy, selfish, and uncaring...but never important. Somehow, the look in Sam's eyes when he said it was enough to tell her that he really meant it and Shannon looked down, moving carefully forward until she was pressed up against him and she could rest her head against his shoulder.

Resting her face against his neck, Shannon left butterfly kisses there as her eyelids fluttered while she fought with her exhaustion. It had to be nearly time for her to be allowed to go to sleep. "You're the most important person here for me, too," she said softly, nuzzling her nose gently against his jaw. She wanted to kiss him again to see if he meant it the way she did, now that they weren't in imminent danger anymore and he couldn't blame it on relief. Her breath hitched at the thought, but she wasn't going to do it, either way. If he wanted to kiss her, he would. At least, she hoped he would. So, until then, she wouldn't push her luck. Shannon would just be happy with the fact that things weren't so awkward anymore and that Sam was taking care of her again even though she'd walked out on him two days before.

"I'm so tired," she whispered against his skin, letting her eyes close into a slow blink, if only because she wanted to hear from someone else that it was okay to go to sleep before she actually tried. And, she wanted to be held when she fell asleep, because she'd gotten so used to it, that passing out on the floor near Jenny the night before had felt...wrong. Even falling asleep nestled between Jack and Ianto had felt wrong; more like an intrusion. She missed falling asleep with Sam.

As she moved to look back up at him, the tip of Shannon's nose dragged lightly over Sam's jaw and cheek before she pulled completely away. "How much longer, you think, before I can go to sleep and not end up in a coma or something?" she asked, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips and failing to meet her eyes.

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demonboyking
2009-07-03 05:41 am UTC (link)

Sam's arm wrapped instinctively around Shannon as she pressed herself up against him, though he loosened his grip quickly when he remembered her injury. She rested her head on his shoulder and he closed his eyes as she kissed him lightly. The soft sound of her voice and the fact that she felt the same as he did about her made his chest tighten in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant. He remembered that feeling of nervousness, uncertainty and hope for things to come.

He moved his chin, brushing his lips against hers in the darkness. It was a light kiss, nothing like the one they'd shared in the Museum, but it was nice, nevertheless. He moved his head closer to hers, so that they were touching.

She sounded tired. More than tired. Sam would even say weary. He knew that it'd been hard for her to fight her exhaustion, had hated that he hadn't been able to be there to help her with it and had instead had to leave her more times than he cared to admit. "I know," he whispered back, turning his gaze back up to the stars above. "I'm tired too."

He felt her move away, turning to look at her. He tried to return the sliver of a smile, but couldn't, especially when he knew she should probably stay awake for a little bit longer. Concussions was one thing that Sam was an expert on. Between himself, Dean and his Dad he'd seen them often enough to know it was best to play it safe.

"Just a little longer," he said, giving her an apologetic look. "Just to be safe."

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-05 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Shannon smiled weakly against Sam's lips when he kissed her before moving his head closer to hers so that they were touching. There was a gentle, pleasant fluttering of her stomach; the one that she felt whenever she was around him, but there was a slight difference now. He'd initiated that kiss and they weren't both flirting with the razor's edge. The only thing Shannon could think that meant was that he, too, felt for her the way she was feeling for him. It wasn't anything defined, but there was something there, nevertheless.

She felt better to hear that Sam was tired, too, if only because it made her feel less guilty about her own completely drained state of mind. He hadn't really shown any signs of concussion to her, but then she wondered if he would show his own weakness. Most men weren't willing.

Her hands moved up to touch his face again, one pushing his hair away from his face and the other cupping his jaw gently. She nodded slightly and gave him a soft, understanding smile. "Okay, I can." She lowered her head again so that her forehead was pressed against his gently. "Sam, can we not sleep the way we normally do tonight?" she whispered. "With my side the way it is and everything...I just...it would be easier if I was facing you, because then my side is still up and we don't have to worry about you bumping it with your arm in the night," she said quietly.

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demonboyking
2009-07-09 07:04 am UTC (link)

He smiled back at her in the darkness when she said she could stay awake. She made it sound like she was doing it just for him. He turned his face into her hand slightly before she moved forward and touched their foreheads again.

He listened to her request and then nodded slightly. "Yeah, of course,' he said, moving his hand up to rub her arm. He swallowed at the mention of her side. "Does it hurt too much?" He asked, sympathy in his voice. He probably hadn't done as good as a doctor as one of the actual doctors might have, but Shannon hadn't wanted to step foot into the Gym and he couldn't exactly blame her. To tell the truth he wa glad to be out here in the grass. Close enough to get there if he needed to, but far enough away that he didn't have to see the toll the earthquake had made on the residents of Vas. Most of all Dean.

He sighed, remembering his brother's drawn face and the obvious pain he was in but was trying to work through. He swallowed and focused his attention on Shannon beside him. He probably would've easily taken Shannon's stitches over his broken hands. Still, it wasn't like Shannon was used to getting hurt everyday. It wasn't as if she practically saw it as unavoidable the way he and Sam did. "I can go grab something if it's too much," he said quietly. Though that would mean leaving her alone yet again and he had already promised himself he wouldn't if he could help it.

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-10 05:17 pm UTC (link)

There was something so subtly intimate about the way Sam leaned into Shannon's touch as well as the closeness they were sharing. It wasn't in the very least sexual, but it was a sort of closeness Shannon hadn't shared with anyone in a very long time. Even with Sayid, it always lead to something more than just the touch. With Sam, it was different.

Closing her eyes and giving Sam a small smile when he rubbed her arm and asked if her side hurt too much, Shannon shook her head just slightly. "It hurts, but it's not excrutiating anymore or anything," she admitted. "It just probably will be if I lay on it or if it gets bumped just right in the night, is all." The last thing she wanted was for Sam to have to worry even more about her than probably he already was. For the most part, she was okay. Nothing was broken and she fared better than Bob; Shannon was, at least, alive.

"I wonder if anyone else..." she started, letting her voice trail off. She didn't want to think of anyone else dying. Especially since there were other people in this place that she cared about and hadn't seen or heard from all day. Or, in Domeki's case, in much longer than that. Sam's suggestion stirred her thoughts and she shook her head again. "Please don't leave me," she whispered back. She could handle the pain right now, but being alone, she could not.

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demonboyking
2009-07-12 02:40 am UTC (link)

"I'll be careful," Sam said softly when she mentioned how much it would hurt if her side was bumped. His fingers kept moving over her arm. It was something Jess used to do when he was sick or not feeling well. The thought of her made the corners of his lips twitch slightly. He hoped the movement had the same kind of comfort for Shannon that it had for him.

"I won't," he promised, his fingers stilling as he met her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. We're sticking together from now on," he said, his voice steady and firm. He inhaled deeply and shut his eyes briefly.

"Did you ever play Anywhere but Here when you were younger?" He asked, opening his eyes. He gave her a tight lipped smile. "If you could be anywhere but here, where would you be?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-13 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Shannon's eyelids fluttered slightly in her effort to keep from falling asleep. She'd promised Sam a little longer and she meant to make good on that promise. It was, she thought, the least she could do after he'd gotten her out of the museum in one piece and was still staying by her side. His fingers stilled on her arm and his eyes met hers as he stated that they were going to stick together from here on out. The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes gave Shannon the idea that he really meant it. It made her feel much better. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning closer still and pressing her lips against the corner of his mouth chastely as he closed his eyes.

The look on Sam's face when he opened his eyes again made Shannon look down. "Didn't we play this game last week?" she asked with a small frown. "It's your turn to answer." She didn't bother bringing up the fact that her answer had since changed and as the time went by Sayid was becoming less and less a part of it. Turning the tables on Sam the way she was felt good; he probably didn't mean it, she thought, but she felt patronized. Like he was just trying anything to get her mind off her incomplete thought.

"I really am tired," she admitted softly. All Shannon wanted to do was curl up against Sam and fall asleep in his arms. She was exhausted and sore and she didn't want to think about where she'd rather be, because it didn't matter; she'd never get to be there. Shannon, in short, just wanted to fall asleep and hope like hell that when she woke up, it would've been proved nothing more than a vivid nightmare.

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demonboyking
2009-07-16 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Sam mirrored Shannon's frown when she asked if they'd played the game last week. Had they? The fact that she'd still want to be on an island despite her experiences with one had and still surprised him. "Oh, right," Sam said, weariness working it's way into his voice. He wasn't thinking clearly. The day had been long and exhausting and there wasn't much more he wanted to do but close his eyes and go to sleep.

"I don't know," he said honestly, when she said it was his turn. He mostly just wanted to be somewhere where he belonged and whether he liked it or not the only place he really belonged was in the passenger seat of the Impala riding the highways with Dean. He'd held out hope that after everything was done with the Yellow Eyed Demon that he could pick up where he left off, but considering he was a wanted fugitive now that didn't seem likely. "Anywhere but here," he said softly.

"Me too," Sam said, looking back at her. He sighed, trying to make his mind do the math. How many hours had it been? He was pretty sure it would be safe to go to sleep, but he didn't want to push his luck. "Just a little longer," he whispered. He looked back up at the stars, trying to map out their constellations to keep himself awake. "At least the stars seem the same here," he said.

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-17 08:02 am UTC (link)

When it seemed to take Sam a moment to remember the last time they'd talked about what they'd rather be doing and where they'd rather be, Shannon gave him a sympathetic smile. In his eyes, he looked as tired as she felt. Of course he was; he'd been running himself ragged all over the place all day. She felt badly for him, especially since he kept having to make pit stops to check in with her.

Sam's answer made Shannon look down and nod her silent understanding. She knew the feeling. She'd been wanting to be "anywhere but here" for the past couple of months, at least. Every day seemed to bleed into the next - today being the only exception so far, really - and, like on the Island, Shannon was starting to lose track. "How about with who?" she tried. "Anyone, anywhere, from any time in your life?" she asked. Rather than simply put him on the spot, she decided to answer her own question to get the ball rolling. "I'd be with my dad and mom. I miss him...I'd like to meet her while I'm old enough to remember her face. Even if just for a little while," she explained quietly.

Shannon watched as Sam sighed and then looked up at the sky making mention of the fact that the stars seemed the same. Her eyes followed his. "I thought so, too, but I can't find the Big Dipper. It's the only constellation I know..." she admitted. "Maybe it's just that I'm not looking hard enough." She paused and looked back at him. "I haven't ever done the whole under the stars thing with a guy," she said quietly. "I always thought when I was a kid that it'd be, like, so romantic, you know? Looking at the stars with someone. But it kind of...just makes me feel so small," she thought aloud.

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demonboyking
2009-07-19 04:35 am UTC (link)

Sam watched her expression as she talked about her parents, giving her a small understanding smile. He'd often wondered what his own mother had been like. There was a picture his dad had carried around in his wallet for as long as Sam could remember. Everything else about her had come from Dean directly, since John had never really talked about her unless it was part of some kind of warning. Even Dean didn't know much about her, though he had tried to fill in the holes for Sam as best he could when he was younger. "What was your dad like?" Sam asked his voice low.

It took a moment for Sam to answer when it was his turn, mostly because he was trying to coax his brain into giving him an answer other than the one that kept coming to mind: Jess's house on Christmas morning. He shut his eyes for a moment to think about it. Scenes from his last holiday with the Moores playing out in front of him. It was the kind of family that he'd always wanted, the kind of easy, predictable familiarity that came from knowing that they were never going to change. He had the same with his dad and Dean, but it was much less comforting than Jess rolling her eyes at her mom freaking out over the turkey being dry or the look of forced surprise when her father unwrapped his yearly gift of cologne and socks. He cleared his throat. "On the road with Dean, I guess," he said slowly. "The Dean I know. The road isn't exactly ideal, but I can't think of anywhere else Dean would want to be. It's not so bad though. I guess if this place has taught me anything, it's all the things I took for granted before. Motel rooms and cable don't sound so bad now."

Sam looked upwards, scanning the sky. "I don't see it either," he said. "I don't think it's just you." He smiled when she said she hadn't done the whole stars thing before. He reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her hand a small squeeze. "Small and romantic?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-19 05:13 am UTC (link)

Shannon nodded, saying nothing; she appreciated the look of understanding in his eyes and smile. He asked what her dad was like and Shannon sighed. "What was he like when he died or what was he like when he used to care about me?" she asked in a dull voice and a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Because that would be two very different answers."

Taking a deep breath, Shannon looked away from Sam. "A long time ago, he used to be what my world revolved around. I was such a Daddy's girl. He took me to ballet, he was at every recital; he used to rock me to sleep every night until I was eight, listening to monster ballads. You know, like the hair bands from the 80s? That stuff.

"And then came Sabrina. He got a wicked witch for a wife and I got a big brother I didn't want. Boone and I kinda went up and down on whether we were close or hated each other, but Sabrina and I never connected. She always resented my relationship with my dad, even after he quit paying any attention to me. We used to be attached at the hip, me and my dad, but then...he stopped coming to my recitals with roses. ...then he stopped coming to them at all. When I graduated from high school, he gave me a car and a card that said, "congratulations." Nothing else. Not even 'Love, Dad.' Boone was the only one who came to the ceremony; Boone was the only one who said he was proud of me."

She looked back up at Sam and gave a small, forced smile that, once again, her eyes betrayed. "And then he was in a car wreck and he died. Sabrina got him to change his will somewhere along the way and I went from being a rich kid to completely broke overnight. She took everything and kicked me out of the house. And he just...made it so easy for her to do it before he died.

"My dad used to be the most important person in my life...and then...he stopped caring. It was like he wasn't even there at all. So, he started out cool, anyway," she admitted.

Shannon was more than happy when Sam took his turn. She gave him a small smile and nodded. It must've been hard for him to be around this Dean here who was apparently nothing like the Dean with whom he was familiar from when he'd been plucked out of reality and dropped here. "Yeah, I'm with you on motel rooms and cable. I'd take a shitty box-spring mattress and scrambled porn over death and destruction and sleeping on floors any day," she agreed.

When Sam took her hand and gave it a small squeeze, she blushed and looked over at him, smiling sheepishly. "Maybe a little..." she admitted quietly, squeezing his hand back before leaning forward to nuzzle his jaw with her nose. There was something so comforting about just being near Sam; she shifted carefully to be closer to him, snuggling against him. She looked up, then, and met his eyes with her own. "Penny for your thoughts...?"

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demonboyking
2009-07-22 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Sam listened to her as she talked about her dad, the expression on his face staying neutral, but his eyes remaining sympathetic. He smiled when she mentioned the monster ballads, but it quickly faded when she launched into the description of Sabrina. Shannon's voice didn't change much when she spoke about her father dying, but he felt the betrayal in his gut. He knew how she felt. Until his own dad had died, he'd thought he'd live forever and he never thought he'd leave him with more questions than answers or alone.

He smiled again when she said she'd prefer motels and scrambled porn to their current surroundings. "Yeah, exactly," he agreed, giving her a small nod.

Sam closed his eyes when she snuggled up closer to him, her nose tickling his jaw. He was surprised at just how hard they were to open in order to answer her question. He wasn't going to last much longer, though he thought maybe that was okay, since enough time had passed tht he wasn't too worried about Shannon's concussion being serious enough to warrant not sleeping.

"I'm thinking how nice it will be to close my eyes and have this day finally end," he said, his voice tired. He looked down at her. "I think you're okay to sleep now."

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-25 04:38 am UTC (link)

It took Sam a moment to open his eyes again and Shannon could tell that he, too, was fading fast. It was getting really late and they'd had the longest day since waking up here, at least so far as she could tell. It made her feel a little better about being so exhausted, seeing him just as ready to go to sleep as she'd felt for ages. Shannon raised a hand and let her fingertips ghost over his skin, sliding down his cheek and around to the back of his neck. "I'm thinking the same thing," she admitted softly.

With that, she gently guided him onto his back and moved closer to him, still, shivering slightly as a breeze caught her off guard. Leaning over him, she pressed her lips to his again gently. "Good night Sam," she whispered. "Thank you. For everything," she added in a low voice before shifting herself to lie against him and resting her head on his chest. With a silent yawn, Shannon nestled against him and closed her eyes. Sleep overtook her almost immediately and she slid into slumber with the comfort of Sam's body heat and familiar scent surrounding her.

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