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Tweak says, "I say, Judge yourself."

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
2009-07-03 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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