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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
2009-07-09 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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