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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
2009-07-12 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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