InsaneJournal

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."