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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-02 00:44:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 02, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 2 - Night
Who: Sam and Shannon
What: Sam and Shannon meeting face to face
When: Day 2, night
Where: Art Museum
Rating: PG-13

Sam was tired. The events of the day were finally beginning to get to him. The truth was he just wanted to fall into a bed somewhere, anywhere. Even the hardest motel mattress was better than the wooden floor he'd stretched out on last night in the clock tower. His exhaustion wasn't just physical either. It'd been a trying day mentally as he'd kept working the puzzle of all of them being there over and over in his mind as well as emotionally as he'd struggled with feelings of guilt over not being able to fully protect Luna or Andy from getting hurt. Not only that but the thought that Dean might be out there somewhere, or that he'd been abducted for some kind of test of his own had been worming it's way into his thoughts all day. He was almost certain that the Dean the Doctor had described had been his brother. But if it was, why hadn't he let Sam know that he was there? Sam was pretty sure that Dean could take on a normal wild animal without much trouble, but he knew as well as any hunter that all it took was one moment with your guard down to get yourself in trouble.

He stopped in front of the museum, looking at the sign posted on the door and feeling a tired smile stretch across his face despite himself. He had a feeling that Shannon had expected him much earlier and wasn't sure if her invitation still stood. Still, the thought of a dry place to lay out with the warmth of a fire prompted him reach out and knock on the heavy door.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited, slouching slightly as he stared blankly at the door in front of him. He knew he had a couple of hours ahead of him before he could rest. Shannon had talked about sleeping in shifts and that wasn't a bad idea, though he had an idea that it wouldn't make much difference. He didin't think it would be a problem staying up much longer, considering the fact that there was a part of him who was afraid of where he'd be when he opened his eyes again.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-15 12:47 am UTC (link)

Shannon was careful to keep her skirt smoothed down around her legs as she lowered herself to sit on the floor, keeping her eyes on Sam as he spoke. "You know, yeah, I was thinking that myself, but then I haven't really explored that much. Maybe there's a housing complex somewhere? We're probably not that lucky," she sighed.

Sam's awkward and nervous, uncertain sounding response to Shannon's request that he sit close made Shannon blush as she shook her head and held up one hand in apology. "No, you know what? It's okay; never mind. Totally weird, I shouldn't have asked. We, like, just met. It's just I'm used to..." her voice trailed off and she looked down. "Boone," she admitted quietly. And Sayid, actually, which made her feel even more awkward and guilty for having asked Sam in the first place. "You don't have to, no hard feelings," she added weakly.

The worst part about sleeping in this place, she'd decided the previous night, was that she had to curl herself into the fetal position to keep warm which not only made her skirt hike itself up uncomfortably, but also hurt her hip like a bitch. Still, she did it and used one arm curled up under her head as a pillow. Closing her eyes, Shannon took a deep breath and rolled over with her back to Sam because she could feel the prickle of tears in her eyes and the telltale lump in her throat of a sob she wasn't going to give the dignity of being heard.

Sand had been gritty and uncomfortable, but it at least had a little give that she'd gotten used to. It certainly beat the hell out of a dirty floor, stiff and unforgiving. As she had the night before, she willed herself to remember the feel of Sayid's body up against her back, his arms around her, enveloping her in the kind of warmth that no amount of excess layers of clothing could provide. She didn't have the guts or the heart to ask Sam to take Sayid's place although it would've been more than welcome if he'd just taken it upon himself. Didn't matter who he was or that ten minutes ago she was pretty sure he meant her harm. It didn't matter that he was a complete stranger and that, in the real world, she probably wouldn't have given the poor bastard the time of day.

A tear slipped down her cheek and Shannon was quick to shift her face against her arm to wipe it away. Showing weakness now was not an option, as far as she was concerned. "Just give me a couple of hours and then you can have a turn," she choked out with effort as she smoothed her skirt down around her legs again with her free hand and then wrapped that arm around her thighs and calves as best she could.

Last night, she hadn't had to worry about unintentionally showing off her stolen skivvies - none of the panties in her luggage would've been comfortable or useful on the Island; she'd been in Sydney to pull off a scam that had needed a male's assistance. All she'd brought had been thongs - so it was frustrating to have to worry about that alongside the fact that she was still cold and her wet hair wasn't helping. But, Shannon set her jaw and told herself that it was nothing; she could do it. The caves had been worse, right? Well...except that the caves had the airline blankets... God, I hate this fucking place... she thought miserably. "Night, Sam," she all but whispered, willing herself to try to sleep.

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demonboyking
2009-04-18 04:59 pm UTC (link)

"I haven't been able to explore that much either," Sam admitted as he rubbed tiredly at a spot above his right eye. "Though I'm not sure what kind of people would live here by choice, though maybe they don’t really have one." This thought made him frown and he gave a little sigh. Though he had to admit that the thought of a mattress, even a lumpy motel one, was much more appealing than the wooden floor beneath his feet.

Sam immediately felt like an ass when Shannon blushed and retracted her offer to share body heat. His guilt only doubled when she broke eye contact to look away from him and said her brother's name in a voice that was small and sad. "No, it's fine," he said quickly, though even he thought the earnestness behind it seemed a little forced. Here she was cold and alone and he had to be awkward enough so that he couldn't even offer her the slightest consideration. It wasn't like touching her was going to kill him. Or that it even had to be awkward, except that he'd made it so somehow.

God, what's wrong with me? Sam thought to himself as Shannon turned her back on him to curl up into a fetal position that couldn't be comfortable. He lowered himself to the floor beside her, watching as her head shifted in an attempt to get comfortable. She spoke again, her voice sounding slightly thick and muffled and Sam realized that she might be close to tears.

"Hey," he said, swallowing before moving closer to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay." He took a deep breath, hoping he wasn't out of line, but feeling like he'd be more of a jerk if he didn't at least try to fill her request and stretched out behind her, mirroring her position and tucking his knees under her knees so that the length of his body was touching hers lightly, but there was still room for her to relax back into him if she chose. He kept his hand on her shoulder, thinking it might be assuming to wrap it around her waist. "How's that?" he asked, his nose a few inches from her hair.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-18 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Shannon stiffened just slightly and only for a split second as she felt Sam's hand come down on her shoulder. It wasn't okay, because she couldn't help thinking, don't do me any favors... as she felt and heard him sit down behind her. She wanted to tell him to never mind, but it was reflexive for her to use her own emotions to manipulate men into giving her what she wanted. She hadn't even realized she'd been doing it to Sam until just then when she felt him lay down behind her. Jeez, even when she wasn't trying, she was a pro...

There was still space between them, but Shannon could already feel the heat radiating off him. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck when Sam asked how that was and it wasn't good enough. Backing herself up against him, she moved her hand off her legs and took his wrist, pulling his arm down around her middle. She moved her head to rest on his arm and used her now free one to wrap around her middle in the direction opposite where she'd moved his arm. For a second, she had to wiggle herself into a less painful position, because a crack in the floor pinched against her side from her ankle all the way up to her shoulder, but pushing against Sam moved her just enough so that the pain went away.

"Better," she said softly, her voice still a little watery as she settled. Her eyes fluttered shut and still she felt broken. Sam wasn't Sayid and he never would be. And he wasn't Boone. He was just Sam; some stranger she'd met less than an hour ago and was nice enough to bend to her whims from the moment she started talking to him on the journals.

...he was Charlie. It was only a matter of time before he found his Claire and she'd be on her own again.

"Night," she said quietly, again, feeling like a bit of an asshole for the whole thing, but unwilling to apologize, because that would mean admitting she was wrong. "Thank you..." she added softly, if only because it made her feel marginally less like a bitch for not actually feeling badly when she thought she should.

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demonboyking
2009-04-22 01:00 am UTC (link)

It was probably a good thing that Shannon didn't turn towards him when she reached back and took his wrist, wrapping his arm around her waist. Mostly because the expression on Sam's face wouldn't have been easily read, even by those who knew him best and probably would've been misinterpreted by the wary blonde he was now effectively spooning. Consternation might have been the closest word for it, though Sam wasn't really bothered by the sudden closeness of Shannon's body up against his as he was by the possibility of the situation he currently found himself being misunderstood. Still, Shannon had been clear about it only being for body heat. To think she thought otherwise was a little big headed on his part. As well as a little...

Shannon moved against him, trying to get comfortable and he held his breath until she stilled before letting it out slowly. Suddenly the possibility of falling asleep on his watch became much less likely. Shannon's bare arm was cold under his and he wondered how long she'd been waiting for him to show up.

Her voice sounded a little unsteady when she spoke again, but the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to it. He found himself listening carefully in the dark. He could vaguely hear the sound of falling rain just beyond the front door.

"Goodnight," he said, matching her quiet tone. With one arm acting as a pillow for Shannon and his other held around her waist with her hand he had to fight the sudden urge to scratch his nose. He wrinkled his nose and sighed softly. "You're welcome."

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