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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-23 16:35:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 16, location: museum, sam winchester, sarah jane smith

Who: Sam Winchester and Sarah Jane Smith
What: Meeting up
Where: The Museum
When: Day 16, afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

The day had started out bad enough finding Kaylee's body at his and Shannon's feet. The familiar feelings of anger at their situation and helplessness flooded over him as he tried to calm Shannon down but couldn't. Kaylee never should've been here in the first place, let alone have died that way. He'd been so occupied trying to hold onto Shannon that at first he'd missed the neatly folded uniform beside Kaylee completely. It didn't register at first what it was. Not until later when he'd picked it up and it dropped in front of him. It felt like a slap in the face when recognition hit. For a moment his breath hitched and all he could do was stare at it. Then he'd balled it up and tossed it away from him before putting the keys in his pocket and offering to go borrow L's new "gift" of a shovel. When he'd returned Shannon had been gone and he set to work burying Kaylee under the shade of the tree at the back of the building next to the place where he'd buried Domeki days earlier. He couldn't help but wonder how many more people he was going to have to bury before everything was over.

Afterwards he'd gone by the gym for a shower, returning to the museum to find Shannon still gone. That was when he checked the journals and found the note she'd left for him. There was a part of him, a part that he hated, that felt relieved that she wanted to put some distance between them, especially since he didn't know if his gift from earlier that morning had been a taunt or a warning. He'd sat down with an almost empty bottle of liquor he'd gotten in order to help deal with the fiasco of a couple of days ago when Shannon had been geared towards sex and he'd been geared towards food and sat down and picked up the crumpled uniform.

Before he knew it the bottle was empty and the ache of losing Jess was back in his gut as he pushed himself to his feet and moved towards the door. He held the uniform in one hand, neatly folded, as he opened the door to his and Shannon's room and made his way down the hall. He needed to put it somewhere safe, where he could get to it if he wanted to, but no one else would see it. If anyone saw it, they'd ask him about it and what it meant. Shannon would at least, if or when she came back. It was more than one woman asking about another. He didn't want to have to say what had happened to Jess. He didn't want to have to say that she'd died because of him.

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demonboyking
2009-08-06 09:36 pm UTC (link)

Sam stared at Sarah Jane for a moment, surprised at her reproach and the sincerity in which she delivered it. He had no doubt that she believed it to be true, maybe that she'd seen things first hand, but the idea was still hard for him to wrap his mind around. Demons, ghosts, werewolves, vampires...but aliens? Though he supposed in this place anything was possible. Hell, if they were being held by aliens that would explain the whole lab rat situation. Torture as a means of understanding.

Sam swallowed. "I hate to say it, but you might be onto something there."

He thought it was odd at how she hesitated at his age, but then she explained he was adopted a moment later. Sam gave her a small nod, looking down at the uniform in his hand when she looked down at her own present. He sighed.

"They're just trying to hit us where we're vulnerable," Sam said, staing the obvious. "If we're scared about things we can't possibly know, we're just giving them what they want. You'll have to keep believing he's fine and I'll keep believing she won't show up here until we see otherwise. Then we'll worry."

He held up the uniform. "I was going to hide this. So I could keep a little piece of..." He shook his head. "But I think it's what they want. For me to hold onto it. It may not even be real." He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse. He felt like he was thinking in circles. The drinking hadn't so much as made him calmer as more prone to repetitive thoughts.

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got2haveasmith
2009-08-07 01:15 am UTC (link)

She watched the doubt flicker through Sam's eyes and understood it all too well. She'd felt the same doubt when she was young, before the TARDIS had brought her back to Irongron's castle and she'd met her first alien - that war-mongering Sontaran. What had his name been? Stahl? Styre? Something with and S. All the Sontarans she'd met had names that started with S. They weren't imaginative enough to branch out to other letters.

She agreed with Sam that whoever had brought them here wanted to keep them scared and vulnerable. It's what the Doctor had been getting at as well. "That's the spirit," she said, trying to rouse her own worried mind as well as Sam's with her slightly-forced cheerfulness. "Positive thinking, that's the way to go." And who were you trying to convince, Sarah Jane Smith?

She could tell Sam was circling around the uniform. She'd been doing much the same to her gift, and there was no alcohol involved. It was all worry. "It probably isn't," Sarah Jane said, hoping she sounded convincing. "If that's what they want, for you to hold onto it and to get upset over it, then perhaps you should do something more useful with it." She pulled out K9's ear again. "The Doctor suggested I see about using this for part of a scanner. If it is K9's, it's a working antenna. If it isn't, it's a good enough knock-off that we can probably make it a working antenna with a bit of mucking about with wire." Never mind that she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to do that - that's what she was going to ask the younger Doctor about when she found him and presented him with the ear. He'd know what to do about it.

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demonboyking
2009-08-14 07:24 pm UTC (link)

Sam gave her a small smile appreciative of Sarah's positive outlook, even if it seemed slightly forced. He swallowed and nodded. "You're right. I've let them get to me."

Sam gave her a small nod, though he grimaced slightly. This part of Jess this reminder hurt, but it also made him remember the things he'd forgotten. The smell of her perfume, the exasperated look she'd given him when he'd asked if they had to go to the Halloween party. She'd loved him and he'd loved her and after two years that feeling had been pushed back, but it had never dissipated. His biggest fear was also his biggest hope and that made him feel guilty as hell. Someday he might wake up and she might be here. "Right again," he said, nodding and suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. He didn't know what useful thing he could do with a woman's nurse's uniform. The only thing he could do was destroy it and the only way to make sure he didn't think about digging it up or pulling it out was to burn it...and he didn't think he could do that.

"Part of a radio scanner?" Sam asked, eager to latch onto someone else's plans. He wanted to follow Sarah's example. She had a son she was worrying about, that they'd indirectly threatened by bringing her these parts of her life and she was trying to be positive. Sam could do the same. Couldn't he?

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got2haveasmith
2009-08-15 03:43 am UTC (link)

Sarah Jane could see that Sam was having trouble admitting that he'd let their captors get to him. She imagined he was used to being in control of situations, rather than being manipulated. Much like herself. All the more reason to try and help him at least get control of what he could again. "You could take it to the thrift store, leave it for someone else to wear, or cut it for bandages," she suggested. Goodness knew they needed bandages regularly here.

Sarah nodded when he asked about the scanner. "To try and help figure out things about the glass," she said. "I'm not exactly sure how that would work - physics wasn't exactly my best subject at school - but the Doctor seems to think it will, so it's definitely worth a try." She had to be positive. The alternative would be to give up completely, and Sarah had never, ever done that. Well, she'd nearly done it once, but the Doctor managed to convince her to keep going. Too many people needed to find a way out for her to think of giving up.

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demonboyking
2009-08-15 11:53 pm UTC (link)

The thought of ripping the thing to shreds in order to make bandages was so simple and so perfect that Sam almost felt like crying. He had drunk too much and his emotions were running way too high. He needed to get somewhere where he could be alone and pull himself together. He nodded quick, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "That's perfect." He moved the uniform so that he could tuck it under his arm and reached out to grab Sarah's hand. "Thank you."

He cleared his throat. "The Doctor seems nothing short of genius," Sam said. "I'm sure he'll figure something out." He removed his hand. "I should go...to the Thrift Shop." He said a little awkwardly. "The sooner I get rid of this, the better." He looked back up at her and met her eyes. "Thank you again, Sarah Jane."

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got2haveasmith
2009-08-16 02:25 am UTC (link)

Sarah Jane was caught slightly off guard as Sam gripped her hand, but she smiled and returned the grip with a friendly squeeze. "You're quite welcome," she said, trying not to laugh a little at his earnest reaction. She couldn't help but smirk as he cleared his throat, though, as if trying to recover his machismo after his exclamation.

Sarah reached out and clapped him on the arm, nodding at his words. "He is at that," she agreed, smiling. "Go on, then." Her smile turned into a grin. "Glad to have been of help."

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demonboyking
2009-08-19 05:38 am UTC (link)

Sam wasn't sure what else to say. There wasn't really much more he could say.

Biting back the urge to say thank you yet again he gave Sarah a small smile and then turned and walked towards the front doors.

A few steps away he stopped and turned back towards her. "You're going back to your son," he said, his voice confident. "We're all going home someday."

Satisfied, Sam made his way around the corner and out of sight. He had a piece of the past to recycle.

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