This is where it starts, this is where it will end

[protectthem]

WHO: Sam Winchester, Leia Organa (CLOSED)
LOCATION: His office. And then running to find peoples. And then talking elsewhere.
WEEK: 64
TIME: Just before sunset.
WHAT: Sam has a vision! Of bad stuff. He panics and goes to find certain people and warn them of bad stuff.
RATING: PG

Comments

lmao sob this tag. so tiny in comparison

[youdontgotdbuns]

Leia was worried, to say the least. She hadn't received so many panicked journals in her life that she'd grown immune to them, and the fact that it had been Sam Winchester who had posted it only doubled her concern. Never mind that he'd absolutely refused to answer her questions, to the point where she had determined it would be best not to push the matter.

He had seemed concerned over her welfare, though, and Leia hadn't survived politics for twenty-five years without being well-prepared. She held her wand ready in one hand, lightsaber in the other and silently wished for the comfort of one of Han's guns. Or simply Han himself.

Thus ready, she waited for Sam. And whoever else might decide to show up.

TINY IS GOOD, I CAN RESPOND FASTER

[protectthem]

Sam burst in a few moments later, letting the door slam shut behind him. He had his wand out as well-- he'd taken it out to lock the journal, and then had forgotten to put it away-- and his hair was a bit of a mess and he looked just slightly out of breath. The moment he saw Leia, though, he calmed down.

Until he noticed she had her lightsaber out. Tensing again, he swung around, eyes searching every corner of the office. "Is it already here?"

YEAH FAST/o/

[youdontgotdbuns]

She was expecting him, but that didn't stop Leia from standing immediately, levelling her wand at him with a steady hand. They stared at each other for a moment before Sam tensed and began scanning the office; slowly, she lowered the weapon, although she held it ready.

"There's nothing in here, Sam," she reassured him. "I've simply learned over the years that it's best to be prepared. Please, sit down, and tell me what's going on."

\o/

[protectthem]

Sam did not sit down. Even when she told him that there was nothing else in the office, he still glanced around uneasily, pacing to each side of the room with long strides that ate up the carpet in a few scant steps. When he discovered nothing immediately dangerous, Sam spun around and reached for the door again, locking it. His wand flicked through the air as he cast a silence ward around the room, making it so no outside could eavesdrop.

Then he turned to face Leia again, unsure of where to begin. "Sorry. Just trying to be sure..." He exhaled, rubbing one hand roughly over his face. He felt like he hadn't slept in a week. "I'm not sure where to begin." Pause. "I think you're in danger."