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

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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

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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/

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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."

\o\\o//o/

[youdontgotdbuns]

Leia raised an eyebrow at the young man stalking about her office before suppressing a sigh and waiting until he was satisfied. The silence ward was something of a surprise, and she tensed further in anticipation, although there was no outward change in her demeanour. "There's no need to apologise," she said simply; she trusted him to at least have a good reason for his actions. "I've often found the beginning a good place, and then you can work your way outwards from there."

She didn't seem particularly bothered by his pronouncement, and in a way, she wasn't. Over the years Leia had grown used to hearing that sort of thing, to the point where it hardly fazed her any more. "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific," she said ruefully. "What have you found out, Sam?"

<(^_^<) (>^_^)>

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He glanced at her. The beginning? The beginning began a long, long time ago, and starting from there would mean going over a lot of things he was very uncomfortable with. Of course, jumping in at the middle wasn't likely to work, either. Just telling people that he had visions almost always were met with questions of how? why? and then just degenerated into eventual disbelief. He trusted Leia, so some extent-- more than he trusted most-- but she was fairly certain to ask questions he didn't want to answer.

Regardless, he had to try. "Sometimes..." His voice struggled against the words, trying to find an easier way to say this. "Sometimes I can see things happening. Things that will happen. I can't control it, can't predict it... but it happened today. And I... I saw you, Leia. And it wasn't good."

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[youdontgotdbuns]

Well. Whatever she had been expecting Sam to say, it certainly hadn't been that. She could already tell through her own mastery of body language how sincere he was, but it was what she was getting through the Force that truly convinced her. She frowned slightly, touching a hand to her temple in an effort to dispel the sudden that had built up at the wave of panic and worry and confusion rolling off the young man.

Slowly, she inclined her head. "I see. Did you get specifics, or was it more of a...sense of impending doom, for lack of a better term?" She gave him a critical once over before both her tone and expression softened. "Please, Sam. Sit down. You look awful, and I can assure you that this office has enough protections and warning spells to give you the time to stand back up again, should you need it."

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There was a nervous energy running through his body, something he had to consciously tap down. His arms wanted to move, his legs wanted to pace; anything to expel the pressure that hummed underneath his skin. Instead, he focused on concentrating on the job at hand, bottling up the stress and burying it downward until the storm had passed

[youdontgotdbuns]

It concerned Leia that he seemed so surprised - wasn't this the magical world? Was it truly so difficult to believe that some people possessed abilities that others did not? Leia herself had never faced any trouble when it came to warning people, but then, she often spoke with the authority of the Jedi behind her. Still, that Sam had seemed so shocked at her acceptance...it would be something to talk about, later. In the meantime, she focussed carefully on reigning in her own emotions and projecting a sense of calm back out towards the young man as he spoke to her, voice clinical and businesslike

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The magical world still had it's skeptics, even of the registered psychics. Sam's ability was a bit more unexplained and a bit more untrustworthy to most. It had cost the life of the first person he and Dean had tried to help, and since then he tended to avoid using "I saw it in a dream" as an explanation as to why he did something.

Her calm was slowly, very slowly, beginning to rein his frayed nerves back in. Finally, he acquiesced to sink into one of her spare chairs, leaning back and drumming his fingers against the arm

[youdontgotdbuns]

Some of the faint tension ran out of Leia's form when Sam finally sat down, and the expression on her face remained calm, reassuring. She leaned back in her chair, listening carefully as he expanded on the details of his vision, a small frown furrowing between her brows as she ran them over and over in her mind.

"You saw it attack me, then, but you didn't see either myself or my attacker die," she said, clarifying. "But you know something dies, and it is likely me." She tapped a finger to her lips, thinking. "It would seem that there is some room to work with this vision then, but I believe we need to find more information, first. A list of possible attackers susceptible to fire who wouldn't be immediately stopped by a lightsaber, then, excluding those who operate solely in the dark." She paused then, and looked at him. "Very well. What time should we meet tonight, then, and when?" Her tone brooked no argument.

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"I saw something happen to you." He does not look at all happy. "I think it's best to assume the worst," how else to properly brood about everything? "--and then do whatever we can to make sure you avoid that whole scenario."

Sam frowned. "That's not a lot to go by. It could still be many things." He intended to hit the books hard, though. Perhaps lock himself in the restricted section for a day.

He glanced at her, but offered no fight at all. After all, if he kept Leia with him, there was less chance of that vision coming true. She had been alone. "After curfew. I don't like that the Headmaster recently decided to allow the kids the chance to wander the halls at night, but there's nothing we can do about that."

[youdontgotdbuns]

"Assume the worst, hope for the best, and plan for every contingency in between," she agreed. "I'm not being needlessly optimistic, Sam. I do know from experience that visions can be capricious things that don't always mean exactly what they appear to. And even if they are...it is sometimes possible to work with them, rather than against them." She leaned across her desk and clasped his hand in her own, much smaller ones. Unlike many women in high society, they were scarred and calloused from years of hard work. "I can promise you this, Sam. I am hardly about to lay down and let the future have its way. If nothing else, I know that, should I find myself in a corridor alone, after healing myself, use a better fire spell

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After a long moment, he nodded. Sam was still not going to be okay with this anytime soon, but the fact that Leia was taking this seriously helped a lot. He squeezed her hand, hoping to find some reassurance rather than give some. "You sound like..." ... Actually, nevermind. There was no need to delve into that right now.

He cleared his throat and pushed on, as if that last fragment had never been spoken. "Right. Well. I'd rather you avoided that corridor entirely for the time being, but we just have to find it first." Maybe there would be another clue there. He winced at the suggestion of Cid, because it was possible the Headmaster might know a lot more about the properties of unicorn blood than he should, and shortly would be able to put the clues together. "Yes, I think the Headmaster should know, but-- uh. I'd rather he didn't know that it was my vision that triggered it."

[youdontgotdbuns]

He squeezed her hand, and she gave him what reassurance she could, through the contact and through the Force. Had he finished his sentence, she would have commented, but for the moment he appeared as if it wasn't something he wished to speak on. Leia could certainly respect that.

Her lips twitched up into a faint smile. "The unfortunate consequence of warning a fellow staff member. I've always preferred to have a hand in my own rescues." She tilted her head to the side slightly, before slowly inclining it in agreement. "I see. Well, it's a simple enough thing to keep your name out of it. Cid and I are old friends; he trusts my judgement. If nothing else, a few precautions around the castle would be useful, and he's the one who can best authorise and organise those."

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He was grateful she didn't push it, because honestly he could hardly figure out his own feelings right then, let alone be able to put them into words.

Sighing softly, he nodded. "Yeah. The Headmaster can do a lot more than we can. It'd be much better if the staff was alerted to a ... general warning that something might be coming, too." He didn't want to cause a panic, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared. Cid would be able to pull everyone together in time for whatever this might be.