with_discipline | 034

I know.

[Sam sat quietly in his cell following the sudden return of his memories. He couldn't even fathom how he could have just lost such utter and complete control after everything his warden, T'Pol, hell even security had helped him accomplish. His bunk was beneath Dean's, but he hoped that T'Pol would take him to the interrogation room to talk to him. If nothing else but for some privacy.]

[She reached Zero soon enough, eying all those filled cells. The denizens of the barge had lose their minds in the past week, it seemed; idly, she wondered if this was a flood. Upon reaching the Winchesters' cell, T'Pol paused with her hands behind her back. For a moment, she said nothing - then she pulled the IDIC pendant from around her neck to open the door. She nodded toward Sam, gesturing him out.]

[Sam followed her quietly out of the cell and would go wherever she wished him to, his hands automatically going to lace behind his head. He'd been arrested too many times to count for this to not be a natural reaction, especially when he wants to show that he won't attack her.]

[She just arched an eyebrow at his actions, and led him to the interrogation room. Unarmed, she could handle him with relative ease. Once the door had been closed and they were settled, T'Pol crossed her legs and regarded him across the table.]

How likely is it that Lucifer will find your body again?

[Sam sat at the table, hands placed palm down on the surface separating them, again trying to convey as much as possible that he wasn't a threat to her.]

[As plainly as he can manage:] I died in the 70s. Well.

[He pauses to try and get this sorted out in his head.]

My brother and I went back to 1978, which is years before Lucifer was raised. So, if he doesn't know we're there, and I don't think he will unless someone tells him, it makes it... a million times harder for him to find me.

And who would be capable of informing him, whether they are likely to or not? [She spared the briefest glance for his hands on the table, not sure what to make of this show.]

Only Dean, myself, or Cas. And Cas isn't here.

[Sam looked apologetically at her.]

I'm so sorry, T'Pol.

It is the people who aren't here that should be the concern.

[T'Pol fell silent for a moment, studying him, uncertain what to say.]

Things changed in the time you were gone. [Which was months, as opposed to a few hours. She hated time travel, but at least she accepted it.]

[Sam pauses before he nods.]

Yeah, things changed. A lot of things changed.

For the worse, it would seem. [She arched an eyebrow as a question, wondering if anything had gone right for him.]

[Sam looks down at the table for a few minutes.]

Yeah. That'd be a good guess.

[Siiiilence. Not so much awkward this time, at least. Tribble pause!]

I'm sorry.

[Sam glances up at her, apologies aren't usual from her.]

... for what?

[She knows it's a completely illogical thing to say, so despite being vaguely hypocritical, she'll be evasive!] Has Ms. Cartwright said how long you will be here?

[Sam picks at the table a little. He hasn't told Dean yet that he has his memory back.]

She hasn't said, but I'm assuming a week.

[Their poor screwed up family is screwed up. T'Pol fallssilent fora few moments.]

You've been here too frequently.

[Sam looks over at her, pausing his picking for a few moments.]

I've only been down here two times before. Once for... well, you know.

And then for a night when I threatened Ruby when Alastair, Jo, and my dad showed up.

...which isn't an excuse.

[It's not a clean track record, but still, it's less than he expected.]

[What she wanted to tell him was a little too abrupt, and slightly out of place; so she just inclined her head briefly.] Be that as it may, I believe you have the tendency to view such punishments as ultimate reflections on your character.

[Sam goes back to picking at the table.]

I just killed someone. That's a reflection on my character.

It is. Don't forget that you are here to change. [She eyes his picking.] There are those on this ship in need of more help than you, Sam. [Her new inmate totally wasn't one, no...]

[Sam continues his picking. He doesn't know what's happened topside yet, but is glad that someone is listening to him despite the fact that he stabbed Ruby closer to eight or nine times and without caring.]

I know. But. What I just did.

[He knows he'll be taken off security and that he disappointed a lot of people. His brother's an inmate now, to name one.]

[T'Pol was having a hard time handling the sheer amount of murder that occurred on this ship. Luckily, she had a way of making it look like it was easy.]

I am not trying to imply that you should forgive yourself for your actions today. [She'd thought she murdered someone in cold blood and needed an ancient Vulcan ritual to deal with it.] But you are here to work toward that end.

[Sam looks up at her again and pauses his distracted picking.]

I know that. But things are different.

[He's different, honestly. Less restrained, more angry.]

[She breathed in to respond, but paused instead; after a moment, T'Pol nodded.] So it would seem.

Re: [Private to T'Pol/Sam] - spam?

[Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]

Re: [Spammmalamadingdong]