sirenspull_logs | catch-all Prue & Sam log~

[When Sam called her asking for help, it was a no-brainer. Of course she was gonna help him. Of course. Everything from the pleading note in his voice to that impossible sincerity that she couldn't possibly stay cold to pulled her into the "yes" she gave him. He had to remember what he did, who he was, because keeping away from him was killing her, and she needed the chance to hold this against him and work past it properly like normal people.

After agreeing, it was almost easy. Prue was glad to have a purpose again; she spent days combing the island for the very best in magical supplies, talking to the very best people and putting together a ritual she was dead sure would work. She spared no expense, and in one case spent so much money on a rare Central African herb that she pretty much condemned herself to eating Ramen and cardboard for a month, but it was worth it. She wouldn't risk Sam by using anything less.

A week and a half later, she stood in front of his apartment, ringing the bell. She hadn't seen him in weeks. This was it.]

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[ For Sam, it'd been more than weeks. In Siren's Pull time, it had been two months. From home? Over a year. Just hearing her voice over the NV was enough to send his stomach into nervous spirals, flings of guilt and regret and love and terror that she'd have been hurt in his absence. And oh, had she been hurt. But he'd resolve to fix it, to never forget her again. To stay with her. And this might be a way to do it.

Despite the warnings to the contrary and the doubts of the others, he knew he had to try this. Messing with memory might be dangerous, but it could also yield... well, information. Results. And that's what counted.

So he told himself, pacing, as he waited for her to arrive. When she finally does knock on the door of his apartment, he freezes, heart pounding. And then answers the door. The second his eyes find hers, his expression melts down to this raw emotion, something very strong and barely restrained. ]

... Hey. Prue.

[ And, oh, does he want to pull her in, to make sure she's real. But he won't, not if he's trying to give her space. ]

[Prue considers herself a strong person. Her entire life has been defined by quiet, uncomplaining strength and sacrifice. Her ability to stay outwardly impassive in the face of whatever life throws at her is one of her treasured traits. And yet, when she lays eyes on him and sees that melting of raw emotion, it's hard. It hurts to look at, because oh, she can tell immediately that this isn't that hollow creature with no warmth or light anymore, no- this is Sam.

She remembers what she wanted to tell him, and tightens her hand on her bag.]

Sam. Hi.

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[ He swallows, hard. And shifts where he stands. ]

Uh-- Come in. [ Moving aside, he tries really hard not to just-- stare at her, because it's been so long, and memories of them just wash over him one after another the longer she spends with him. But he still refrains, hands tightened into nervous fists at his sides. ]

Thanks for coming.

[She comes in pressing her bag tightly to her side, shoulders almost hunched defensively against the uncomfortable feelings swarming her. God, it's hard to not turn her head and look at him, but she manages it.]

Of course. [It's a feat, having this conversation without eye contact.] I'm happy to help.

[She puts the bag on the coffee table and stands there, hands clasped, looking around.]

So, let's get started.

[If it seems like she's rushing the fuck out of this without leaving five seconds for polite conversation or breathing or taking off her jacket, it's because she totally is.]

[ They're both doing that-- trying to avoid meeting each other's gazes while simultaneously sneaking glances and struggling with it all the while. Sam licks his lips, nodding slowly, turning his head to actually look at her. ]

Okay. [ ... Though, he's not sure what to do. ] Should I... sit, or...?

[ Dammit. ]

[Well, after the attempt to bring the Wall down went pear-shaped and left Sam twitching on the floor, Prue made a very frantic phone call to Dean, panic threading through her usually restrained voice. When he hung up on her, Prue hung up her own NV and knelt back down next to Sam, running a hand over his clammy forehead and wondering what on Earth was happening to him.

When five minutes went by and nobody showed up, Prue got up and started gathering supplies. It's a fairly basic spell, one she's used only once before, on someone she loves even more than Sam- the awakening spell. It worked then, and it would work now. Sure, there's the "using magic for personal gain" thing, but Prue doesn't think it'll backfire this time; after all, it would only be fixing what Prue broke.

She's in the middle of gathering herbs, using her powers with one hand to keep Sam from twitching too hard from his place on the couch, when Dean shows up.]

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[So it's been two days, and Prue hasn't heard from Sam. Granted, he was having a really rough time when she saw him last, and calling Dean unhappy would be a very generous understatement. There were Words exchanged at a louder-than-church-voices volume, and after helping all she could Prue elected not to intervene, out of a possible fear of drawing his ire.

Also, it's quite possibly the last thing in the world she wants to do. As much as she cares about Sam and wants him to be alright again, she's dealing with a lot lately and would rather not deal with this too. Not yet.

So when Sam shows up at her apartment one night, it's a surprise.]

[ Two days. Not a lot of time, but definitely enough for him to realize that he is not okay. And though their previous meeting hadn't exactly gone as expected--not that he blamed her, of course, it was his idea--he found himself heading toward her apartment despite it all. Because when he woke up, when he'd tussled with himself and came out on top, he'd thought things would be alright. But then the visions had started, the... flashbacks of Hellfire and Lucifer and all kinds of other mind-melting things. Slowly, so far. But it was keeping him from sleep, and he had a sneaking suspicion that it would only get worse.

That isn't why he's here, knocking lightly on her door, though. With his re-awakening came the memories of what he'd done over the past few months, over the past year or so, back home. He remembers what he'd done to her. Likely, if she opens the door, she'll be able to tell that by the incredibly strained expression he's sporting tonight. ]

[So, Mary has ducked a couple of phone calls and smoothly steered several different conversations into less dangerous directions, and at this point is sort of hoping that she and Sam never have to have a real conversation again. Sure, she's okay with letting him come over for breakfast once in a while (especially considering he lives just upstairs), but that doesn't mean they talk about anything of substance.

At all.

She's fine with that. She can barely look at him anyway, and there are still some moments that give her serious pause. The other day she found him kneeling on the floor to pet the cats, and when he looked at her, she got an eyeful of him kneeling on the ground with big puppy dog eyes, and all of a sudden she had that memory replaying in front of her no matter how hard she wanted it gone.

So: avoidance! Now that his memories are back (thanks to his little girlfriend, according to Sam and a very unhappy Dean), she can barely deal with talking to him anyway. It's been a while, but shooting your son in the head isn't something you just get over. Ever.

So here they are: Sam has come over again, to fish or ask how she's doing and ask if there's anything he can do to help, because he misses her and they haven't had a decent conversation since the Wall came down. She's stuffing him full of breakfast and trying to chat inanely until she has to leave for work (abruptly, teleporting through the mirror like always). It's working pretty well until the cat does something stupid to distract them whatever they were babbling about, and when Mary comes back she's picking at her eggs absently, shoulders slumping just a little, as they usually do these days. It's the way she is when she's alone, when she isn't actively pretending.]

[ As if things couldn't get any worse. With his memories back and things seemingly coming down around them, crumbling pieces of a life they'd thought they could have, he'd started to pry. Because he wants-- needs to talk about what happened between them. It's eating away at him like a parasite, one riddled with the memory of their last encounter during his time without a soul. He remembers, he does, and obviously Mary still has it on her mind; he can see in her expression the few times their eyes meet that she can still see the incident. Which is why he's trying so hard to coax this conversation out of her. Luckily, Sam's used to evasive family talks, and he's persistent. Gentle, distant, but there so frequently, trying to nudge her into forgiving him.

That's his perception of things, anyway. So when she returns to the table this particular morning, he watches her closely, brow pinched ever so slightly in a heart-wrenching expression of tired patience. ]

Cat okay?

[She glances up then off to the side to avoid his particularly incisive gaze.]

Yeah. I'm sure. She's always fine.

[That stupid blue animal.]

[ He knows she's avoiding his gaze. And he shifts in his seat, becoming more and more pressed to just... get it out in the open. But, still, he bites his tongue, if only for another minute. ]

Mom?

[ Or not. ]

[She doesn't know him as well as Dean does. She can't always tell the "we're talking about feelings" tone. She can guess, but it's uncertain enough to make her answer.]

Yeah?

I remember. [ He's still looking at her, jaw clenched uncomfortably. ] What... happened. When you took me out.

[Her hand tightens on her fork.]

Sure you do. You remember everything else, don't you?

Yeah. [ Gulp. ] From here, from home. All of it.

[ From Hell, he thinks dumbly, but doesn't say. ]

... Can we talk about this?

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