cape_kore | Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

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[She's even more concerned for the kid than she had been before. His paranoia is severe and now he's doing something with salt. Martha almost says no. Almost. But he looks pretty serious and she really just wants to help him. It's not like the salt will do anything. She rolls up a sleeve and holds out her hand.]

And why do you need to sprinkle me with salt?

[It comes out sardonically. Part of her is wondering if she missed the tequila somehow.]

To make sure you're not a demon. [ He doesn't even blink or look for her reaction as he rubs her arm.

She doesn't pull away in pain, so that's a good start. ]

You're clean. [ He brushes his hands off and steps away from her, leaning on the counter instead. ]

[Well that explains a lot. She tries not to act petulant when he tells her she's clean. She brushes her arm off and sits finally to eat her food.]

And conversely I should be making sure you're not an alien hellbent on destroying me. But there's no nifty test for that, so I'll have to take it on face value.

[She considers her next question carefully as she chews. She swallows and clears her throat.]

You wouldn't by any chance know either a Sam or a Dean Winchester would you?

[ Kevin stops, considering that one, and he bites at the side of his lip. She's right, that's not really fair. Does Kevin care about being fair? She's not a demon, so maybe he should, but also life isn't fair.

She mentions Sam and Dean and it jars him out of his thoughts. ]

What makes you think I would?

[He must have been through something very bad to be this distrusting. Martha knew how he felt. She'd been through it herself.]

They've mentioned demons before. Didn't give me the salt test though. And if I remember correctly, there's another woman who was painting signs to keep demons out.

[Yes, she will give him information. If it'll calm him down she'll give him what she thinks he needs to know.]

Sam and Dean are here? [ That doesn't always mean a lot, but Kevin's been alone, and he's been with Sam and Dean, and it's better when there are other people around. ]

At least the were when I was last here. And by all reports, I only missed two days.

You were missing? Where'd you go?

[She laughs a bit.] Do I get to ask any questions here?

[She holds out a hand.] Hello, I'm Martha Jones. May I have the pleasure of your name?

[ Kevin looks a little guilty, but no, he's not really in the habit of wanting to answer questions about himself.

He looks at her hand first, and then shakes it. ]

Kevin Tran. Sorry. I've been... in the desert for a while. [ He might've forgotten how to talk to people. Also, that's a metaphorical desert, which is why it sounds like it has airquotes around it. ]

Hello Kevin.

[She smiles kindly, and perhaps a little concerned.]

I've spent some time in the... desert as well.

[Yes she does hear the air quotes.]

I'm sorry you've had to deal with it as well.

Hi. It's... yeah. [ He shrugs, his expression clouding. ]

I didn't have much choice, so. What about you?

[Martha shook her head.]

I was the only one able to stop it. I had to spend a year trying not to get caught while everyone I cared about was tortured and the world burned.

That... yeah. [ Kevin's sad that she went through something similarish, like that's never a good thing, but it's good to be able to talk about this with someone not Sam and Dean or anything. ]

Me too, only I was tortured a couple times.

[Her look is one of sympathy, not pity. She knows pity is hardly ever wanted.]

I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Are you injured?

[Physically speaking, she can do quite a bit to heal him. Mentally, there's not much.]

No. I'm fine.

[ And he is, sort of, not really. He will be. Proof of that is that he remembers how to be a person long enough to smile at her and nod. ]

Thanks.

[She smiles back, but it's clear he doesn't want to talk. She saw what she needed to. The kid was alive, and hopefully he'd eat something now. All she could do was extend the offer to help. Martha picks up her tray of mostly finished food, stealing the plate to bring back to her room.]

Well if you ever need anything Kevin, just find me on the phones. Martha Jones. I'll see you around.

[And she gives him one last smile before leaving.]

Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

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we can probably wrap this here!

So wrapped