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no_true_pairTitle: When Little Bird Came to Prison
Fandom: OZ (HBO)/Game of Thrones
Characters: Sean Murphy & Sansa Stark
Prompt: Day five - Sean Murphy & Sansa Stark - first things first
The redhead strolled up to the desk like she owned the place. Head held high, she started to move through the metal detectors. I cut that nonsense out in a hurry.
“Hold up there, missy,” I said. “You can't just be wandering around in here. There's a process. First things first, you tell me who you are and who you are here to see and then I look at this clipboard here,” I held it up. “It'll let me know if whoever you're seeing is approved to have visitors and if you are on the approved list.”
“I really don't have time for this,” she said, taking a step forward.
“Ma'am, if you cross that line I may have to arrest you. And they're not as friendly over at Parker Women's.”
She huffed a breath. “My name is Sansa Stark.”
“Like 'Little Bird' Sansa Stark?”
“Exactly.”
“Get out of here. I loved your last album.”
“Thank you. I'm here to see my brother, Bran.”
“Oh,” I looked down at the list. Brandon Stark's name was highlighted, which around here was never a good sign. “Says he got transferred to psych. I can call and see if they'll let you visit, sometimes they'll allow it if Sister Pete thinks it'll benefit the patient.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
I called Sister Pete's office and explained the situation.
“She'll be up in a minute to take you to see your brother,” I told Sansa as I hung up the phone.
“Great,” she said. “Is there somewhere I can wait?”
“Just stay here. I'm sure she'll only be a minute or two. That'll be enough time for us to fill out the visitor log. ID, please.” She presented it and I wrote down the pertinent information. “Just need your signature here.” I pointed to the space where I wanted her to sign and handed her a pen.
Once she'd done that, Sister Pete showed up and whisked the young singer away. I stared at the flowing handwriting of her signature for a moment, wondering how much that little page of the visitation log would be worth in a few years. I was too much a stickler for protocol though so I kept it on the clipboard, letting the next few people in line fill in the rest of the page.
There was no harm in pocketing the pen she used though, so I put it in the back of my locker that night for safe-keeping.
Fandom: OZ (HBO)/Game of Thrones
Characters: Sean Murphy & Sansa Stark
Prompt: Day five - Sean Murphy & Sansa Stark - first things first
The redhead strolled up to the desk like she owned the place. Head held high, she started to move through the metal detectors. I cut that nonsense out in a hurry.
“Hold up there, missy,” I said. “You can't just be wandering around in here. There's a process. First things first, you tell me who you are and who you are here to see and then I look at this clipboard here,” I held it up. “It'll let me know if whoever you're seeing is approved to have visitors and if you are on the approved list.”
“I really don't have time for this,” she said, taking a step forward.
“Ma'am, if you cross that line I may have to arrest you. And they're not as friendly over at Parker Women's.”
She huffed a breath. “My name is Sansa Stark.”
“Like 'Little Bird' Sansa Stark?”
“Exactly.”
“Get out of here. I loved your last album.”
“Thank you. I'm here to see my brother, Bran.”
“Oh,” I looked down at the list. Brandon Stark's name was highlighted, which around here was never a good sign. “Says he got transferred to psych. I can call and see if they'll let you visit, sometimes they'll allow it if Sister Pete thinks it'll benefit the patient.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
I called Sister Pete's office and explained the situation.
“She'll be up in a minute to take you to see your brother,” I told Sansa as I hung up the phone.
“Great,” she said. “Is there somewhere I can wait?”
“Just stay here. I'm sure she'll only be a minute or two. That'll be enough time for us to fill out the visitor log. ID, please.” She presented it and I wrote down the pertinent information. “Just need your signature here.” I pointed to the space where I wanted her to sign and handed her a pen.
Once she'd done that, Sister Pete showed up and whisked the young singer away. I stared at the flowing handwriting of her signature for a moment, wondering how much that little page of the visitation log would be worth in a few years. I was too much a stickler for protocol though so I kept it on the clipboard, letting the next few people in line fill in the rest of the page.
There was no harm in pocketing the pen she used though, so I put it in the back of my locker that night for safe-keeping.