Summary: Ellie has figured out a way to communicate with Sam, but they still have to figure out what’s going on.
A/N: Sorry this took forever. I was trying to write but got a bit blocked and then I finally binge-watched the last season of Glee (so many feels!). But it’s finished now. Enjoy Ellie being a big ol’ nerd.
Episode Guide: This happens between 3x04 and 3x05, but you can think of it as the fifth of several chapters that will cover one case.
Dean hadn’t got back to the motel yet. I found Sam sitting
alone, still staring at his computer screen. He was perfectly set up for me to
speak to him.
I decided to just go for it straight away. It was going to
take me a while to communicate with Sam. I may have known Morse Code by heart,
but he probably didn’t. I’d have to keep trying until he recognised that the
flickering of his computer wasn’t random. Then I’d have to wait for him to
figure out it was Morse Code. Then he’d need to look up how to understand me.
Only then would I be able to actually get a message across.
I figured the most common phrase anyone knew was SOS. Three short
signals, three long and then another three short. Bothering Sam with that
repeatedly seemed like the best bet to help him recognise what was happening.
I went over to stand beside him. It would probably have been
easier to actually stand where he was sitting, but there was a mental barrier
that stopped me moving through him. It was too weird to be in the same place as
someone else, but in different dimensions or planes or whatever it was.
I took a deep, hopeful breath and put my hand through the
computer. Three quick, even flashes and the screen flickered, the three short
bursts of “S”. Sam blinked. I had definitely gotten his attention. I put my
hand in again, holding it three times as long each time. Three long bursts for “O”.
Sam’s hand reached for his power cord. I kept going as he jiggled it, giving
him the short signals of another “S”.
The danger was that Sam would assume his computer was malfunctioning
so badly that he had to turn it off. Maybe I could get around that, though. If
I did the same pattern with something else, he’d know it wasn’t the computer. I
ran over to the light switch, and Sam looked up and around him as I gave him
another “S”. I finished the S.O.S message and went back to the computer again.
I had definitely been smart to use the lights as well,
because Sam was no longer looking at his power cord or fiddling with the
computer to try and fix it. When I pulsed the message out with his screen
again, he stared at it, frowning. I used the computer a third time, and then
the lights once more.
Sam stood up, and turned on the tiny television. It was
showing some crappy sitcom, but he muted that, and sat on the edge of Dean’s
bed, watching the screen. I smiled. It had only taken five tries for him to
realise that something was happening and that he needed to pay attention.
I went to the television and did the same thing again. Three
dots, three dashes, three dots.
“Huh,” said Sam.