crossing_lostrp | Dance as Old as Time

Who: Molly
Where: Outside the Medical facility
When: Day 22, mid afternoon. Prior to “the announcement”
Invited: Dean, Jon, River (any who follow the music ::snicker:J
Status: Incomplete (open)

River danced and skipped ahead of them, moving through the trees with an effortlessness that made Molly wonder if she had Elf ancestors.

Molly carried Rose’s iPod and the speaker hook up she had given up when asked. She hadn’t asked what for, and Molly was glad for that. She had only to promise their safe return.

Dean and Jon followed behind. It was three o’clock or so, and Molly fully intended to dance two hours before returning and help make dinner for the masses.

It was River who found the clearing, or maybe she had been leading them all along.

The canopy was sparse, but did provide some sun cover.

“Sun burns as moonlight sooths.” River slid the straps of her sundress over her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. Evidently she knew that underwear was pointless here.

Molly laughed at the girl’s pragmatism. She slipped her tee-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans. In the small of Molly’s back was a tree of life tattoo in a dark green against her pale, freckled skin. She was a bit envious. River had that flawless complexion that Molly’s own cousins possessed. She would have made a wonderful Sidhe.

Turning round to set the iPod and speakers to play their music Molly noticed Jon pointedly looking anywhere but at them, and Dean standing there with his jaw down in surprise.

“A bug will fly in.” Molly pointed at Dean.

She set the music and Loreena McKennitt’s beautiful voice filled the clearing.

Come by the hills to the land
     where fancy is free.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky
     and the rocks reach the sea.
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken
     is gold in the sun.
And cares of tomorrow must wait
     till this day is done.

Molly spun gracefully, her whole body moving with the music. River watched, then mirrored the movements, a look of pure joy on her face. The two women clasped hands and danced, arms stretching up, hips rolling. The dance was sensual, but elemental. There was something old and earthy to it, even as the movements were light and buoyant.

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Molly's jaw dropped.

"Streachailt leathair hifreann." Molly let out a string of Gaeilge.

"Jon, You look... about sixteen." Unfortunately Molly knew kids and kids ages. Side affect of being one of their defenders. Okay, that nice feel good tingle was fading fast.

Okay, this had to be because of the magic. There was no other factor. He hadn't regressed from their first kiss. Or was it the physical contact?

She wanted to put her hand on his shoulder but was suddenly terrified of touching him.

"Okay, deep breaths here.... Who here knows about you? I mean Tara might be able to do something... but she's lost her magic for now. I mean, there has to be a way to reverse it. Right?"

"Reverse it? How should I know?" Jon was working hard not to squeak. This really really sucked. At this rate he was going to sprout acne like mushrooms. Again. "And as for who knows about me, that's a grand total of Daniel, McKay, Blaise and now Raelle. And you. Others might have caught snippets - let alone DHARMA - but that's about it. 'Hi, I'm a clone' isn't my favorite line, y'know."

He took a deep breath and checked that Dean and River were too far away to hear anything, then plonked himself on a fallen tree.

"Ok, might as well sit down - and yeah, a gap is probably good," he admitted tersely, though Molly looked as shocked as he felt. "Guess you've never heard of this side effect before?"

Molly shook her head anxiously. "No. It has to be the magic combined with however you were.. made. Tara might be able to help, eventually -"

"Hold it right there!" Jon exclaimed. "More magic? Nuh-uh. Not so fast. I'd trust magnets sooner."

"I said eventually, Jon. She's not in any state for casting at the moment."

"Still. A thousand year old mad alien scientist whose life depends on cloning technology couldn't think of any way to make me older than to let time do its thing, and the only thing that magic's done for me so far is make me younger! For all we know I could be in diapers by morning!"

Don't panic! he yelled at himself, but it was hard not to when his clothes were too big, limbs were too short and voice sounded so fucking young. There was one straw left to clutch.

"How long does this magic high of yours normally last anyway? Maybe we just need to wait this thing out."

Inside he wasn't that optimistic though. I knew there was a reason I picked the name Murphy.

You are so very ebil

sophiedb.

Can I snuggle your ebil? Maybe some of it can wear off on me?

More ebil cometh: I forgot about the fact that he was spouting Ancient not so long ago *giggle*

"Less than twenty four hours. Last time I got this buzzed it was more like twenty." Blessed Daana what had she done?

Jon certainly didn't deserve this. And he was as close to panic as she was.

"If it.... if it doesn't wear off you are going to have to trust one of the doctors. They've got lots of science know how between them. But don't rule out homeopathic cures out of hand."

After all, Molly thought, Tara had accidently AGED Methos. Once she was back up to snuff maybe she could help. Bright goddess, please let there be no need. Maybe it would undo when the magic wore off.

He could keep the sarcasm quiet - just - but homeopathic cures? Since when did chewing a flower accelerate growth?

"Ok..." Moving swiftly on. "I don't seem to be shrinking any more, so we might be in the clear. On the other hand I still need a change of clothes, but I can handle twenty hours. If that doesn't work: doctors - or Doctor. No need to cross that bridge yet."

Jon scrubbed his face tiredly, stood and began to pace, forcing himself to ignore the loose feeling in his boots. Molly looked miserable through and through. Crap.

"Hey, maybe next time." Now she looked blank. "That attempt at having a thing? Third time lucky, one day, maybe, if we don't get struck by lightening in the meantime, because this isn't your fault."

He tried to look cheerful, though he'd much rather be taking his frustration out on a punching bag. Better yet, a firing range. Or DHARMA. Now there was an idea.. shame he was too puny to cause any damage. Back to that forced smile then.

"So I could lose a year, so what? It's better than thirty-five - or the rest. I even have fake ID this time."

Molly tried to force a smile. Managed a kind of half one. She could read his expressions pretty well.

He hadn't said anything but... "Jon, homeopathic means litterally like curing like. It doesn't always mean herbology. I don't think even Dr. Peirson's or my best herbal remedy would help here. But something caused by magic might just need to be cured by magic. But I understand the panic that thought causes. So we'll hope you'll be okay in twenty hours, then try science."

Oh... She had to help Tara tomorrow. There was relief in the escape there. Avoidance had it's positive side.

"It's not your fault, Jon. I think I'm doomed when it comes to the relationship thing... or even not-things. Freak out seems to be the way things go around me. I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry." She was close to tears. "I think it might be safer for you if we don't try a third time. Maybe next time you'll end up with a third hand, or a great big hump on your back, and us with no church bells."

It was her fault. She'd danced up the magic, got too friendly. Leaked all over him. At least she wasn't carrying him back looking for diapers. Sweet fuck this was a mess.

"Hey, don't look like that - I made you ask for a guard. I'm not hurt either, just.. short. Shorter."

Jon gave up on keeping his distance and drew Molly into a loose hug. The mood was already dead and he had a feeling that there'd be plenty of excuses found to stay apart over the next day or so, on both sides.

"It could have been worse: the other me went from middle-aged to decrepit in a couple of days once. That worked out ok. Then there was the caveman incident, getting a tonne of alien crap downloaded into his head.." Jon trailed off, not wanting to go there now that he seemed to be speaking English again. "This'll come good too. Definitely."

His belly rumbled loudly. "See? Growing kid need food. Dancers too. Let's get some dinner and see what happens tomorrow."

Molly gave a brittle laugh. "I have to cook tonight. And tomorrow I'll get to play bodyguard to Tara. But I'll be back by dinner tomorrow... I hope."

Things could go wrong. In fact with the current trend, they likely would.

She had been a bit uneasy about the hug, but that was out of fear of further regressing Jon.

Hey, you know, there are people who'd kill to find a way to get younger." She tried, but it sounded a bit weak to her own ears. "Of course they aren't apparently seventeen to start."

"More years to harrass Daniel," Jon replied solidly. "He doesn't have enough grey hair yet."

Chances were he'd stay out of others' way tomorrow, patrolling or fishing or something. Maybe stuff his shoes full of paper (platforms worked for Tom Cruise, didn't they?) and avoid conversation.

OOC: Apologies for ebiling a nice happy thread! Any more for any more, or is that about it?

Yup, might as well wrap 'er up.

But your ebiling is always interesting. LOL.

Dance as Old as Time

[Molly] Shockwaves

[Jon] Shockwaves

OOC: Bad Sophie! No Cookie!

meep No Cookie? sob

[Molly] Wanting to crawl into a hole

[Jon] Smile like you mean it

[Molly] Misery

[Jon] Deja vu, kinda

We are so messed up

[Jon] Ya think?

OOC