Scott peered at his reflection as the tap filled the water bottle. It didn't jog any memories, unfortunately.
/I think you're a fit bloke./
Ami's sudden thought made Scott blink, then grin. Her rush of embarrassment prompted him to keep quiet. He carefully shielded his next thought from her. (Nice to know that hot British psychics are into tall, thin, and geeky.)
Once the bottle was filled Scott chugged about half of it, then filled it once more. After capping it, he turned for the door and--
He shifted in his seat and surrepitiously took a glance at his watch as he tried not to fall asleep in the middle of the presentation. Sleeping would be rude, and the bald, softly snoring man beside him had that covered. Getting up and walking out would be rude as well, although his long legs were starting to feel cramped in the auditorium seats.
Scott blinked at his watch arm. His hairy, pale and very masculine arm wearing a very masculine watch-–
The water bottle bounced off of the tile floor as the scene disappeared. /What the bleeding hell was that?/
Scott's mind raced as he retrieved the bottle. Although he didn't remember being in an auditorium, the arm he'd "seen" sure looked like a not-tan version of his. /Um... me? Not that I did that. Or remember that. But since I apparently went to Sydney for a biochem conference and--/
Unease joined Ami's surprise. /You saw that?/
/Yeah./ Scott left the bathroom and let himself into his and Ami's room. The fact that he was taking the presumed flashback more or less in stride surprised both of them. After locking the door behind him, he handed the water bottle to Ami. "Take small sips," he advised. He was glad to see that she was sitting up, apparently looking through the items he'd collected.
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Date: 2007-02-24 07:16 pm (UTC)/I think you're a fit bloke./
Ami's sudden thought made Scott blink, then grin. Her rush of embarrassment prompted him to keep quiet. He carefully shielded his next thought from her. (Nice to know that hot British psychics are into tall, thin, and geeky.)
Once the bottle was filled Scott chugged about half of it, then filled it once more. After capping it, he turned for the door and--
He shifted in his seat and surrepitiously took a glance at his watch as he tried not to fall asleep in the middle of the presentation. Sleeping would be rude, and the bald, softly snoring man beside him had that covered. Getting up and walking out would be rude as well, although his long legs were starting to feel cramped in the auditorium seats.
Scott blinked at his watch arm. His hairy, pale and very masculine arm wearing a very masculine watch-–
The water bottle bounced off of the tile floor as the scene disappeared. /What the bleeding hell was that?/
Scott's mind raced as he retrieved the bottle. Although he didn't remember being in an auditorium, the arm he'd "seen" sure looked like a not-tan version of his. /Um... me? Not that I did that. Or remember that. But since I apparently went to Sydney for a biochem conference and--/
Unease joined Ami's surprise. /You saw that?/
/Yeah./ Scott left the bathroom and let himself into his and Ami's room. The fact that he was taking the presumed flashback more or less in stride surprised both of them. After locking the door behind him, he handed the water bottle to Ami. "Take small sips," he advised. He was glad to see that she was sitting up, apparently looking through the items he'd collected.