Being the center of attention, even if he'd done it to himself, was clearly not Scott's thing. The fact that Isabel accepted his claim at face value and Chloe was plainly curious helped.
Trying to ignore House's skeptical frown, Scott fished his sphere from his pocket. "What's that?" Chloe asked.
Scott's hand closed more tightly around the metal ball. "It's, um..." (Fuck. This was a really bad idea.)
/Go on, Scott./ The gentle encouragement that Ami sent across their link felt wonderful. /Even if they're frightened at first, you're *helping* Isabel. They can't fault you for that./
Scott sent back a pulse of gratitude and wrenched his fingers open. The fluorescent light gleamed dully off of the silvery orb. "I'm not really sure, but it helps me. A tool, I guess."
"Oh." Questions shone in Chloe's unnaturally green eyes, but she didn't voice them.
"Okay." Scott turned to Isabel, enclosing the sphere in his fist again. "This is going to make some noise, like a hum, and I'm not sure how long this'll take. But I'm sure I can do it."
He reached for her hand with his free one. When she nodded Scott grasped her hand then had to fight a knee-jerk instinct to pull back.
/What?/
/Scott!/
The first voice was Isabel's; the second Ami's. He tried to speak to both at once. /You're, um, you're not human. Not fully./
/Isabel?/ Ami asked. Scott sent a pulse of acknowledgement along their link.
Isabel frowned slightly, but held Scott's gaze. /You can tell by touch alone?/
/Yes./
Scott felt her mulling the idea over for a few moments. Then, /Are you human?/
/Not fully,/ Scott admitted. /I don't know what the other part of me is any more than I know what yours is. Except that we're different./
/Yes,/ Isabel replied thoughtfully. /Interesting./ Then she grinned. /Could you do something about my itch feet now?/
Scott found himself grinning back. Isabel's easy acceptance was wonderful. /Sure./ His mind reached for the silver sphere. It hummed and glowed when he connected with it. He started with one of the shallow, nearly healed cuts and followed instinct.
Ironically, healing was like riding a bike. As Scott mended tissue and directed dead cells to the lymph system the hows and whys of what he was doing came back to him. The concentration required helped him ignore the whispered conversation Chloe and House were having.
Several minutes later Scott sat up straight, dropping his attention from the sphere. Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he felt a bit drained. "Done," he grinned.
OOC: If Isabel's out of character let me know and I'll repost. Also, Scott pushed the sutures out of Isabel's skin. It wouldn't be fun to have to pull them out.
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Date: 2007-03-18 11:28 pm (UTC)Trying to ignore House's skeptical frown, Scott fished his sphere from his pocket. "What's that?" Chloe asked.
Scott's hand closed more tightly around the metal ball. "It's, um..." (Fuck. This was a really bad idea.)
/Go on, Scott./ The gentle encouragement that Ami sent across their link felt wonderful. /Even if they're frightened at first, you're *helping* Isabel. They can't fault you for that./
Scott sent back a pulse of gratitude and wrenched his fingers open. The fluorescent light gleamed dully off of the silvery orb. "I'm not really sure, but it helps me. A tool, I guess."
"Oh." Questions shone in Chloe's unnaturally green eyes, but she didn't voice them.
"Okay." Scott turned to Isabel, enclosing the sphere in his fist again. "This is going to make some noise, like a hum, and I'm not sure how long this'll take. But I'm sure I can do it."
He reached for her hand with his free one. When she nodded Scott grasped her hand then had to fight a knee-jerk instinct to pull back.
/What?/
/Scott!/
The first voice was Isabel's; the second Ami's. He tried to speak to both at once. /You're, um, you're not human. Not fully./
/Isabel?/ Ami asked. Scott sent a pulse of acknowledgement along their link.
Isabel frowned slightly, but held Scott's gaze. /You can tell by touch alone?/
/Yes./
Scott felt her mulling the idea over for a few moments. Then, /Are you human?/
/Not fully,/ Scott admitted. /I don't know what the other part of me is any more than I know what yours is. Except that we're different./
/Yes,/ Isabel replied thoughtfully. /Interesting./ Then she grinned. /Could you do something about my itch feet now?/
Scott found himself grinning back. Isabel's easy acceptance was wonderful. /Sure./ His mind reached for the silver sphere. It hummed and glowed when he connected with it. He started with one of the shallow, nearly healed cuts and followed instinct.
Ironically, healing was like riding a bike. As Scott mended tissue and directed dead cells to the lymph system the hows and whys of what he was doing came back to him. The concentration required helped him ignore the whispered conversation Chloe and House were having.
Several minutes later Scott sat up straight, dropping his attention from the sphere. Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he felt a bit drained. "Done," he grinned.
OOC: If Isabel's out of character let me know and I'll repost. Also, Scott pushed the sutures out of Isabel's skin. It wouldn't be fun to have to pull them out.