After a few astonished blinks Scott got back on task. He sprinted to the man Ami had teleported out, introduced himself as Scott, and half-dragged him back to Ami. "Your friend's injuries are much more serious," he told the man. "I'll help her, then come back here." He hurried over to May, the Doctor, and the injured woman without waiting for a response.
John blinked up at the man feeling as though he were onboard a spacecraft that was suddenly spinning wildly out of control. It was as though the gravity coils had suddenly failed, leaving him floating and lost. He watched as the man darted quickly away again, running over to where Aeryn was standing with two other beside the twisted wreckage.
John bowed his head, leaning forward and pressing his hands into the soft sand he was kneeling on, etching deep grooves in the pliant surface with his fingers. Confusion washed over him, knotting his brow, he had no idea where he was, or how he'd gotten here. There was also the nagging belief that he knew Aeryn, knew her more than just by name alone, but couldn't find any reason to back that up.
He glanced up, dark hair plastered to the blood drying along the side of his face. The sight of the handsome man who had just dragged him across the sand talking to Aeryn sent a surge of surprising jealousy streaking through him. "Hey!" he shouted, trying to scramble to his feet, but succeeding only in flailing forward a little, spraying sand in the air. He still had no idea of who any of these people were or what they wanted. Or, even more important, what they wanted with them.
"Back off!" he shouted, trying to surge to his feet again despite the waves of nausea, "Get away from her!"
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Re: [Scott & Aeryn]
Date: 2007-03-23 04:50 pm (UTC)John blinked up at the man feeling as though he were onboard a spacecraft that was suddenly spinning wildly out of control. It was as though the gravity coils had suddenly failed, leaving him floating and lost. He watched as the man darted quickly away again, running over to where Aeryn was standing with two other beside the twisted wreckage.
John bowed his head, leaning forward and pressing his hands into the soft sand he was kneeling on, etching deep grooves in the pliant surface with his fingers. Confusion washed over him, knotting his brow, he had no idea where he was, or how he'd gotten here. There was also the nagging belief that he knew Aeryn, knew her more than just by name alone, but couldn't find any reason to back that up.
He glanced up, dark hair plastered to the blood drying along the side of his face. The sight of the handsome man who had just dragged him across the sand talking to Aeryn sent a surge of surprising jealousy streaking through him. "Hey!" he shouted, trying to scramble to his feet, but succeeding only in flailing forward a little, spraying sand in the air. He still had no idea of who any of these people were or what they wanted. Or, even more important, what they wanted with them.
"Back off!" he shouted, trying to surge to his feet again despite the waves of nausea, "Get away from her!"