Will, who was still getting accustomed to thinking of himself as Damon - at least according to Ami* - behaved himself and didn't follow Claire around like a hulking overprotective lover when she ventured outside with Aaron in her arms. Of course, he was doing his own version of Jon's avoidance game; Damon was avoiding Ami both physically and mentally. They'd "talked" some the night before; they'd discussed their abilities and the fact that they were supposedly old friends. Then the British hottie turned all serious and said they should talk about his relationship with Claire.
Damon found an excuse to flee and stayed away ever since. Everything about Ami's mannerism and behavior told him that he probably didn't want to hear whatever she had to say. Fortunately, once the woman and her fiance disappeared behind closed doors, she dropped off the radar - mostly - for the night.
He did not think about the feelings and thoughts and images that leaked through when the woman slipped back onto the radar. It did beg the question though of how did telepaths ever have any privacy in intimate moments?
(Of course, we knew our abilities back when we knew stuff,) Damon reflected. (It was probably easier to be private.)
But that had been the night before and now this morning, he did his own brand of exploring, "hacking" his way back into his laptop. Once he stopped freaking himself out and grew accustomed to the Matrix-like-skills, it was easy enough. Damon didn't learn anything about the island, but he learned a lot about himself and the company he worked for, all of which raised more questions.
Claire needs help.
The feeling came to him so suddenly and so sharply that Damon leapt to his feet, nearly sending the laptop crashing to the floor. Telekinetic instincts caught it mere centimeters from the cement ground.
Guided by instinct, Damon closed his eyes and listened and felt. His Claire wasn't in trouble but .. . someone was.
He needed to be there. Now.
And then he was, stumbling forward in knee and waist high grass, his arms pinwheeling. Ami told him that he could do it, that Jon's demonstration wasn't just a fluke for Jon, but until that moment, Damon hadn't really believed it. Until he went from cool, recycled air to hot, bright greenery and humidity in the blinking of an eye.
It took him only a few seconds to reorient himself and turn toward Claire and his son. He jogged closer, wondering if she'd seen his sudden appearance and terrified of how she would react if she had.
Just as he opened his mouth to call for her, he saw feet in the grass and quickened his pace. Damon dropped down beside Liz and automatically reached for a pulse. "What happened?"
[OOC: *I had planned on getting an Ami and Damon chat up, but I'm not holding my breath, so we'll assume it happened off-screen. Also, up to you, sophiedb whether or not Claire saw Damon teleport in]
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Date: 2007-04-10 01:02 am (UTC)Damon found an excuse to flee and stayed away ever since. Everything about Ami's mannerism and behavior told him that he probably didn't want to hear whatever she had to say. Fortunately, once the woman and her fiance disappeared behind closed doors, she dropped off the radar - mostly - for the night.
He did not think about the feelings and thoughts and images that leaked through when the woman slipped back onto the radar. It did beg the question though of how did telepaths ever have any privacy in intimate moments?
(Of course, we knew our abilities back when we knew stuff,) Damon reflected. (It was probably easier to be private.)
But that had been the night before and now this morning, he did his own brand of exploring, "hacking" his way back into his laptop. Once he stopped freaking himself out and grew accustomed to the Matrix-like-skills, it was easy enough. Damon didn't learn anything about the island, but he learned a lot about himself and the company he worked for, all of which raised more questions.
Claire needs help.
The feeling came to him so suddenly and so sharply that Damon leapt to his feet, nearly sending the laptop crashing to the floor. Telekinetic instincts caught it mere centimeters from the cement ground.
Guided by instinct, Damon closed his eyes and listened and felt. His Claire wasn't in trouble but .. . someone was.
He needed to be there. Now.
And then he was, stumbling forward in knee and waist high grass, his arms pinwheeling. Ami told him that he could do it, that Jon's demonstration wasn't just a fluke for Jon, but until that moment, Damon hadn't really believed it. Until he went from cool, recycled air to hot, bright greenery and humidity in the blinking of an eye.
It took him only a few seconds to reorient himself and turn toward Claire and his son. He jogged closer, wondering if she'd seen his sudden appearance and terrified of how she would react if she had.
Just as he opened his mouth to call for her, he saw feet in the grass and quickened his pace. Damon dropped down beside Liz and automatically reached for a pulse. "What happened?"
[OOC: *I had planned on getting an Ami and Damon chat up, but I'm not holding my breath, so we'll assume it happened off-screen. Also, up to you,