The child's fear and pain made Sam put his anxiety aside. He faced her (River), curled into a fetal position in the corner of the room. The forest-woman (Molly) was there, too. Although the redhead's expression was unreadable, fear tinged her mossy scent.
"It's going to be okay," Sam said. His voice was wrong, but at least his accent was there. He padded toward the girls silently. Sam wasn't worried about startling River. Between her post-amnesia actions -- (And how the hell did we get our memories back?) -- and what the others had said when he'd arrived at the bunker, the girl was frighteningly psychic. She'd 'hear' him coming.
Sam reached a hand toward each of the young women, shuddering again at the sight of his borrowed claws. "You're right, River. It's Sam. I don't know how, but..."
The air conditioning switched on, pulsing dank air from the vents. Sam wrinkled his nose until Molly's scent carried to him. She smelled of freshly turned earth, wildflowers, and sunlight. Before he realized it he'd bent over her, inhaling deeply. It was all he could do to resist the urge to roll around on top of her.
"Sam!" River yelped.
Sam shook himself, straightened, and took several steps back. "Right." He ignored how shaky his too-high voice was. "Now, then. The amnesia's gone. I remember everything. Do you?"
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[Sam Tyler] Meep. (tag Molly, River)
Date: 2007-05-23 02:48 pm (UTC)"It's going to be okay," Sam said. His voice was wrong, but at least his accent was there. He padded toward the girls silently. Sam wasn't worried about startling River. Between her post-amnesia actions -- (And how the hell did we get our memories back?) -- and what the others had said when he'd arrived at the bunker, the girl was frighteningly psychic. She'd 'hear' him coming.
Sam reached a hand toward each of the young women, shuddering again at the sight of his borrowed claws. "You're right, River. It's Sam. I don't know how, but..."
The air conditioning switched on, pulsing dank air from the vents. Sam wrinkled his nose until Molly's scent carried to him. She smelled of freshly turned earth, wildflowers, and sunlight. Before he realized it he'd bent over her, inhaling deeply. It was all he could do to resist the urge to roll around on top of her.
"Sam!" River yelped.
Sam shook himself, straightened, and took several steps back. "Right." He ignored how shaky his too-high voice was. "Now, then. The amnesia's gone. I remember everything. Do you?"