"Bad news, pal," Ami said *with an American accent.* "I'm not Ami. I'm Blaise."
Scott's stomach lurched. "No." Not-Ami simply frowned at him. She'd never worn that particular frown before, which drove the point home.
Panic and outrage swept through Scott's borrowed body. His already weak knees buckled. Scott lurched sideways. His shoulder hit the wall, which he slid down unceremoniously. The sheer hopelessness of the situation seemed to push down on him. He was trapped in an aging, ill body that he couldn't heal. Senses he hadn't realized he'd relied on so much were gone. Even worse, he couldn't sense Ami. She could be dead or dying and he'd be none the wiser.
Suddenly Blaise/Ami was beside Scott, and he realized he was crying. Just tearing, but still embarrasing. Scott wiped his face dry with his non-cane hand and pulled himself together the best he could. "Ami. She's in you. Your body. Take me to her. Please!"
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[Scott] Bad News, Dear
Date: 2007-05-25 03:44 am (UTC)Scott's stomach lurched. "No." Not-Ami simply frowned at him. She'd never worn that particular frown before, which drove the point home.
Panic and outrage swept through Scott's borrowed body. His already weak knees buckled. Scott lurched sideways. His shoulder hit the wall, which he slid down unceremoniously. The sheer hopelessness of the situation seemed to push down on him. He was trapped in an aging, ill body that he couldn't heal. Senses he hadn't realized he'd relied on so much were gone. Even worse, he couldn't sense Ami. She could be dead or dying and he'd be none the wiser.
Suddenly Blaise/Ami was beside Scott, and he realized he was crying. Just tearing, but still embarrasing. Scott wiped his face dry with his non-cane hand and pulled himself together the best he could. "Ami. She's in you. Your body. Take me to her. Please!"