"Okay," Blaise said, trying to calm Scott. "Okay. I know where she is," Blaise told him. (Assuming she hasn't run screaming.)
Scott's panic and outrage was painfully intense at this range. Or maybe it was some special bond between Ami and Scott that made it so strong. They'd been thick as thieves since the day they met. If he hadn't learned better, Blaise would have thought they'd been lovers for years before the crash. Either way it made concentrating more difficult than it ought to be.
Blaise pulled one of Scott/House's arms around his shoulder and pushed up to his feet--or tried to. Scott was a lot heavier than he looked. (Or,) Blaise thought belatedly, (Ami doesn't have the raw muscle I have. Had. Whatever.)
"Let's try that again," Blaise said. Setting himself more solidly, he gave it another try and with Scott's help, got him up on his feet again. "C'mon, Scott," Blaise said, "let's go find A--"
Memories poured into Blaise's consciousness in a rushing torrent, painful, overwhelming. He caught only fragmentary glimpses of a very long life--a young girl becoming a woman, pursuing a career, dying--in a fire? But the memories didn't stop there. They went on and on, too fast for more than vague impressions. It was like trying to drink from a firehose.
Eventually the torrent slowed to a trickle and ended. Blaise had one clear impression of a dimly lit room. Daisy sat up, shocked to find herself in a room with Claire and her infant son--and even more shocked to find herself in Damon's body and aware of Blaise looking over her shoulder, figuratively speaking.
She didn't like it at all, any of it. The connection between them snapped abruptly. Blaise sagged against the wall, feeling Scott scrabbling to hold him up now.
"Blaise! Blaise, talk to me! What's wrong?" His panic was evident in his voice. It pressed in on Ami's psychic senses too, sharp and uncomfortably intense.
Blaise got his feet under him once more and pushed himself up to a standing position again. "N-nothing," he said, "Nothing's wrong. I just got a big dose of--of Daisy. She's...swapped places with Damon, I guess."
He summoned up a wry grin for Scott. "It's that kind of day, I guess." He let it fade. "Now let's go see Ami," he added, and started them shuffling out of the room.
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[Blaise] I know how you feel...
Date: 2007-05-25 05:01 am (UTC)Scott's panic and outrage was painfully intense at this range. Or maybe it was some special bond between Ami and Scott that made it so strong. They'd been thick as thieves since the day they met. If he hadn't learned better, Blaise would have thought they'd been lovers for years before the crash. Either way it made concentrating more difficult than it ought to be.
Blaise pulled one of Scott/House's arms around his shoulder and pushed up to his feet--or tried to. Scott was a lot heavier than he looked. (Or,) Blaise thought belatedly, (Ami doesn't have the raw muscle I have. Had. Whatever.)
"Let's try that again," Blaise said. Setting himself more solidly, he gave it another try and with Scott's help, got him up on his feet again. "C'mon, Scott," Blaise said, "let's go find A--"
Memories poured into Blaise's consciousness in a rushing torrent, painful, overwhelming. He caught only fragmentary glimpses of a very long life--a young girl becoming a woman, pursuing a career, dying--in a fire? But the memories didn't stop there. They went on and on, too fast for more than vague impressions. It was like trying to drink from a firehose.
Eventually the torrent slowed to a trickle and ended. Blaise had one clear impression of a dimly lit room. Daisy sat up, shocked to find herself in a room with Claire and her infant son--and even more shocked to find herself in Damon's body and aware of Blaise looking over her shoulder, figuratively speaking.
She didn't like it at all, any of it. The connection between them snapped abruptly. Blaise sagged against the wall, feeling Scott scrabbling to hold him up now.
"Blaise! Blaise, talk to me! What's wrong?" His panic was evident in his voice. It pressed in on Ami's psychic senses too, sharp and uncomfortably intense.
Blaise got his feet under him once more and pushed himself up to a standing position again. "N-nothing," he said, "Nothing's wrong. I just got a big dose of--of Daisy. She's...swapped places with Damon, I guess."
He summoned up a wry grin for Scott. "It's that kind of day, I guess." He let it fade. "Now let's go see Ami," he added, and started them shuffling out of the room.