Ami's elation at the possibility of being restored immediately dampened when she looked over at Scott, clearly miserable in House's body. As if it wasn't enough that something was going to happen - and soon, if Molly/River's premonition was to be believed - there was also the missing House to take into account.
Somehow Ami didn't think the bloody sawbones was going to step willing forward and hand back over Scott's virile, handsome, healthy young body. Not without a fight. (Or being unconscious.)
Either worked for her.
"Wait," she held up a hand to forestall the proceedings. Ami had a glimmering of an idea of what was going to happen, particularly if George had a hand in it. (I wonder why no one thought of it before,) Ami mused, then put the thoughts aside. She could kick herself and fret on about it later. After she and Scott had their respective bodies back.
"Blaise, before we do this, I need you to agree to help me, help us," she motioned toward Scott-in-House, "With something, or else you'll just have to settle in for a wait in my body while I take care of it myself."
It was more than a little disconcerting to watch his (her) eyebrows rise and her head tilt curiously to stare up at her. Ami wondered if she detected a hint of frustration, or maybe just mild wariness, in the voice. "What?"
"House."
"What?"
"You have the strength and the skill to restrain him long enough to get this done. Unless you really think that Gregory House is just going to smile and give up Scott's body without a fight?" Ami folded her arms across her chest, and met the other gazes that looked at her. "He's a selfish, arrogant wanker, and we all know it, so let's be honest about it. I highly doubt he'll cooperate in the least."
"We - I - don't know where he is," Blaise said quietly. While the admission probably confused others, Ami understood the meaning behind the words.
"You don't, but I will. He might be able to block you, but telepathically, I'm stronger than Scott, I'm more familiar with it all and I've been doing this since I was fourteen. I'll be able to find him. I just might need some help getting his cooperation."
[Ami] Time Out
Somehow Ami didn't think the bloody sawbones was going to step willing forward and hand back over Scott's virile, handsome, healthy young body. Not without a fight. (Or being unconscious.)
Either worked for her.
"Wait," she held up a hand to forestall the proceedings. Ami had a glimmering of an idea of what was going to happen, particularly if George had a hand in it. (I wonder why no one thought of it before,) Ami mused, then put the thoughts aside. She could kick herself and fret on about it later. After she and Scott had their respective bodies back.
"Blaise, before we do this, I need you to agree to help me, help us," she motioned toward Scott-in-House, "With something, or else you'll just have to settle in for a wait in my body while I take care of it myself."
It was more than a little disconcerting to watch his (her) eyebrows rise and her head tilt curiously to stare up at her. Ami wondered if she detected a hint of frustration, or maybe just mild wariness, in the voice. "What?"
"House."
"What?"
"You have the strength and the skill to restrain him long enough to get this done. Unless you really think that Gregory House is just going to smile and give up Scott's body without a fight?" Ami folded her arms across her chest, and met the other gazes that looked at her. "He's a selfish, arrogant wanker, and we all know it, so let's be honest about it. I highly doubt he'll cooperate in the least."
"We - I - don't know where he is," Blaise said quietly. While the admission probably confused others, Ami understood the meaning behind the words.
"You don't, but I will. He might be able to block you, but telepathically, I'm stronger than Scott, I'm more familiar with it all and I've been doing this since I was fourteen. I'll be able to find him. I just might need some help getting his cooperation."