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crossing_lostrp“This really would make a great resort spot,” Megabyte decided, tossing a broken shell into the waves. “You know, once you get past the creepy telepathic Neanderthals, telepathic smoke clouds and the still ever elusive probably biomechanical T-Rex.”
Walking beside him, Ami gave a laugh. “You advertise them as ‘attractions.’ Survivalist types would kill for the opportunity to be here. Pardon the pun.”
It was early morning and a majority of the camp slept. Megabyte had, in fact, been awakened by Ami far earlier than he would have liked. He told her as much, but any attempts to go back to sleep had been thrawted by Hurley’s sleep-talking and irregular snoring. So, in the end, Megabyte grabbed his swim trunks and joined Ami, curious about what was so urgent she had to wake him at The Crack of Doom.
She’d told him. All the little weird bits and things that she hadn’t shared with him before – starting with the Frenchwoman’s, Danielle’s, repeating distress signal. That had earned her some scorn and harsh words, but in the end he apologized, recognizing that he probably would have done the same in her shoes and it would have been to protect her. In exchange he told her about ‘porting Tommy and Emerson away from the Smoke Monster and how Locke learned that he was telepathic and able to teleport.
“Rose knows too,” Ami told him.
“Yeah, and so does The Doctor.” He scowled when he said ‘The Doctor.’
Ami shook her head. “No, The Doctor knows we’re telepathic. Rose knows about The Tomorrow People.”
“She didn’t tell him?”
“It’s not her secret to tell, so she hasn’t,” Ami said with a grin. “I think she likes knowing something that he doesn’t know, so I’ve been working on keeping it secret as long as possible.”
She confessed to her telekinetic demonstration for George, which prompted Megabyte's admission of telling George he was 'empathic.' That in turn led to explanations of *why* he'd had to explain and a good deal of teasing on his part and blushing on hers. From that point, the conversation naturally segued into talking about Scott, and as Ami had expected, Megabyte was completely non-pulsed by the whole half-alien bit. She hesitated before telling him that part, but in the end decided that the only way to really explain everything to Megabyte was to explain everything to Megabyte.
/Scott’s had some bad experiences with the Air Force and a government agency called the FSA. He didn’t – he couldn’t – trust you because of the fact that you work for WorldEx./ Ami held up a hand to stave off his objections, /He’s relented now or I couldn’t have talked to you about any of this. But you have to understand, Scott’s paranoia makes you look laid back when it comes to being cautious.
/And he doesn’t like you./
Megabyte shrugged. /Yeah, I got that loud and clear./
/It’s not as though you like him very much at all either,/ Ami pointed out. /Which is a complete and total pain in my arse. My best friend and my boyfriend hate each other./
/We got off on the wrong foot, which might not have happened if I’d know all this other stuff about him./ Off of Ami’s look, he sighed. /Ok, maybe the whole jealousy thing would still have caused plenty of problems, but knowing that there was some sort of weird telepathic mumbo jumbo going on? Would have helped a lot./
“I know,” Ami whispered quietly. “And I did want to tell you. I never wanted to keep you intentionally in the dark, Megabyte.” She reached out and took his hand, /You do understand that I hated hurting you like that? That if there had been *any other* way, I would have taken it in a heartbeat?/
/I know./ Megabyte gave her hand a squeeze and then pulled her to him in a tight, friendly and completely platonic hug. /Water under the bridge, now okay?/
Hugging him back, Ami smiled. For the first time in days, she truly felt like her friendship with Megabyte was back where it needed to be. After a moment, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and stepped back, catching his gaze. /There is a wee bit more./
Megabyte sighed. “There always is.”
"We're going to be stuck here for at least six months."
Megabyte didn't ask how she knew that, maybe he assumed that she had gained some precognitive knowledge of everything. He raked his fingers through his hair, "Gonna miss your birthday and Christmas."
Walking beside him, Ami gave a laugh. “You advertise them as ‘attractions.’ Survivalist types would kill for the opportunity to be here. Pardon the pun.”
It was early morning and a majority of the camp slept. Megabyte had, in fact, been awakened by Ami far earlier than he would have liked. He told her as much, but any attempts to go back to sleep had been thrawted by Hurley’s sleep-talking and irregular snoring. So, in the end, Megabyte grabbed his swim trunks and joined Ami, curious about what was so urgent she had to wake him at The Crack of Doom.
She’d told him. All the little weird bits and things that she hadn’t shared with him before – starting with the Frenchwoman’s, Danielle’s, repeating distress signal. That had earned her some scorn and harsh words, but in the end he apologized, recognizing that he probably would have done the same in her shoes and it would have been to protect her. In exchange he told her about ‘porting Tommy and Emerson away from the Smoke Monster and how Locke learned that he was telepathic and able to teleport.
“Rose knows too,” Ami told him.
“Yeah, and so does The Doctor.” He scowled when he said ‘The Doctor.’
Ami shook her head. “No, The Doctor knows we’re telepathic. Rose knows about The Tomorrow People.”
“She didn’t tell him?”
“It’s not her secret to tell, so she hasn’t,” Ami said with a grin. “I think she likes knowing something that he doesn’t know, so I’ve been working on keeping it secret as long as possible.”
She confessed to her telekinetic demonstration for George, which prompted Megabyte's admission of telling George he was 'empathic.' That in turn led to explanations of *why* he'd had to explain and a good deal of teasing on his part and blushing on hers. From that point, the conversation naturally segued into talking about Scott, and as Ami had expected, Megabyte was completely non-pulsed by the whole half-alien bit. She hesitated before telling him that part, but in the end decided that the only way to really explain everything to Megabyte was to explain everything to Megabyte.
/Scott’s had some bad experiences with the Air Force and a government agency called the FSA. He didn’t – he couldn’t – trust you because of the fact that you work for WorldEx./ Ami held up a hand to stave off his objections, /He’s relented now or I couldn’t have talked to you about any of this. But you have to understand, Scott’s paranoia makes you look laid back when it comes to being cautious.
/And he doesn’t like you./
Megabyte shrugged. /Yeah, I got that loud and clear./
/It’s not as though you like him very much at all either,/ Ami pointed out. /Which is a complete and total pain in my arse. My best friend and my boyfriend hate each other./
/We got off on the wrong foot, which might not have happened if I’d know all this other stuff about him./ Off of Ami’s look, he sighed. /Ok, maybe the whole jealousy thing would still have caused plenty of problems, but knowing that there was some sort of weird telepathic mumbo jumbo going on? Would have helped a lot./
“I know,” Ami whispered quietly. “And I did want to tell you. I never wanted to keep you intentionally in the dark, Megabyte.” She reached out and took his hand, /You do understand that I hated hurting you like that? That if there had been *any other* way, I would have taken it in a heartbeat?/
/I know./ Megabyte gave her hand a squeeze and then pulled her to him in a tight, friendly and completely platonic hug. /Water under the bridge, now okay?/
Hugging him back, Ami smiled. For the first time in days, she truly felt like her friendship with Megabyte was back where it needed to be. After a moment, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and stepped back, catching his gaze. /There is a wee bit more./
Megabyte sighed. “There always is.”
"We're going to be stuck here for at least six months."
Megabyte didn't ask how she knew that, maybe he assumed that she had gained some precognitive knowledge of everything. He raked his fingers through his hair, "Gonna miss your birthday and Christmas."
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[Ami] Another Weird One (tag Kenzaki, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-04-17 03:53 pm (UTC)"Good morning, Kenzaki," Ami greeted him, wishing again that she could speak with him. Fortunately, there were people here who could communicate with him, particularly since it was a little too late for her to suddenly start displaying a flair for Japanese. (Maybe Scott can teach me what he's learning. It would be a good way to pass the time.)
He greeted her in heavily accented, but surprisingly well spoken English, and she accepted the offered food with a smile. As she did, her hand brushed his and her hypersensitive awareness – an unexpected and lingering side effect from whatever had happened between she and Scott yesterday – kicked right in. His appearance shimmered and changed, so quickly that Ami probably would have thought she was hallucinating if it hadn't been for the feeling that she got from him. Something about Kenzaki was off; he wasn't human, yet his emotions and his thought patterns were. Yet, he was different somehow, more powerful than he appeared to be, a Fighter – and why Fighter came through capitalized she didn't know – but not dangerous to the camp.
Ami knew that it took her a moment to beat back her surprise and wasn't at all surprised when she felt Scott's mental touch in her mind. /What?/
/I think Kenzaki's an alien,/ Ami told him as she schooled her face back to friendly neutrality.
/You're kidding?!/
/No, apparently our little slice of tropical paradise is collecting them./ Ami paused and added, /But he feels human. Not half or hybrid, but human. And yet not. It's odd. But he's safe, to us at least./
"Thank you," Ami said graciously, regarding the food. She didn't understand what he said in Japanese, so all she could do was give him another friendly smile.
[Scott] Another Weird One (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-04-17 07:20 pm (UTC)Scott was rifling through his new-to-him clothes when Ami's surprise metaphorically smacked him upside the head. He instinctively looked in her direction. /What?/
/I think Kenzaki's an alien,/ Ami replied.
Scott blinked. /You're kidding?!/
/No, apparently our little slice of tropical paradise is collecting them./ Ami paused and added, /But he feels human. Not half or hybrid, but human. And yet not. It's odd. But he's safe, to us at least./
Scott shook his head, not sure what to make of Ami's explanation. /Well, safe is good./ Then he remembered one of the Japanese/English lessons that he, Kenzaki, and Ripley had on the way back from the transciever mission. Scott laughed aloud. /I taught him the word 'alien'!/
[Ami] Another Weird One (tag Scott, open)
Date: 2006-04-17 10:14 pm (UTC)She sent him a pulse of affection, /I have a few things I need to do, but maybe we can spend some quality time together later. If you're very patient, I promise to make it worth the wait./ To underscore, she sent a few not so subtle images of how they could spend their 'quality time.'
[Scott] Another Weird One (optional tag)
Date: 2006-04-18 11:11 am (UTC)[Kenzaki] Another Weird One (tag Ami, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-04-17 11:14 pm (UTC)It was then that her name came to him. "I'm sorry, Ayami-san," he said, bowing slightly. "I've done something wrong?"
He didn't have the words. He hoped his contriteness and concern would translate anyway.
[Ami] Another Weird One ([optional tag])
Date: 2006-04-18 02:35 pm (UTC)He was – yet another – island enigma that would have to wait a bit. But only until Scott knew enough Japanese to actually communicate with the man.