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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] The Morning Continues (open tag)
Date: 2006-04-15 12:52 am (UTC)She worked with him a bit on some of what The Doctor taught her the previous day, and after a few gripes and less than charitable words, Megabyte actually focused on learning. That portion of the conversation and those lessons took place in the same locale that The Doctor had used, as it was ideal for privacy but not completely cut off from the camp.
Their lesson wrapped up and they sat there, talking quietly when they heard the crunch of brush heralding the approach of footsteps. They both looked up as the brush parted and a figure stepped forward, "I hope I'm not interrupting."
[Kenzaki] Becoming more social (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-04-17 02:47 am (UTC)"Good morning," he said in his own language, and then tried, "Goodu Moruniingu. Woodu yuu likee some fooduu?" Ripley had taught him that, and he appreciated it, for it gave him both a reason to socialize and to get rid of the food he didn't need. He smiled as she took the food from him. As she started to stare at him incredulously, he blushed and added in his own language, "Sorry, my English is not very good."
[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.
[Ami] Breaking the Ice (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-17 04:08 pm (UTC)Not willing to pass up an opportunity to return a favor, Ami jogged up to George and grinned mischievously and affected the best American accent that she could. "Holy shit! You got laid!"
[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'!/
[George] Breaking the Ice (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-17 09:28 pm (UTC)"You got that right!" she crowed and offered Ami her upraised hand. Ami slapped her hand in a high five.
Ami studied George for a moment. "So?" she said finally.
George's grin didn't diminish in the slightest, but she felt her face growing warm as she recalled the previous afternoon's activities. Her gaze slid away from Ami's face for a moment; she was embarrassed by the sudden surge of lust she felt at the thought of Carlos and the urge to grab him and drag him off for another round.
It wasn't as though Ami was unacquainted with the feeling, though. George met her eyes again. "God," she said, "it was amazing!"
[Ami] Breaking the Ice (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-17 10:12 pm (UTC)(Was I really floating on air like that the first time Scott and I shagged?)
George was a bundle of lustful and happy feelings that Ami had to shield a bit against. Those sorts of feelings were only going to call to the fore a few thoughts and memories of her own, and send her scurrying back to Scott. There was a reason that she'd slipped away this morning, and hadn't returned when she sensed him waking. Ami had things to accomplish - namely talking to Megabyte and George, and checking up on River and Sun, and she knew that once the daily camp grind was underway she might lose the opportunity to do that if she wiled away the morning making love to Scott.
As truly pleasurable as the thought was.
Ami giggled, glad for George's happy reception as well as the other woman's satiation. It meant that the one hurdle wasn't as big as she thought it was, their blossoming friendship was still in tact. "It always is amazing when you have a the right man in the driver's seat."
Blinking and wondering when she started to channel Jade, Ami waved her hands at George, indicating that she wasn't finished grilling her yet. "All right now, out with it, then. You did grill me after all. Who is it?"
[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.'
[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.
[George] Breaking the Ice (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-18 12:03 am (UTC)[Ami] Breaking the Ice (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 12:16 am (UTC)"Carlos? Oh ... that's ... wow," was about all Ami could get out because she was still trying to wrap her mind around the surprisingly intense relief she felt which mingled with amazement. (The man is *still* working fast, and I can totally get the whole incredible part. Pleasant memories; no comparison to the here and now, but definitely pleasant memories.)
Ami linked her arm through George's, leading the young woman towards the waterline. "How did it happen? You can skip the graphic details, just the fun, not so personal, how did you two 'hook up' bit. And when?"
[George] Breaking the Ice (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-18 02:18 am (UTC)"We talked a lot the other day, and then yesterday while we were drinking coffee Carlos said he wanted to talk to me alone. So when it started raining, we ducked into a shelter to talk. And--and we did," George said. "Talk, I mean. At first."
"At first," Ami said with a knowing smile.
George nodded. "Yeah, at first. But one thing led to another..."
"Uh huh..."
"And then Rose and Sue walked in on us."
"They didn't!"
"They did. We were just fooling around, though, so it wasn't totally embarrassing. After that we took off for a spot down by the river and, uh--shagged?--yeah, shagged ourselves senseless." George's grin became huge. "It was fun!"
[Ami] Breaking the Ice (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 02:38 am (UTC)"Senseless shagging was apparently the order of the day yesterday," Ami said, then blushed as she realized she'd spoken aloud. Not that it mattered, George was happily all about the sharing, but Ami still didn't feel that bold, no matter how obvious it was to the entire camp that she and Scott couldn't keep their hands off of one another.
"I'm happy for you George, and Carlos is a fine bloke, he knows how to treat a lady," Ami told her friend. She sobered and turned quite serious, "What spot down by the river? I'm only asking because it would be really awkward and embarrassing to stumble on each other there when we're ... otherwise occupied."
(Really, really awkward and embarrassing.)
[George] Breaking the Ice (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-18 03:58 am (UTC)George explained to Ami how they got to their clearing. "So if that's not your little love nest," she finished, "I call dibs!"
[Ami] Turning Serious (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 04:20 am (UTC)Ami averted her attention, suddenly feeling like she was in the midst of her first year at uni, gossiping about things she didn't know about. It wasn't like she was sharing intimate details with George, and there were certain logistics that had to be worked out. Yet, there were times when her far too purient upbringing and her mother's almost success at turning her into a proper lady came back and hit her in the head.
"I have to say, I can't believe that I'm having this conversation. I haven't had a conversation like this since uni and back then I didn't have much to offer in the way of participation," Ami turned her gaze back to George, fighting off the embarrassment that there was no reason to feel. "If worse comes to worse, we can always start tying red or white scarves to trees, I suppose."
She stopped and turned serious, not that the logistics of mapping out how and when to use the public shagging areas wasn't serious, but she didn't want to miss finishing her conversation with George. "Actually, George, there is something else I want to talk to you about. I was hoping that we could finish our conversation from the other day?
"I think you were trying to explain something to me, and," Ami gave her a shakey smile, "There are a few more things I'd like to explain to you as well."
[George] Bombshells Away! (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-18 05:22 am (UTC)On the other hand, the reason she'd decided to fess up was still out there. The Other Reaper. Her friends needed to know what they were up against. They hadn't heard from the Others again but there was no guarantee that their luck would hold.
George sighed. "I already told you some of it. I died--and now I'm...undead. I'm a Grim Reaper." With every word, George watched Ami's eyes get a little bigger. "I take the souls of people who are about to die." There--that was the biggest hurdle. The one Ami would probably have the most difficulty with.
George stopped walking and dug into her various pockets, eventually pulled out a badly creased sheet of folded paper. She unfolded it and looked at the long--long--handwritten list of names and seat assignments. "There's a reason I was on this flight, Ami. Oceanic 815."
[Scott] Another Weird One (optional tag)
Date: 2006-04-18 11:11 am (UTC)[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.
[Ami] Bombshells Away! (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 02:49 pm (UTC)But aside from her natural shielding, George felt as alive as anyone else on the beach. Her emotions were real, and right now there was fear and trepidation coming from her. What was she worried about? That Ami would run scared? Think George was right barmy? Both?
(Grim reapers collect the souls of dead.) For some reason Ami thought of the Piers Anthony novel, "On a Pale Horse," and briefly found her mind wondering if that was how it really worked, if maybe Anthony's inspiration had come from one of those art imitating life moments. And if there were truly grim reapers . . . or was there only one?
(No, George said, 'a grim reaper,' singular.)
Her attention shifted to the paper in George's hand and back to the woman's face. "Is that why you survived? So that you could collect the souls of everyone who died? What did you do with them?"
Another frightening, horrible thought occurred to her. "Is that why you're here? Are more people going to die?" Before she could stop herself from asking, the predictable next question tumbled forth, panic and fear shaking her. "Is Scott going to die? Mega – Damon?" Ami didn't so much worry about herself, but she couldn't stomach the thought of losing either of them.
[George] Bombshells Away! (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-18 03:20 pm (UTC)She waved the list. "I had a list when I got on the plane, but now?" George shrugged. "If...anything...happens to somebody, I'll take care of them. Send them on to their reward."
Ami was taking this better than George had hoped. Shocked, certainly, and curious. But not angry. She hadn't blamed George for all the deaths, the way she'd feared she might. That happened sometimes, even with the newly dead. It was hard sometimes for people to grasp the distinction; reapers didn't kill you, they were there to help you deal with death. You died--or got killed--all on your own.
[Ami] Questions (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 06:27 pm (UTC)"How do you know what their reward is? Whether they go to heaven or hell?"
Ami stopped and then asked the most important questions of all, "You said you died, so you weren't always a reaper. How did this happen to you?"
[George] Questions (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-18 07:25 pm (UTC)"The pilot, Eric--I didn't have any warning before they died."
"As for where they go, or what the afterlife is like..." George shrugged. "You know as much as I do. I can show 'em the door, but I can't follow."
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Date: 2006-04-18 07:42 pm (UTC)[Ami] More Secrets (tag George)
Date: 2006-04-18 07:57 pm (UTC)(Blimey! I am so not going to sleep well tonight,) Ami thought, hugging herself.
At George's concerned look, she gave the other woman a weak smile. "It's not you, George. It's this place. I go along with it, but every now and again, I get this brutal slap in the face from reality reminding me how orchestrated and not normal this island is."
Ami paused and tilted her head back, enjoying the sunlight on her face and trying to absorb it into her being. After a moment, she turned back to George. "All right then, my turn. I have something to tell you."
Again came a pause while she considered her words. She knew that neither Scott nor Megabyte would be happy with her revealing this to George, but it was her choice and her decision and she felt that it needed to be done.
Blowing out a breath of air, Ami said. "Remember how I showed you that I'm telekinetic?"
George nodded. "Yeah? That's kinda cool."
"Yes, well that's not all of it. I'm not actually a normal human. I guess I'm more than human. Sort of," Ami looked for the words and simply gave up, and spat it out. "I'm a telekinetic, teleporting, telepath."