Day 9 Onward and away

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After a breakfast of pop-tarts (all the toaster would make) and coffee, the assembled guests stuffed what goods they could into packs and such. Rose produced an extra backpack that was filled with rice and pasta.

The two bags of flour were left behind because of weight. But nutrition bars were packed. As were the Oscial mender and the spare dermal regenerator.

Once outside the TARDIS, they all traverled together to the beach, where the Tranmitter team helped Faith and Mara pack. They carried a map to Camp Crash and a note writen in Ancient.

'Daniel,

This is Faith and Mara. Faith is an old aquiantance of Tara's. They will tell you their story. They have not lied in my presence, and seem genuine enough. Hope to see you in two days with good news. By the way, introduce Faith to Ripley. They seem to have a bit in common.

Doctor'

P.S. Rose said if Sawyer goes anywhere near her kit, please break his fingers.'

Faith and Mara couldn't read it, but were told the gist of it.

They parted good naturedly, and each set off in the oposite direction. One set towards realitive safety, the other towards the unknown.

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[Jon] Watching, waiting.. (tag Ash, Tara, anyone)

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Settling himself just inside the cave mouth, Jon tuned out what sounded like the Doctor's enthusiastic ramblings and watched the world outside with barely contained restlessness. He could be still and quiet for hours if need be, maybe even days, however patience had never been one of his virtues (presuming that he had any at all). Understanding the need for it was one thing, and exercising it when necessary wasn't a problem, but that didn't mean Jon had to like sitting on his ass, waiting for whatever it was the Clan of Cave Bear was planning this time. The fact that he was also waiting for a bunch of geeks to pull old wiring apart also didn't help, although the Doctor didn't seem much of a slouch and McKay had plenty of experience in thinking his way round unusual gizmos these days.

Jon looked over to Tara and Ash's positions, also somewhat concealed from the outside, then Sayid, who'd chosen to secrete himself outside and watch the cliff itself. The Iraqi shook his head slightly: nothing visible out there then, and nothing from this vantage either. Not knowing was almost as bad as waiting, and he really hated being toyed with.

Still, there were other ways to pass the time and it wasn't like the Others didn't know where they were already. Acting like they didn't give a crap might actually speed things up.

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with.. T."

"Tara," Ash responded instantly, his grin a little on the lecherous side as he shifted into what was probably meant to be a heroic, protective stance.

Jon rolled his eyes and snorted: he'd met teenagers with more tracks than this guy, though he was funny. "Bzzzzzt, wrong answer. Next!"

After much examination of their surroundings, Tara came up with a suggestion. "Trainers?"

"Huh?" Jon blinked, sharing a confused glance with Ash. "Trainers of what? Where?"

She blushed and shook her head. "Don't worry, I've been in England too long - that's what they call sneakers.. like the ones on your feet."

"Oookay.. moving on?" Too much thinking going on in that head.

Ash crossed his arms confidently this time, that jaw jutting out with victorious pride.

"Trees," the man drawled.

"Now that's more like it," Jon beamed his approval. Simplicity at it's best, and there were a hell of a lot of them - as per frickin' usual. "Your turn!"