Paul’s hand on her shoulder was startling, but not as unexpected as what came next.
He spoke to her, and she knew that he was speaking to her and her alone. /Ami, the key to getting off of the island is trusting and working with the other survivors./ He quirked a grin, adding /Most of them. You and Scott already know this. However, you believe it. Scott doesn't. He's spent too long being cautious, mistrustful, and aloof because of me. Help him learn how to trust. He'll be stubborn and willful, but will come around eventually. Remind him what I told Jenny years ago: as a species you're at your best with things are at their worst. Homo sapiens and Tomorrow People both./
It took her a moment to process all of Paul’s words, and her earlier conversation with George came back to her. George was right; the ‘bad guys’ knew all their secrets; Paul’s words were just a reiteration to what Ami knew deep down inside: the secret to getting home was pooling their resources, not hiding their secrets from one another. No matter how terrifying the revelation might be or what the repercussions might be once they were off of the island. Convincing Scott was going to take time; it was an uphill battle fighting against his paranoia, but Paul gave her hope that it could be done.
/I know,/ Ami told him, /I’ve thought of that. It’s just getting past the fear./
/You will. You already know that you have to./ Paul smiled gently again. /Now if you'd like, you may, as you and Megabyte put it, 'brain dive' and see me as I truly am./
The offer was on the table, and for one moment Ami rebelled against the idea, but then her curiosity got the best of her: this was the father of the man she loved, and she *wanted* to know who and what Paul really was.
Her sense of Paul was at once immediately calming and soothing; cool like water and sky and wind all mixed together carrying her along. There was that sense of comforting blue white light surrounding her, full of knowledge and awareness but beneath it all a childlike curiosity and innocence that managed to somehow remain untainted or changed by the flow time. Interspersed in all of it were feelings – love, hope, warmth, caring, happiness, and those two had that innocent simplicity that children had and adults lost with time. A sense of wonder that adults in their jaded perceptions of the world and their place in it could no longer fathom.
There was more, so much more, a vastness, a wealth of knowledge and experience, things Paul had learned and was still learning, but she couldn’t process it all. But it didn’t matter, what she took away from that brief contact was more than enough.
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[Ami] Sharing (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-25 02:22 am (UTC)He spoke to her, and she knew that he was speaking to her and her alone. /Ami, the key to getting off of the island is trusting and working with the other survivors./ He quirked a grin, adding /Most of them. You and Scott already know this. However, you believe it. Scott doesn't. He's spent too long being cautious, mistrustful, and aloof because of me. Help him learn how to trust. He'll be stubborn and willful, but will come around eventually. Remind him what I told Jenny years ago: as a species you're at your best with things are at their worst. Homo sapiens and Tomorrow People both./
It took her a moment to process all of Paul’s words, and her earlier conversation with George came back to her. George was right; the ‘bad guys’ knew all their secrets; Paul’s words were just a reiteration to what Ami knew deep down inside: the secret to getting home was pooling their resources, not hiding their secrets from one another. No matter how terrifying the revelation might be or what the repercussions might be once they were off of the island. Convincing Scott was going to take time; it was an uphill battle fighting against his paranoia, but Paul gave her hope that it could be done.
/I know,/ Ami told him, /I’ve thought of that. It’s just getting past the fear./
/You will. You already know that you have to./ Paul smiled gently again. /Now if you'd like, you may, as you and Megabyte put it, 'brain dive' and see me as I truly am./
The offer was on the table, and for one moment Ami rebelled against the idea, but then her curiosity got the best of her: this was the father of the man she loved, and she *wanted* to know who and what Paul really was.
Her sense of Paul was at once immediately calming and soothing; cool like water and sky and wind all mixed together carrying her along. There was that sense of comforting blue white light surrounding her, full of knowledge and awareness but beneath it all a childlike curiosity and innocence that managed to somehow remain untainted or changed by the flow time. Interspersed in all of it were feelings – love, hope, warmth, caring, happiness, and those two had that innocent simplicity that children had and adults lost with time. A sense of wonder that adults in their jaded perceptions of the world and their place in it could no longer fathom.
There was more, so much more, a vastness, a wealth of knowledge and experience, things Paul had learned and was still learning, but she couldn’t process it all. But it didn’t matter, what she took away from that brief contact was more than enough.
/Thank you,/ Ami smiled at him.
/You’re welcome,/ Paul replied.