Ami wasn't in a very communicative state. Her emotions, though less tumultous and jagged, were still confused and conflicted. She latched onto Scott, physically and emotionally, as the sole anchor to keep her from slipping again. He held her close and eventually she drifted to sleep.
Sleep was far from peaceful. She was haunted by dreams that taunted her and terrifying imagery.
The plane crashing and she being the sole survivor, trapped on the beach. Unable to teleport or save herself until she ripped the island apart with her mind . . .
Drowing in the ocean, over and over again. Swimming towards the light and the sound of Scott's voice but never quite making it . . .
Killing Amanda with her bare hands, ripping the girl to shreds and standing on the beach with blood dripping from her clothes and her hands . . .
"You know, you can stop that any time now."
Ami's eyes popped open. Instead of the tree-cave, she was sitting on the beach at Taiphani island, the Ship's single, tall spire rising up behind her. Swiveling her head around, she looked for and found the source of the Australian accent: Adam leaned against the trunk of a palm tree, paging through a book.
"Adam?" Ami asked incredulously. "Am I - are you -"
"No, you're dreaming." Adam put the book aside.
"I'm dreaming? Another lucid dream?"
"No, you're really dreaming. This," Adam indicated the beach and the island, "is all part of your subconscious. *I'm* part of your subconscious."
"You're my subconscious?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know why," Adam grinned. "Maybe you see me as some sort of older, wiser guiding figure. Or, maybe I'm the only person that you knew that you would listen to. Other than Scott, and right now you really don't want to bring him down with you."
Ami looked down sadly at her lap. "I almost crushed him. I almost lost him."
"Almost," Adam noted. "But you didn't. You couldn't because he loves you too much to let you go and you love him to much to leave."
Gazing wistfully around the island, Ami's voice was barely a whisper. "I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, I am. And I'm you, so what does that tell you?"
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[Ami] Talking to Herself, Part I (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-01 02:13 am (UTC)Sleep was far from peaceful. She was haunted by dreams that taunted her and terrifying imagery.
The plane crashing and she being the sole survivor, trapped on the beach. Unable to teleport or save herself until she ripped the island apart with her mind . . .
Drowing in the ocean, over and over again. Swimming towards the light and the sound of Scott's voice but never quite making it . . .
Killing Amanda with her bare hands, ripping the girl to shreds and standing on the beach with blood dripping from her clothes and her hands . . .
"You know, you can stop that any time now."
Ami's eyes popped open. Instead of the tree-cave, she was sitting on the beach at Taiphani island, the Ship's single, tall spire rising up behind her. Swiveling her head around, she looked for and found the source of the Australian accent: Adam leaned against the trunk of a palm tree, paging through a book.
"Adam?" Ami asked incredulously. "Am I - are you -"
"No, you're dreaming." Adam put the book aside.
"I'm dreaming? Another lucid dream?"
"No, you're really dreaming. This," Adam indicated the beach and the island, "is all part of your subconscious. *I'm* part of your subconscious."
"You're my subconscious?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know why," Adam grinned. "Maybe you see me as some sort of older, wiser guiding figure. Or, maybe I'm the only person that you knew that you would listen to. Other than Scott, and right now you really don't want to bring him down with you."
Ami looked down sadly at her lap. "I almost crushed him. I almost lost him."
"Almost," Adam noted. "But you didn't. You couldn't because he loves you too much to let you go and you love him to much to leave."
Gazing wistfully around the island, Ami's voice was barely a whisper. "I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, I am. And I'm you, so what does that tell you?"
"That I'm a bloody loony?"
To be continued . . .