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crossing_lostrpThree days after the survivors split themselves into two camps, either staying on the beach or moving into the caves, five days following Amanda's "banishment" from the camp and six days after Lucy's suicide, Mindfuck Island, as Scott so affectionately referred to it, settled down and life returned to normal. It said a lot, Ami reflected, that the survivors had reached a point where the day-to-day routines of survival were considered to be the height of normalacy.
There was a return to the routine of foraging, and Ami frequently found herself in the company of Rose and Molly, and surprisingly Daisy as well, when they ventured from the caves to go gathering fruit. More than once they also made the trek down to the beach to share the bounty with the older Rose, Claire and Sue, gathering up additional fruit and vegetables on their way back to the caves. They also scouted out an area for a garden, fortunately finding a suitable patch of land half-way between both camps. It was a bit of a trek for older Rose and Claire, who insisted on helping out with the garden and walked there with Sun, but Molly declared it to be the best spot and no one argued with the woman who seemed to know as much about herbs and such as Daniel did about languages.
Mid-afternoon found a small gaggle of women on hands and knees, working diligently to clear the area for what would become the community garden. Just a few minutes walk off the well-worn path between the caves and the beach, it had easy access to water, optimal sunlight, but was protected by foliage and shrubs enough to prevent anyone from accidentally stomping thorugh before the garden began a proper growth.
Laughing and talking with Claire, Daisy and Rose, her arms and clothes covered in dirt and grime, Ami realized that she was more relaxed than she had been for several days. She swiped at her face with the back of her hand, earning a laugh from the other women.
"Now you've gone and done it," Rose laughed. "Your own personal mud mask."
Ami dabbed at the dirt on her face, then winced as she realized she was only making it worse. "It's all natural at least. Maybe it will fight wrinkles."
"If it does, then we'll have to market it when we get rescued," Daisy suggested. Surprisingly, she too was covered in dirt from the weeding and clearing of the land.
"Craphole Island Face Care, eh?" Claire grinned, looking up from her patch of almost clear dirt. She made a face and promptly tapped her bump. "Don't you have somewhere else to put that foot?"
"Careful, Claire," Daisy warned, "When he's a teenager, he might just have an answer for you."
Ami cast out her awareness, as she did intermittently, just to be on the safe side. Scott and Megabyte were constants and most closely located were the women gardening with her. She knew that Molly was en route, and just beyond she could sense –
Startled, Ami blinked and peered cautiously into the distant trees. While the conversation continued, she reached out a bit more, a chill climbing up her spine. They were being watched; not by the Others, this didn't have that slimy, unnatural feeling to it, but they were being watched.
Just as the realization registered, Rose cried out, hand going to the side of her throat as she toppled over, twitching.
"Rose!" Ami scampered to her friend's side in alarm and that was when she heard it. The faint whizzing sound of air pressure escaping, and the same time that Claire gave a gasp and Daisy yelped, she felt the sharp pricking of something digging its way into her upper arm.
/Scott! Mega -/ was the only thought that Ami managed before the jungle tilted sideways and her awareness of everything became muted, blurred and then just wasn't anymore. Metaphorical fingers clawed at the metaphorical wall that cut her off from her abilities while darkness closed in on all sides. The world narrowed to a tunnel and then darkness swallowed her completely.
There was a return to the routine of foraging, and Ami frequently found herself in the company of Rose and Molly, and surprisingly Daisy as well, when they ventured from the caves to go gathering fruit. More than once they also made the trek down to the beach to share the bounty with the older Rose, Claire and Sue, gathering up additional fruit and vegetables on their way back to the caves. They also scouted out an area for a garden, fortunately finding a suitable patch of land half-way between both camps. It was a bit of a trek for older Rose and Claire, who insisted on helping out with the garden and walked there with Sun, but Molly declared it to be the best spot and no one argued with the woman who seemed to know as much about herbs and such as Daniel did about languages.
Mid-afternoon found a small gaggle of women on hands and knees, working diligently to clear the area for what would become the community garden. Just a few minutes walk off the well-worn path between the caves and the beach, it had easy access to water, optimal sunlight, but was protected by foliage and shrubs enough to prevent anyone from accidentally stomping thorugh before the garden began a proper growth.
Laughing and talking with Claire, Daisy and Rose, her arms and clothes covered in dirt and grime, Ami realized that she was more relaxed than she had been for several days. She swiped at her face with the back of her hand, earning a laugh from the other women.
"Now you've gone and done it," Rose laughed. "Your own personal mud mask."
Ami dabbed at the dirt on her face, then winced as she realized she was only making it worse. "It's all natural at least. Maybe it will fight wrinkles."
"If it does, then we'll have to market it when we get rescued," Daisy suggested. Surprisingly, she too was covered in dirt from the weeding and clearing of the land.
"Craphole Island Face Care, eh?" Claire grinned, looking up from her patch of almost clear dirt. She made a face and promptly tapped her bump. "Don't you have somewhere else to put that foot?"
"Careful, Claire," Daisy warned, "When he's a teenager, he might just have an answer for you."
Ami cast out her awareness, as she did intermittently, just to be on the safe side. Scott and Megabyte were constants and most closely located were the women gardening with her. She knew that Molly was en route, and just beyond she could sense –
Startled, Ami blinked and peered cautiously into the distant trees. While the conversation continued, she reached out a bit more, a chill climbing up her spine. They were being watched; not by the Others, this didn't have that slimy, unnatural feeling to it, but they were being watched.
Just as the realization registered, Rose cried out, hand going to the side of her throat as she toppled over, twitching.
"Rose!" Ami scampered to her friend's side in alarm and that was when she heard it. The faint whizzing sound of air pressure escaping, and the same time that Claire gave a gasp and Daisy yelped, she felt the sharp pricking of something digging its way into her upper arm.
/Scott! Mega -/ was the only thought that Ami managed before the jungle tilted sideways and her awareness of everything became muted, blurred and then just wasn't anymore. Metaphorical fingers clawed at the metaphorical wall that cut her off from her abilities while darkness closed in on all sides. The world narrowed to a tunnel and then darkness swallowed her completely.
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[Doctor] We'll get them back (tag larger group, tag MARA)
Date: 2006-06-26 10:17 pm (UTC)The plants whipped at leather of his jacketbut the broken bits proved the kidnappers went this way. For another quarter mile, at least. Then Jack stopped and crouched down to examine the ground.
"What is it?" The Doctor crouched as well. He wasn't much of a tracker, never really had to be. But even he could see the well trapled path suddenly ceased.
"The stopped, and stood here." Jack pointed to the change in the tracks from striding to feet side by side. "Then nothing."
"What do you mean nothing?" Molly pushed through. The Doctor watched her close her eyes and breathe deeply and she crouched and held a open hand low, over the ground. "No magic." She almost whispered.
Jack looked up at The Doctor. "Transmat?"
"Or teleporters." He looked up to the treetops. They hadn't heard an aircraft of any sort, and the canopy was too thick to land anything, even to drop a ladder or a basket.
"Okay. So either way there has to be a range, right?" Jack stood and paced around the tracks.
"Limited to the island, at least. So they're still here." The Doctor considered the options. "They want them alive or they wouldn't have gone through all this trouble."
He used that as his own life line. Rose was alive. Otherwise they'd have killed them in the garden. But what was happening to her?
Ami was an advanced human, pleanty of reason for some immoral body to want to study her. He had his suspicions about Daisy as well. But that meant somone should head out and warn those who split off. George and Mara might be in serious danger.
There was no help for it, he was going to have to do the one thing he had avoided doing. But there just might be a way to reduce the shock for Mara...
The Doctor mentally reached out for the TARDIS, and she answered. Not in words, she never used words with him. But there was comfort and sympathy, and a dose of her own anger.
He mentally told her what he wanted to do. It used more of the energy she had so recently just built back up, delaying their escape by that bit more. But she would act as a buffer.
"Doc, what're you..."
He held up a hand to silence Jack. The Doctor went perfectly still, his own eyes closed as he reached out, through the Tardis...
(Continued in the Mara thread)