Upon returning to her "room" – and Ami used the familiar term loosely – she discovered that she had company. A single chair sat a few meters from her bed. The man seated there looked up from the clipboard – correction, medical chart – that he'd been perusing and gave her an expectant stare as Ami's mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments.
"Ethan!" She finally hissed. "We knew you couldn't be trusted. You're behind all of it, then?"
Ethan chuckled and the sound sent chills down her spine. "You do give me too much credit, Miss Jackson. I am merely one of many who have been given this unique opportunity." With a measured calm and air of confidence that was nothing like the stuttering, shy loser whom he'd previously presented himself as, Ethan crossed his legs, a tight smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "An opportunity that you have also been given, a chance for learning and exploration. The opportunity to rediscover yourself."
"And that's why I was dragged here against my will? Given drugs and poked in the back with needles?" Ami demanded. She twisted uselessly against Fisher's tight grip on her upper arms – longing to get closer to Ethan and slap him, scratch him, do anything to the one familiar and cold face that she could put on her past two days of torment. "Is this a learning opportunity for Rose as well then?"
"Again, you give me far more credit than I'm due. I am merely an objective observer and interviewer. I convinced my colleagues --"
"You're a lying rat bastard and we should have let Ripley have you when we had the chance!" Ami coughed and spat with all the force that she could, a large glob that landed on Ethan's cheek. "I know what you did! You did something to Lucy and you killed Daisy, you and your bloody colleagues can rot in hell after what you've done –"
She didn't see the blow coming until it was too late. Her head whipped violently to the side, teeth rattling as she bit her tongue and tears sprang to her eyes. Only the restraining grip of Fisher kept her upright, and even then he'd stumbled a bit under the force of the blow. Ami tasted the copper tang of her own blood, and felt the sting that told her that her lip was likely split.
"That was not for spitting in my face, by the way. That was what was owed to you for your part in my ostrasization at the camp. The other," Ethan stepped into her personal space and pulled up the bottom hem of her shirt. Ami twisted and tried to yank it away, to no avail as the man lifted the shirt high enough to reveal her breasts as he wiped his cheek clean. "I can forgive you for considering the great amounts of duress you must find yourself under." He carefully smoothed her top back down, the brush of his fingers against her bare flesh making her want to hurl.
"The drugs were necessary for your own protection. This place is well guarded and shielded. We couldn't have you trying to pull one of your disappearing stunts and splinching yourself, now could we?"
"And Daisy?" Ami challenged. She tried hard to ignore the ache in her jaw or how much it actually hurt to talk. "And Lucy?"
"Lucy was weak and is not a matter of importance. Daisy was a useless bit of baggage and served her purpose well as an object lesson."
"She was a person! She was my friend and Rose's and –"
"Really? From what I saw you spent far too much time screwing Scott to really make any friends. And speaking of Scott, that was a rather quick courtship wasn't it? Do you think that he'll move on and forget you as quickly as he did his other lover? You do know that he has someone else back in that little backwater place that tries to call itself a town?"
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[Ami] A Old Face, Part I
Date: 2006-08-02 01:13 am (UTC)"Ethan!" She finally hissed. "We knew you couldn't be trusted. You're behind all of it, then?"
Ethan chuckled and the sound sent chills down her spine. "You do give me too much credit, Miss Jackson. I am merely one of many who have been given this unique opportunity." With a measured calm and air of confidence that was nothing like the stuttering, shy loser whom he'd previously presented himself as, Ethan crossed his legs, a tight smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "An opportunity that you have also been given, a chance for learning and exploration. The opportunity to rediscover yourself."
"And that's why I was dragged here against my will? Given drugs and poked in the back with needles?" Ami demanded. She twisted uselessly against Fisher's tight grip on her upper arms – longing to get closer to Ethan and slap him, scratch him, do anything to the one familiar and cold face that she could put on her past two days of torment. "Is this a learning opportunity for Rose as well then?"
"Again, you give me far more credit than I'm due. I am merely an objective observer and interviewer. I convinced my colleagues --"
"You're a lying rat bastard and we should have let Ripley have you when we had the chance!" Ami coughed and spat with all the force that she could, a large glob that landed on Ethan's cheek. "I know what you did! You did something to Lucy and you killed Daisy, you and your bloody colleagues can rot in hell after what you've done –"
She didn't see the blow coming until it was too late. Her head whipped violently to the side, teeth rattling as she bit her tongue and tears sprang to her eyes. Only the restraining grip of Fisher kept her upright, and even then he'd stumbled a bit under the force of the blow. Ami tasted the copper tang of her own blood, and felt the sting that told her that her lip was likely split.
"That was not for spitting in my face, by the way. That was what was owed to you for your part in my ostrasization at the camp. The other," Ethan stepped into her personal space and pulled up the bottom hem of her shirt. Ami twisted and tried to yank it away, to no avail as the man lifted the shirt high enough to reveal her breasts as he wiped his cheek clean. "I can forgive you for considering the great amounts of duress you must find yourself under." He carefully smoothed her top back down, the brush of his fingers against her bare flesh making her want to hurl.
"The drugs were necessary for your own protection. This place is well guarded and shielded. We couldn't have you trying to pull one of your disappearing stunts and splinching yourself, now could we?"
"And Daisy?" Ami challenged. She tried hard to ignore the ache in her jaw or how much it actually hurt to talk. "And Lucy?"
"Lucy was weak and is not a matter of importance. Daisy was a useless bit of baggage and served her purpose well as an object lesson."
"She was a person! She was my friend and Rose's and –"
"Really? From what I saw you spent far too much time screwing Scott to really make any friends. And speaking of Scott, that was a rather quick courtship wasn't it? Do you think that he'll move on and forget you as quickly as he did his other lover? You do know that he has someone else back in that little backwater place that tries to call itself a town?"