Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

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The Doctor had converted Blaise and Daniel's communicaters. They looked a bit silly, but they worked.

The Doctor kept Blaise's, as he couldn't speak Aramaic so that simple code excluded the marine.

The Doctor saw Chris take Jack to the camp he was to help guard, and waited for the young man’s return to be sure the trip went well, then he took off in the direction Damon and Scott had marked on a crude map.

At six foot two the Doctor had long strides, and found himself cutting back just a bit, because losing his volunteers would not help the mission.

They didn’t follow a trail, except the one he broke in as they shoved through underbrush and grasses. If it weren’t for the rough map and the occasional sight of the far off whisp of smoke, getting lost would seem an easy thing.

They ate up ground at a stride that had most of them getting a stitch in their sides and a burn in their lungs long before the first ‘break’. It had been hours of walking over uneven ground, through brush and trees and pressed upon by tropical heat. The water was a godsend. The terrain would have been beautiful if they were able to pause and appreciate it.

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[Dean] Hut one, hut two. (tag open)

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The exertion was intense, but Drill Seargant's dad's training came in handy...as did Faith's swinging hips that were often quite conveniently in front of him. He was still glad when they stopped for the first break.

Sam had the bag for the moment and threw some water at him. "Catch." Dean caught it easily enough and chugged the water. /Dad always said water does no damn good in a bottle. Looks like Sam has cooled off. That's good./ Dean thought to himself along with, /Damn, good water./

Once he had caught his breath and cooled down a bit, Dean asked to no one in particular. "So, who are these 'damsels in distress' anyway? If I'm going to be involved with saving someone, I'd at least like to know their name."

[Blaise] Lat Me Sum Up..... (tag open)

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"There are four 'damsels in distress,'" Blaise said. He took a long pull on his bottled water. It was lukewarm but still tasted awfully good. The Doctor's pace was fast, though nothing he couldn't handle--but even the fittest humans sweated like a pig in a tropical environment like this.

"There's Rose Tyler, the Doctor's, uh, traveling companion. They arrived together, separate from the rest of us. Then there's Ami Jackson, a long-time friend of Damon's, and Scott's girlfriend. Daisy Adair, a friend of George's--"

"George," Dean said. "The Grim Reaper, right?"

"Yeah."

"So is Daisy one too?"

"Uh," Blaise said, "you'd have to ask her." Dean smirked.

"...and Claire Littleton," Blaise continued, pressing on. "I don't think any of us knew her before the crash. She's Australian and about nine months pregnant."

[Dean] What did you say?! (tag open)

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Dean listened to the list intensely enough. Was certainly even interested in the whole "Grim Reaper", mostly because their knowledge and experience with them definitely did not involve saving them. However, when Blaise mentioned Claire, specifically pregnant/mother-to-be Claire, Dean began to consider the situation in a whole new light. In fact, he was caught by surprise on that one enough that for a moment, all he could do was stare at Blaise.

"They've captured a mother? Why? What do they want with her?" Dean thought, /sons-a-bitches. No friggin' way. Not on my watch./

[Molly] What did you say?! (tag open)

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"Don't know. But I doubt it's anything good." Molly dropped down from the tree she had climbed to catch sight of the smoke marker.

She took a water from her bag and drank it in carefully measured amounts. "That list is why Scott's willing to drive himself to dropping by coming with and why the Doc is driving us like a man possessed. The question is why would they kidnap any of them. The fact that they kidnapped and didn't kill suggests a purpose."

[Mayday] What did you say?! (tag open)

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"Doesn't sound like a pleasant purpose to me," May said, shuddering at the thought. She could imagine some possibilities, and none of them were good. "Is it still smoking well enough to see?"

[Mayday] What did you say?! (tag open)

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OOC: Sorry, editing for simultaneous post. ;)

"What?" May exclaimed at the same time Dean did, horrified.

She'd gotten most of the lowdown from Chris the other night - he hadn't minded talking about that - but he'd skimped on some of the details. "I heard most of this last night, but nine months pregnant? What the - don't tell me they tranquilized a pregnant lady and dragged her off!"

"Hey, take it easy," Dean said, although he looked about as outraged as she did. Of course, he hadn't nearly jumped a foot.

She calmed down, but still couldn't believe her ears. "Sorry. My Mom just went through a really difficult pregnancy, and - well - let's just say I know how risky it can be towards the end."

[Blaise] What did you say?! (tag open)

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Blaise studied Dean and May, taken aback by their reactions. Sure, he'd expect any decent person to object to the kidnappings and more specifically to the kidnapping of a pregnant woman. But they both reacted very strongly, leading him to suspect a personal issue.

May confirmed his suspicion a moment later when she told the tale of her mother's difficult pregnancy. Blaise nodded.

"I think Molly summed it up pretty well. Whatever these people are up to, it can't be good. Which is why we're not going to let them keep the women a moment longer than we can manage."

[Sam] Deductive reasoning (tag Dean, open)

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"She's Australian and about nine months pregnant."

Sam's world ground to a halt from Blaise's simple statement. /They want her son./ Sam didn't know how he knew, but he was certain beyond a doubt. Nevertheless, his rational side needed more convincing. He focused his anger and outrage into whittling the bark from a short, thick branch. He didn't remember picking up the wood or the hunting knife*, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

"Doctor, is it safe to say that Rose has learned all sorts of... unusual things while traveling with you?" He glanced at the enigmatic man, who studied Sam with undisguised curiosity and amusement. /Whatever,/ Sam thought, smoothing the blond wood with the edge of the knife.

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "Traveling through time and space will do that."

Sam blinked at the Brit, astounded. Considering what he'd learned of this group of people so far, he took the man at his word. "Scott, Ami has some paranormal abilities, right?"

Scott, who'd been sitting with his back to a tree with his eyes closed, looked at him consideringly. "She does."

Sam nodded. Now that the widest part of the branch had a smooth, even surface, Sam dug the tip of the knife into it to begin the carving. "Chances are Daisy has some abilities -- grim reaper or otherwise -- too. How about Claire?"

"None that we know of," someone volunteered.

Sam carved until he'd traced a fairly even circle in the wood. "They want her son," he stated quietly. His voice was taut with anger.

* OOC: Sam summoned them to him telekinetically. Psychic boy strikes again!

[Dean] What did you say?! (tag May, open)

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Dean was a whirlwind of emotions. "Sorry. My Mom just went through a really difficult pregnancy, and - well - let's just say I know how risky it can be towards the end." Dean looked at May and saw her pain. It was clear on her face. Dean always liked May. It was an instant attraction* on an strong emotional level he rarely felt, or allowed himself to feel. But, knowing that she'd almost lost her mother.....Dean looked at May differently, now. Dean began to walk to May to show some sort of empathy without even realizing it until Sam began to speak.

*platonic in nature, now somewhat familial. All Dean's feelings are platonic about May...well, except for the fact that he does think she's sexy and loves flirting with her.

[Mayday] Getting off the angst train (tag Dean, open)

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May spaced out for a moment or two, reliving the scariest moments of those nine months: coming home to find her Mom passed out on the floor, having to literally fight her way to the hospital when she found out Mary Jane had been rushed there, and fearing the worst when she saw her father in tears in the hallway. (Turned out he'd seen the news and thought she'd been pounded into the pavement and was beating himself for not going to help.)

"They want her son."

May snapped back to reality at Sam's revelation. She shuddered at the thought. She very nearly HAD been the stolen child herself - if not for Kaine's intervention, she wouldn't have been returned to her parents. She didn't want to think about what her fate would have been. Probably a brainwashed little psychopath like Elan.

No way was she going to let someone do that to a mother and baby.

She noticed that Dean was looking at her and realized her flashback was written all over her face. "I'm okay," she assured him, quietly. "That was a few months ago, and Mom and Benji are fine."

Thirst finally kicked in, and she reached into her backpack to retrieve her water bottle. As she did so, she dislodged what looked like a small piece of paper stuck in the lining. She pulled it out, curious, and grinned when she saw the photo. "Hey, cool. I thought I lost this."

It was a rejected proof from the last time they'd gone to get a family photo, only a month ago. Benji, who'd just learned the fine art of grabbing things, had made a ninja grab for his mother's hair. So the photo showed little Ben on Mary Jane's lap, stuffing a lock of red hair in his mouth. Peter was chuckling, Mary Jane was alternating between freeing her hair from the jaws of doom and telling him to stop laughing, May was grinning and rolling her eyes. They didn't develop that proof, but she'd kept it because she said it was the most realistic.

OOC: I'll have reference pics later when I get home. The resemblance to Scott might not be that obvious; there's a beard, 15 years, and a lot more gray hair.

[Scott] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, open)

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Judging from the sun's position in the sky they'd been marching for an hour since the first break. Scott was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't tiring as quickly as he had when they'd started the trek. Whatever psionics? magic? Molly had worked had gone a long way to restoring the energy he'd used the previous day. From the way Molly's shoulders slumped, though, her efforts came at a cost. Scott hoped that she wouldn't have to push herself too far because she'd helped him.

That thought prompted more worrying about all of the dangers they could be rushing headlong into: Rousseau and her traps, the Others, wild boar, polar bears, the kidnappers themselves, and everyone's favorite, the man-eating smoke monster. (And, being Mindfuck Island, who knows what else is lurking? Ninjas? The Flying Spaghetti Monster? Pirates?)

Scott's loneliness and despair doubled. It took him a moment to realize why: the absence of Ami's amusement. In just a few weeks he'd grown accustomed to her mental presence. He enjoyed making her laugh. Now her laughter was gone.

Stabbing pain suddenly shot through his head. Scott cried out and stumbled, then was completely unaware of his surroundings. (Ami!) Her shadow in the back of his mind solidified into her. Scott embraced her with his consciousness, absently noting how muzzy and unbalanced her mind and body were. The pain he felt was hers. More importantly, Ami was alive and on the island.

Joy, love, and hope overwhelmed coherent thought. As he struggled to say something telepathically, nausea joined redoubled pain and Ami was gone.

The next thing Scott knew water splashed on his face. Sputtering, he squinted up at Jon's upside-down visage. The teenager didn't look very happy.

OOC: Scott said "Ami!" aloud as well. Also, I tagged Jon because he's marching behind Scott.

ooc: laughter

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The Flying Spaghetti Monster?

Ramen!

[Faith] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)

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Faith had no trouble keeping pace with the doctor, although she suspected that he slowed down his pace due to the lowly underdeveloped humans. Another time and another place and it would have been the height of amusing. Today it was just a reminder of how weird and out of sync this island really was.

She hadn't contributed to the parental conversation, or really to any conversation overmuch. Aside from the moments she intentionally dropped in on Dean to make certain he was watching her rear – literally and figuratively – Faith didn't feel much like interacting. She knew that just went to show precisely how keyed up and pissed off she was about the whole kidnapping thing; and how much she changed and how much she'd grown attached to these people over such a short period of time. Those girls were her friends, Claire was pregnant, so what the fuck were these kidnapping fuckers up to?

Occasionally she took to the trees, trading off the scouting duties with Ripley. So far, no Smoke Monsters, no biomechanical T-Rexes and no sign that anyone had traipsed this way dragging four drugged women. On one of her sojurns from the branches, as she hit the ground her Slayer sense went off, but not in a bad way, more in a protective guardian way and a split second too late she realized why.

With a cry of Ami's name, Scott went down.

(The fuck?)

There was just enough distance between them that half the team was far enough ahead enough that Faith had to give a loud chirping whistle. "Yo! Hold up! We got a man down."

Faith reached Scott as Jon splashed water onto the man's face. She bent over to peer at Scott, dividing her attention between he and Jon. "Hey, Scotty, you a'right? What happened?"

[Blaise] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)

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Blaise had been bringing up the rear, riding herd on stragglers and generally keeping an eye on their six. He didn't really expect an attack from behind but it never hurt to be careful. Plus, it gave him a nice view of Faith's rear from time to time when she dropped back to tease Dean. Just because he was married didn't mean he couldn't look.

Then Scott went down with Ami's name on his lips. (Swell,) was Blaise's first thought, (more psychic shit.) His second thought was perhaps Ami had managed to reach Scott--or vice versa--despite her captivity. That might be good news...once Scott was awake to relay whatever he might have learned.

Or maybe it was the first move in an ambush. Take out the psychic(s) before closing? Blaise glanced around, only then realizing that he had moved to put his back to the group and taken shelter behind the largest tree at hand to scan their backtrail and the immediate area for threats.

(Good to know the reflexes are still there,) he thought.

Blaise spared a glance over his shoulder. Jon and Faith were taking care of Scott. Blaise turned his attention back to their rear. "Anyone else down?" he called out. "Anyone see or hear anything strange?"

[Scott] Best headache ever (tag Jon, Faith, open)

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Faith appeared beside Jon. "Hey, Scotty, you a'right? What happened?"

Despite his headache Scott grinned from ear to ear. "Ami reached me." Jon and Faith helped him sit up. "She's sick from whatever drugs the bastards are giving her, but she's alive and on the island."

"What else did she say?"

Scott's smile faded somewhat. "She didn't say anything. There wasn't enough time. That's all I picked up." It wasn't much, but it renewed his determination. Once Ami and the other women were safe, the fuckers who were behind this were going to pay.

OOC: Scott's able to get up and moving again. I stopped here to give sophiedb a chance to post.

[Dean/Sam] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag open)

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Dean and Sam were walking along when they heard Faith whistle. "...We got a man down." Dean and Sam both went into immediate defensive mode. Dropping everything but the weapons bag. Carrying the lighter load at the moment, Sam took the first move and went forward a bit and scanned. Dean waited for Sam's go ahead. They worked in unison very quickly until they were comfortable the area was secure, realizing the Blaise was doing the same farther down the trail, and leaving that area to him.

Seeing nothing, Sam approached the others and listened to Scott's explanation. Dean waited on guard, just in case.

[Mayday] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag open)

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OOC: Quickie since the rest of the group is still passed out on my couch. If anyone gets this before 11:30 EST (GMT +4?) and wants something to head our way, let me know or NPC Mayday. She'll either see or feel it coming and sound the alarm. Reposted because I hit submit by accident when Deb walked in.

May had opted to take the high road this time, and was in mid-air between branches when she heard Faith's cry. She immediately twisted, turned, and instead of landing on the branch, grabbed it with both hands, flipped herself up and over, and bounded back the way she'd come at top speed.

Even so, by the time she was back there, Faith and Jon were already helping Scott stand, and the man was grinning from ear to ear. "Ami reached me," he said, and May visibly relaxed a bit.

Since Scott obviously had enough help, she stayed aloft, moving towards the back of the train since Dean was watching the front. Even if it was good news, Murphy's Law inevitably dictated that if something bad was going to happen, it would choose a time like now.

"I don't see anything right NOW..." she replied to Blaise, peering out through the trees and stretching out her senses as best she could.

[Chris] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)

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Chris shook his head at Blaise's query. He'd been in the middle of the group, studiously avoiding Faith and paying more attention to Scott. He knew that he might have to Orb the man back to safety, but he hoped it was later than this.

As Scott recovered, Chris released the breath that he'd unconsciously held. He wasn't needed yet. He hoped not to be, not in a case like this. And he had a bad feeling he'd be needed.

[Scott, Sam] Forward march (open tag)

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Realizing that everyone was on high alert because he'd blacked out, Scott started feeling sheepish. "I'm okay," he told everyone in earshot. Jon raised a skeptical eyebrow. "As okay as before. Ami contacting me hurt like hell, but it's over with. Let's go."

The group pressed onwards after returning to their previous positions, except for Sam. The tall young man who was armed to the teeth shouted ahead to his brother and fell into step beside Scott. He glanced up at Sam, who stood three inches taller than him. "I'm all right, really."

"I know," Sam said quietly. "That's not--" He frowned, clearly uncomfortable about something. "So, you're psychic."

Despite all of the weirdness on the island, Sam's simple statement still put Scott on the defensive. He tried not to show it. "Yeah."

Sam glanced around, holding the crossbow ready as he continued. "Does it always hurt?" Scott frowned, confused. "When Ami contacts you."

Scott blinked, surprised that Sam would come to that conclusion. "No, not at all. It hurt because Ami's in pain--" the thought made Scott clench his fists "-- and from whatever's keeping her there, I guess." Sam nodded, studying Scott briefly. He didn't appreciate the attention.

Sam spoke before Scott had a chance to change the subject or otherwise distract the kid. "I need to talk to you later." Scott had to strain to catch his words. "I'm psychic... or cursed... or something."

(Cursed?) Scott lowered his shields long enough to sense Sam's emotions. The young man was uneasy, resigned, and a little scared. Scott identified all too well. He nodded. "Sure. When we stop for the night."

"Thanks," Sam smiled self-consciously. "Later." He jogged ahead and joined his brother. Scott watched his retreating back, wondering what Sam's particular brand of weirdness was.

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crap, apologies for lateness! have been offline all day..

[Doctor] Stepping your foot in it (open)

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The pace had slowed only a bit more, to account for human endurance limits, which apparently didn't apply to Faith, or May to a degree.

A few more hours and they'd stop, stretch muscles, eat and get some sleep. He wasn't stopping until full dark descended.

But there was a danger to speed and breaking a new trail. He was reminded of it all too quickly as he tripped over when he thought was a low root. He went with a shoulder roll so as not to land on his face, when he heard the crashing of something heavy through the trees.

"TRAP." Was all he could call outas he rolled to lay flat on his back as a log bearing many sharpened wooden steaks swung down and barely skimmed over him.

He rolled clear and heard another creak , watching a bamboo wall of vegetation and spikes coming from what had been the front of the line. It was heading right for Jon and Sam.

Time slowed. Literally. Otherwise the two kids were sure to be dead. Outside the limited field of slowed time the Doctor managed to get to his feet and run, tackling both men to the ground just clear of the wall of spikes. Time resumed its normal pace.

Now the Doctor was tired as well. Manipulating time on that level was much more taxing than that little leaf demonstration weeks ago. He managed to get up and brush himself off as the boys got themselves together.

The original spiked log swung back, harmless as no one was in its path anymore. Until it, also hit a tree with an explosive crack, sending sharpened wooden protrusions flying.

“Look out!” The Doctor heard a female voice, Molly, May or Faith he wasn’t certain. But then something slammed into his shoulder. He felt like he’d been kicked by a sorka beast.

He looked down to see a wooden spike protruding from his shoulder. His first thought was… he had a hole in his leather jacket. His second thought was… oh fuck. The pain hit.

[Mayday] Stepping your foot in it (open)

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The only warning May got was a sudden flare-up just as the Doctor tripped, and the crashing sound confirmed the direction of the danger.

She was already moving as the Doctor hollered, "TRAP." From the back of the line, she couldn't see Jon and Sam, but she could see the monstrosity of spikes swinging towards the group. She lunged forward, pulling down the person in front of her - Scott? Dean? She wasn't paying so much attention as to who it was as to whether or not they were in the line of the swinging spiked log - just in time as it sailed over their heads. As it passed over them, she jumped up again, hoping to stop the thing before it swung back, maybe grab the vine or rope or cable it was attached to.

But she was too late to stop it from hitting the tree, and was forced to go higher, barely dodging the huge splinters that flew past her. She corrected her flight, grabbing for the cable with one hand (fortunately, it had no spikes) and shooting out a webline with another hand to the nearest tree. Just as she felt the line pull taut, she turned in time to see an incredibly large spike headed for the Doctor. But holding back the log as she was, she couldn't leap to his aid. "Look out!" she shrieked instead, a second before the spike pierced his shoulder.

OOC: Bah. Thunderstorms. More later, I hope.

[Scott] Stepping your foot in it (tag Doctor, open)

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One minute they were tromping through the jungle, and the next was filled with shouts, crashes, and splintering wood. Before Scott could react Jon had pushed him to the ground. When he looked up from his position sprawled on the ground time slowed to a crawl. Bamboo spikes hurtled -- slowly -- toward Jon and Sam, who'd assumed defensive stances. Before the sharpened poles could reach them, the Doctor barreled into them. Scott stared, gaping from the time dilation, which ended when the Doctor hit the ground, and the traps that would have impaled him if not for Jon's quick thinking.

As Scott sat up and looked around to see who was hurt, a splintering crash resounded from somewhere behind him. A few bits of wood hit his back, but fell to the ground harmlessly -- unlike the wooden spike jutting from the Doctor's shoulder. The Time Lord frowned at the shrapnel with annoyance before falling to his knees.

"Doctor!" Scott sprinted to the taller man's side, automatically pulling his sphere from his pocket. Although the Doctor's face was taut with pain, he remained conscious. Scott knelt beside him, touching his shoulder to see how much damage had been done before removing the stake. The information conveyed by the touch was a blatant reminder of the Doctor's alien physiology. "I-- I don't know if I can heal you. Do you want me to try? I might make things worse."

[Doctor] Stepping your foot in it (tag Scott, open)

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The Doctor gritted his teeth. On his knees was such an undignified position, why did he seem to end up there so often? And the big stick skewering his shoulder hurt like hell, as well.

"Don't want you wearing yourself out." He managed to grind out between his teeth. "But if someone can get this out, I'd appriciate any help getting debris out. I can spend the night in a healing trance, with the regenerator working...It'll be passible."

His face was a mask of pain for a moment, and he took some deep threaths before something akin to caalm was restored. If you didn't notice the lines of tension and strain around his eyes and mouth.

"Had worse actually. Ever fall from a radio tower? Don't recommend it." Okay, humor was flat. Pain was sharp. He could feel the first real sweat of the day break out brought on by the pain and the system shock.

"Gonna need someone with a good bit of muscle to pull this free." He was already shrugging his other arm from his jacket, causing burning agony to ripple over the wound like a wave.

"I think this is a lovely place to stop for the night. Anyone able to do a careful sweep for more suprises?" He looked over the rest of the group. Luckily it seemed he was the only one wounded. Well, he had been the one to step in it.

[Scott] Stepping your foot in it (tag Doctor, open)

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"I think this is a lovely place to stop for the night," the Doctor said far too casually for someone with a large chunk of tree sticking out of his shoulder. "Anyone able to do a careful sweep for more suprises?"

"On it," Dean replied. He flashed a smile at May, who was perched on an overhead branch like a trapeze artist. "Owe ya one. Payment methods are negotiable." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's over-the-top flirtation. After exchanging a glance the brothers began a perimeter sweep. Sam took the left side; Dean the right.

In the meantime Scott had been studying the Doctor's injury and the splinter itself. Fortunately the splinter tapered to a point on both ends, so it could be pulled out in the direction it had been traveling. "I can remove it," Scott assured the Doctor. "It'll hurt like hell, so sit down."

As the Doctor did so, Scott grabbed a bottle of water from his pack. The Time Lord eyed it skeptically. "Don't wash the wound with that. There're microbes--"

"--that are dead," Scott interrupted. "Took care of that earlier." The alien looked impressed for an instant, then faced forward and closed his eyes. Scott connected with his sphere, leaving it enclosed in his fist. "Ready?" The Doctor nodded.

Scott concentrated on the wood shard. After telekinetically pressing ragged splinters against the bulk of the shrapnel, Scott yanked it out in a quick, smooth motion. The Doctor gritted his teeth, but didn't cry out as fresh blood flowed from the wound. The projectile hovered in midair for a moment before falling to the ground.

Although the triage was compelete, Scott's sphere continued to hum in his hand. He focused on the capillaries and veins severed by the oversized splinter. Scott absently noticed the Doctor's manic grin. "Well done, Scott. My healing trance will take care of the rest."

"Hold still," Scott said distractedly. "Your blood is similar enough to human blood. I'll stop the bleeding. Get it to clot." A few more moments of concentration did the trick. "Okay." The sphere's hum faded away as Scott returned it to his pocket. He unscrewed the cap to the water bottle as the Doctor shrugged off his bloodied jacket and shirt.