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?"
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[Faith] 3-2-1 Contact! (tag Jon, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-05 12:39 am (UTC)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?"