crossing_lostrp | Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

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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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."

"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 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./

"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."

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."

"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?"

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."

"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!

"That's a fair bet," Jon agreed, dismissing the random telekinesis with a dazed shake of the head. Where was the island was finding these people? He was starting to feel fucking normal in comparison!

"You heard about the Others' attack on the the beach camp a couple of weeks ago, right? We don't think this was the same group, but there was a list of names found afterward. It's either gotten shorter or they're biding their time, but generally speaking they've got a taste for young women, kids and people with mysterious talents." He cast a look up and down the group, then rolled his eyes. "Oh look, a walking bait train."

Dean was trying to gain control of his emotions. They ran so deep and strong, and control was never his strong point. Action was. Knowing May almost lost her mother, and that there was a newborn who might not even get a chance to know his...

He watched and listened to Sam. He watched as Sam carved until he'd traced a fairly even circle in the wood. "They want her son," Sam stated quietly.

That did it for Dean. His emotions overwhelmed him, as he locked eyes with Sam. Nothing about his inner turmoil was apparent except for his hands clenched in fists of barely controlled rage. Knuckles white.

"Ain't. Gonna. Happen." The words came out staccato and forced. "Ever." Came out a second later. Dean had found his target. That was all he needed.

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.

Where was the island was finding these people? He was starting to feel fucking normal in comparison! ... "Oh look, a walking bait train."

ROTFL!

*Laughter*

Is this target something that the rest would see, like.. Dean hitting something/one? Or a mental grr-focus until they get to the girls?

Oops, sorry. with this group of characters I definitely need to clarify that. hahaha.

It's a mental grr-focus thing.

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 had snapped his mental shields in place after Blaise mentioned that Claire was very, very pregnant. It was instinct after the red-hot flare of outrage and indignation from the three newcomers. The news clearly affected them on an emotional level. Although he wished that they hadn't suffered through something similar, it motivated them even further. Considering they were woefully ignorant about the kidnappers, the group needed all of the motivation they could get.

After the emotional storm subsided, Scott closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree. The others were right; he wasn't up to this, but he didn't have a choice. He and Damon were the only ones who could locate the women. That, and every minute that Ami, Rose, Daisy, and Claire were held captive was a minute too long.

(Ami.)

Scott almost connected with his sphere to try to reach her. He didn't because he needed to conserve his energy to maintain the Doctor's pace. He'd already used some to partially heal tired muscles that were ready to cramp. If someone was seriously injured, he wouldn't be able to keep going after healing them.

To distract himself from his worries, Scott concentrated on the shadow of his awareness of Ami. Without expending any extra energy he directed love and reassurance to her. The shadow drank it in. /Hold on, love. I'm coming./

There was no reply.

Sam held his brother's gaze and nodded. They'd see to it that no harm came to Claire and her unborn son. Children needed their mother. They of all people should know.

After giving May a sympathetic look, Sam returned his attention to his carving. The Key of Solomon (http://supernatural.tv/gallery2/devilstrap/wmplayer%202006-05-05%2019-58-28-28.jpg) was intricate, and he wasn't a sculptor. If he could manage a decent rendition he'd whittle it into an amulet for Claire's son. Sam prayed the kid wouldn't need it.

It was time to move. Dean felt in control again, and break was over. He looked at Sam and watched him work the wood. He wasn't exactly sure what he was carving (it was too early to tell), but had a suspicion. "I'll carry the bag for awhile." Dean said as he picked up the bag, and most of the other stuff Sam was carrying.

He turned to May with a smile. "Let me see that mug shot. Oh, my GOD! I just see them white picket fences springing up everywhere! LOL...wow, your mom's sexy!" Dean said with a grin as he so obviously tried to bait May.

OOC: Reference pic (of Pete and MJ) is here. (http://weirdweb.net/lj-icons/peter-mj.jpg) Short response due to laundry needs. And wait, Dean said "LOL?" ;)

May just rolled her eyes at the obvious baiting and took a quick sip of water, knowing better than to gulp it down. "Uh-huh. Dream on, you're not her type." She smiled at him, the teasing evident.

As the Doctor indicated that they should start up again, Jon nudged Scott carefully. He was walking directly behind the guy for a reason and true to form the words "I'm fine" didn't equate with "I'm capable of a route march," but determination went a long way. Hopefully far enough.

"Hey, kid - time to get moving again."

He watched, then waved as Scott came out of his meditative stillness. The blink against sunlight was noticeable and deserved a grin, but the tiredness around those eyes was unmistakable. Hopefully the nap had done him some good though - it had certainly been deep enough for Jon to "borrow" a couple of bottles of water from his bag in any case. What was a little weight between random acquaintances who happened to be in the same plane crash, after all.

Jon handed him the bag with a slight smirk, then pointed towards the smoke. "Onwards and upwards."

The break was twenty minutes. Not a second more before the Doctor handed his water bottle back to Molly, who had offered him one with dire warnings of heat, pace and stubborn aliens in leather. He had barely broken a sweat thus far, but he took the water anyway.

Any longer and human muscles would start to cramp without stretching them as they rested.

"Yeah, the smoke is kinda light, but visable against the blue sky. I'm not going to ask how you set that to burn, Scott. But you made a good job of it." Molly answered May's question as she took the water from the Doctor.

"Breaks over. We're still heading north and east. I want to be well over the half way point before stopping for the night." The Doctor checked the radio first and made the hourly radio check. If Daniel's group were ready they'd let him know and wait until this group got into place. He hoped. A two front attack would devide enemy rescorces.

"Twas brillig and the slithy troves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe. Ten." He skipped the Aramaic for hourly checks, so there was less chance of the kidnappers figuring it out. He and Daniel announced the closest hour as well, so time shifts would be noted.

"And backwards and inside out." Molly clapped Scott's shoulder encouragingly.

In doing so she tried to do with Scott what she had done with Tara. With Tara, it had been the magic that was part of Molly that she used to push energy into the magicly depleated witch. But Scott wasn't exhausted by magic. So she had no real idea if it would work.

Molly pushed some of her own energy twords Scott, tried to feed it to him.

Having very little in the way of magical talent, but a powerful magic nature had found Molly lending energy to mages and spellcasters before. It was something she could do besides feel useless.

But it required physical contact.

(OOC: if you want Scott to recieve the energy boost or not is up to you. If he does Molly will be a bit more tired, not enough to lag behind, though. And the energy will feel tingly, fresh and rejuvenating. He'll also smell wildflowers, though noone else will)

They began walking in line. "Hey, how do you know? Just because I'm not grey-haired, geeky, and....." Dean decided to shut up when May looked back at him. But he shifted the new weight and continued grinning.

"That's right, Dean, save your energy for when it counts." Dean heard Dad's voice in his head. /Don't worry dad. Don't worry./*

*ooc: No, Dean's not schizophrenic, just the normal voices we all have in our head...wait...oh, nevermind. :) By the way, LOL was just me being lazy.

OOC: Thanks! Scott needs all the help he can get. :)

Scott was still trying to figure out why Jon had called him "kid" when Molly laid one hand on his shoulder. What he felt made him freeze in place.

A pulse of energy surged from Molly's heart, down her arm, and into him. It felt like a rushing mountain stream, cool and refreshing. Scott could practically hear the water gurgling and swirling, and smell the wildflowers in bloom.

(Wait. I *do* smell wildflowers. Honeysuckle.)

"Kid. You need a hand up?"

Scott blinked at Jon's question. "Uh, no. I'm good." He got to his feet and shouldered his pack, which felt considerably lighter. He felt as if he'd gotten another good night's sleep. "Do you smell honeysuckle?"

Jon gave him a skeptical frown. "Just jungle, jungle, and more jungle. Let's get a move on." He motioned toward the Doctor, who was already pressing on.

Scott nodded and followed after the Doctor, passing Molly on the way. Mischief and delight twinkled in her eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly. He was dying to know what she'd done, but now wasn't the time to ask.

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Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Sam] Deductive reasoning (tag Dean, open)

[Jon] Deductive reasoning (tag open)

[Dean] Deductive reasoning (tag Sam, open)

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

OOC giggles

Re: OOC giggles

OOC

Re: OOC

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

[Scott] Getting off the angst train (open tag)

[Sam] A precaution (open tag)

[Dean] A precaution (open tag)

[Mayday] A precaution (open tag)

[Jon] Getting back on track (open tag)

Re: [Scott] Getting off the angst train (open tag)

Re: [Jon] Getting back on track (open tag)

[Dean] A precaution (open tag)

[Scott] Getting back on track (tag Molly, Jon, open)