crossing_lostrp | 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 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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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)

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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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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.