[Ami] Half-Light

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

Five, maybe six days into her captivity, she'd lost count at the beginning and couldn't be certain, Ami's life fell into a routine: breakfast, shower, "interview" with Ethan, lunch and then an indeterminate stretch where she might be left to her devices, subjected to more blood tests and injections, or drilled and questioned by a clinically cold Asian woman. While Ethan psychoanalyzed her, always under the pretense of making her life "here more comfortable" – and Ami never for one moment doubted that it was pretense – the woman bombarded her with questions regarding her abilities and how far she could stretch them. Unlike Ethan, Dr. Sakai – Ami tricked the dinner nurse, Steph, into revealing the name of the woman on the fourth evening – did not hold the captivity of Ami's friends over her head as a threat, though she did reveal and hint at far deeper and greater knowledge than she should have had regarding Ami and Megabyte, the Tomorrow People in general, Scott, Walt, River and Mara than the woman should have been privy to.

Sakai's questions were concise and direct without subterfuge. When they were not, they were simply confusing and frustrating and often embarrassing.

"Did either of your parents have paranormal abilities?"

"No," Ami repeated the same answer that she'd given the day before and the day before that. "I've told you this before. No, my parents were both perfectly normal."

"Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins?"

"No already! Am I even speaking English?"

"No brothers or sisters?"

Ami folded her arms beneath her breasts and glared at the woman from the pseudo-safety of her bed. She'd long grown tired of answering the same questions over and over again.

Dr. Sakai returned her stare for a long moment. Finally, heaving a sigh, she flipped to another page in her clipboard. "Are you fertile? Have you ever monitored or measured your fertility?"

*That* was new. Ami actually felt herself frown before she could stop it. "I don't know. No. Why would I?"

"Is your partner fertile?"

"What's that got to do with anything? You're holding me here to find out what Scott's sperm count is? Rather have that arse over tit, don't you, then?" Ami learned early on that trying not to name names or identify her fellow survivors and castaways served no practical purpose. Sakai knew the people, and pretending only made the questioning sessions drag onward.

"How often would you say that you and Mr. Hayden engaged in sexual intercourse on a daily basis?"

The question angered her, mortified her and saddened her all at once. It was none of this woman's business, this woman – this pseudo-doctor who held her captive against her will and was keeping her *away* from Scott, didn't have the right to ask such things or to expect an answer. The asking itself reminded her of the ache and emptiness she felt, of the hollow just beyond her senses where Scott should have been, but couldn't be felt.

"None of your bloody business."

"Did you have intercourse the morning before you were brought here?"

"I'm not going to answer that!"

She didn't answer, and those questions were never asked again.

Comments

[Ami] Human Connection

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

Day Four, Ami realized that she could sense things again - hazy and vaguely, but her psychic senses were there; by evening, the emotions of those she interacted with came through almost as strongly as she remembered. That didn't help any with her dealings with her captors; knowing their emotional state only made her that much more desperate and worried. Fisher and Jacob, despite his Good Cop demeanor, were hungry, randy wolves waiting for a chance to strike. Sakai was a cold and detatched as she appeared, and Ethan remained an unreadable slate that sent all of her self-preservation instincts into overdrive.

The only reprieve was Mystery Girl, whom while being an odd bundle of her own emotional contradictions, brought a sense of normalcy to being held prisoner. Mystery Girl, or MG as Ami referred to her initially in her head, brought lunch or dinner, a deck of cards, checker board or fashion magazine -- several years outdated -- and talked of boring, innocent things. The suspcious part of Ami didn't trust the girl, thought that she was too good to be true and possibily planted by Ethan and/or Sakai to put Ami at ease and pry her secrets from her. The other part of her clung to the hope that the girl was as true to the first words and promise she delivered in the lavatory, and was grateful for the facade of friendship and human connection.

MG reminded her of River, and it took a few interactions for Ami to realize why. MG spoke in metaphorical code and imagery in much the same way that River did. Unfortunately, recognizing and translating her "language" were two different things.

"What's your name?" Ami asked, looking up from her cards.

"Doesn't matter," MG shrugged.

"It does to me. It doesn't feel right calling you 'Hey Girl,' and it doesn't sound right, does it?"

MG looked up from her hand thoughtfully. She gave a curt nod. "Colleen."

"Your name is Colleen?"

"No," MG shook her head. "Colleen is Anglicized of Cailin, the Irish word for girl. Colleen sounds better than 'Hey Girl.' "

"But Colleen isn't your name."

"And yours isn't Subject C, but that's what *she* calls you." MG, now renamed Colleen, looked down at her cards and up again, "Do you have any fours?"

[Ami] Sessions

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

Games of "Go Fish" and "Rummy" with "Colleen" panned out better than her sessions with Ethan. Those were rife with frequent reminders of how Daisy's death had been a useful object lesson and how eventually Rose's usefulness would run out as well and that only Ami's cooperation would keep her friend alive. Ethan never mentioned Claire, and he never told Ami *how* she was supposed to cooperate.

"What about Claire?" Ami demanded at one of their morning briefings.

"What about Claire?" Ethan's smugness made her want to slap him.

"You never mention her. It's always Rose or Daisy -- " Ami paused, swallowed the lump of sadness, anger and frustration that rose each time she thought about what a waste it was to kill Daisy that way; what a horrible sadistic loss. "I know she's here, but you never hold her over my head."

"You needn't concern yourself with Miss Littleton."

"Why not? You're not going to remind me of how pregnant she is, or how much you wankers can hurt her?"

"I said that you needn't concern yourself with Miss Littleton. Like you, she still has her usefulness to our project. It's Miss Tyler that you should be worried about."

Ethan chose his words carefully. It wasn't the first time that Ami noticed such a thing. The idea that Claire was 'still useful' stood out and Ami rolled it around in her head, trying to puzzle out why Claire could be useful when Rose wasn't. Rose traveled through time, to other worlds in the company of a powerfully telepathic alien whereas Claire was a sweet, pregnant unwed mother from --

It clicked. Claire was pregnant.

Ami shuddered. "You don't care about Claire. You care about her baby!" Ami accused. "What's going to happen to her when she delivers?"

"Well, when that happens, it will be time for you to concern yourself with Miss Littleton." Ethan took a drink from the cup of water he placed on the serving tray beside his chair. "Of course, if you truly want to try the limits of our kindness, I should remind you that as far as my colleagues are concerned, a human incubator at this point of gestation is not a requirement, merely a convenience."

"You bleeding bastard."

"That's hardly fair. You asked about Claire and I answered. If you don't wish to hear the answers, don't ask the questions." Sitting back, Ethan crossed his legs and opened his notebook. "Tell me about growing up in London, about living with these abilities of yours."

"It was fun. I got to break curfew and see the world." It was passive resistance, but it was all that she had at the moment.

"And what's it like being involved in a relationship with a half-breed human?"

Ami didn't rise to his bait. She'd learned her lesson on day four. She'd lunged at Ethan, not knowing what she intended, but needing to try something. The subsequent backhand landed her on the floor with another split lip; he'd hauled to her feet by her hair and the grip of his hand around her throat left bruises. Later, she healed it all again, noting the irony that it took a dire situation to give her practice at using her new talent.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ami remarked.

"Miss Jackson, a talented liar you are not."

"I don't want to talk to you about my relationships."

"Of course you don't." That was all Ethan said before he left, allowing the door to swing ominously closed behind him.

[Ami] Awakening, Part I

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

(Now I understand why incarcerated prisoners need distractions,) was Ami's first thought upon awakening on what she thought was day six of captivity. That made it twenty-four days, or three weeks and three days, four days short of an official month since Oceanic 815 crashed onto the island. Counting was another way of keeping sane.

Jacob walked alarmingly close to her on her route to the shower that morning, and for a few suspended heartbeats Ami desperately feared that he would follow her into the shower. Fortunately - and there was a word Ami thought she would never use under these circumstances or with these people - Ethan arrived, reassigning Steph and a guard who was not Fisher to guard Ami's showertime.

The annoyance she felt from Jacob and Fisher at being summarily dismissed and the fortuitous arrival of Ethan did not sit well with her. Still, she ventured into the shower, glad that Steph was willing to remain outside, and set about following her usual routine.

That was when Ami got her second surprise - the first being the Changing of the Guard - of the morning. She summoned her soap to her hand telekinetically. Ami was in mid-wash when she realized exactly what she had done and the resounding joyous laughter escaped before she could stop it. The sound echoed off of the bathroom walls, bringing Steph and the guard running to see if something had happened. Ami played it off, claiming that she was simply overtired and letting her imagination run off with her.

Left alone to her own devices again, Ami tested the limits of her returned skill; or rather the ability she now had access to again. Soap, shampoo, towel, brush, all of it floated to her hand or away from her as she willed it. The handles on the faucet turned on and off and the toilet flushed. It was only the knowledge that she was still a prisoner, and that her awareness of Scott and Megabyte was so faint, far, weak and faded that stopped her from floating on air and grinning with delight.

She was telekinetic and empathic again, but she was still a cripple.

(But it's coming back. It's all coming back. I just need to hang on a little longer. Eventually . . . ) Eventually, she might acclimate fully to their drugs, of which she no longer received intravenously but via an injection in the morning, or perhaps evening, when she received her other injections. Then what? She could teleport away, but would she be able to get back?

No, she'd have to hide her recovery from them, making her regret her display in the lavatory. Just because she hadn't seen any cameras in there, didn't mean that there weren't cameras in there. She'd ahve to wait until she was full strength, because she'd have to escape with Rose and Claire at the same time. Then, even if they weren't on the island, they would be reunited with their friends and loved ones (Scott) because they could tell the rescuerers about the island.

(Patience,) Ami whispered to herself.

Now, it was only a matter of patience, waiting, and biding her time.

[NPC Alex] Covering

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

The shampoo bottles were floating. On the little black and white monitor of the camera hidden behind the mirror in the bathroom, the shampoo and conditioner bottles were floating.

The guard was doing a crossword puzzle.

She stepped in front of that monitor, sitting on the console to block his view. "What are you doing?"

The guard, Alex thought his name was Michael, but she didn't know for certain.

"Crossword puzzle," he answered dismissively.

"I like puzzles." She leaned over, reading the puzzle upside down until he jerked it away.

He was annoyed. Alex felt it. Alex saw it in the way he raised his head to glare at her. "Don't you have something else to do, kid? I don't know why they expect me to babysit you, anyway."

"Maybe I'm babysitting you."

"Where's Dr. Gevalia*? Shouldn't you be with her?"

"You don't like me?"

"I don't want you bothering me. I've got work to do." A final glare and he went back to his puzzle.

Alex glanced back at the monitor. No more floating bottles. She slid off the desktop and gathered up her oversized art book, this one filled with pictures of exotic and tropical birds. "Seven down is cypher."

She left with her book under her arm.

[OOC: *Dr. Gevalia = Maureen. She finally has a name.]

[Ami] Clipped Wings

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

"Colleen" arrived after lunch with a wooden case and a large coffee table book under her arm. Ami still didn't know what to make of the girl. Part of her thought that "Colleen" was a prisoner here in this "hospital" as much as she was, but given more leniency due to her flighty ways; another school of thought returned to make her cautious and regard "Colleen" as a plant, a diversion and an effort to win Ami's trust.

Today's diversion involved several games of backgammon. "Colleen" won three out of five, and promised Ami a rematch the next day. In between games four and five, they rested their minds and "Colleen" proudly and excitedly whipped open the coffee table book. It turned out to be a book of photography, filled with beautiful pictures of colorful tropical and exotic birds.

"Do you like birds?" The girl asked as she spread the book open between the two of them. "What I like most about birds is not their feathers or their beautiful colors, but how free they are. They can circle the world if they wished. Sometimes I'd like to be a bird."

"Are you not free, Colleen?"

"None of us are ever really free, even when we think we're soaring," "Colleen" answered simply. She traced a picture of a brightly colored parrot, "The only way to keep a bird from flying is to clip its wings. They'll keep trying to fly but they never get into the air.

"But we're not like that," the girl's eyes became far away, and though she stared at the book, Ami got the feeling that she wasn't seeing it at all. "Tell us we can't fly, and we'll believe it. We just stop trying, too."

"Colleen" was quiet for a moment before lifting her head. The sadness vanished in an instant and she smiled brightly, "Ready for the tie-breaker?"

[Ami] Awakening, Part II

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

The thing about a routine was that it became … routine. After dinner on day six, Ami was again left to her own devices with the exception of the bird book left by "Colleen." Eventually however, looking at pictures of birds, no matter how beautiful the birds or perfect the pictures, also became boring and Ami put the book aside. With nothing else to do, she padded to the light switch, switched off the light – which effectively only dimmed it enough for sleep – and returned to her bed.

Ami didn't remember falling asleep. She knew that she had fallen asleep when she was jarred awake by a voice in her head. After days of silence, and the reprieve of empathy, the sudden ability to hear thoughts shook her awake. Clawing her way up from the shadows of sleep, Ami cast out and tried to focus on the voice and the rapidly fading words. The voice she knew belonged to "Colleen" . . . (No, not Colleen. Alex. Her name is Alex.) . . . and the words were not just random, overheard thoughts.

They were directed at Ami. They were meant for Ami.

And somehow Co – Alex knew that Ami would hear them.

Your wings aren't clipped.

/Alex? Can you hear me? What do you mean?/ Ami sat up in bed, staring into the dimness of her room but not seeing it. Instead she was stretching herself, trying to pinpoint Alex's mind from the others that dominated the place.

Her only answer was silence.

It was too much to hope for, and Ami knew it. Just because the girl knew that Ami was telepathic, it didn't mean that Alex was telepathic.

She flopped back against the pillow, her attention shifting to the ceiling. Four simple little words, but what did they mean?

(Your wings aren't clipped. But I'm not free, I'm a prisoner here, too. I can't go anywhere, I can't -)

Ami sat back up suddenly as it clicked into place. Her attention darted back and forth between the two survelliance cameras. Placed at opposite corners and so that no part of the room was left uncanvassed, there was no way Ami could test her sudden insight and theory without being caught on camera.

Unless . . .

Projecting a calm and tiredness that she no longer felt, Ami lie back down and rolled over onto her side. Feigning trying to go back to sleep worked well for this because she needed her eyes closed to focus on the camera nearest the bed. She wasn't skilled telekinetically, at least not at the level of what she would be attempting, and it took a good while for Ami to get a sense of and a feel for the camera. Without touching it she couldn't *see* inside of it, but she could *feel* the wires, cables and cords that fed the video back into the wall.

Slowly tugging on the wiring until it came free took time and by the time she was done, a thin sheen of perspiration covered her and her head was beginning to throb. As much as she wanted to rest, there was no time. It would likely only be a matter of moments before someone realized the camera had no video and if she was absent from view, they'd come to check her room. Ami spared a few minutes to center herself, then slipped out of bed. She pretended to head for the light switch, but instead ducked into the area only canvassed by the now out of commission camera.

Ami desperately hoped that if Col – Alex knew enough to give her the hint, that she knew enough to give Ami just a few minutes to test her theory.

Closing her eyes, Ami focused.

And teleported away from the room.

[Ami] Unclipped, Part I

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

Rich, earthy, leafy smells, gass tickling beneath her bare feet, the chirping of birds and sunlight warming her arms and body were the sensations that greeted Ami as she completed her teleportating jaunt. These were not what she was expecting or anticipating and she knew immediately that she’d not managed to teleport back to the caves. Ami blinked rapidly in the bright sunlight until her eyes adjusted.

(Wait . . . sunlight? But it’s bedtime . . .) The thought trailed off as Ami slowly and deliberately placed one foot in front of the other, cautiously pushing forward through the thigh high, wild, tropical grass.

(Tropical grass? Tropical grass . . . tropical grass!) Ethan *had lied to her: they were still on the island after all. Secreted someplace unexplored and unknown, likely to be as far from the beach camp and caves as possible, but still on the island. If they were still on the island, that meant better hope for being found and rescued. It meant that Ethan’s colleagues were not as all powerful as he implied. Maybe they were trapped here as well, victims of their own technology and nefarious planning. Maybe they caused all this and now had to pay the price in a prison of their own making.

(Speculation later, reconnaissance now,) Ami chided herself, (You can’t be gone long.) She based her experimental teleportation on the untested theory that Alex was somehow running interference. Ami had to get away and bring back help quickly, or barring that, she had to gather as much intel as possible and return to the medical facility where she could plan for a full prison break later.

(Easy enough, as long as they don’t realize I can teleport again.)

Concentrating again, Ami focused again on the caves. Her focus was tight and narrow this time, excluding all the other distractions. A few futile attempts to teleport to the caves, or even the beach camp, only managed to drain her energy while revealing that Ami could no more teleport away from this place than she could teleport off of the island. The realization was as informative as it was frustrating.

It had to mean something, but Ami didn’t know what.

Giving up on teleporting, Ami instead dropped her shields and opened her mind completely. The background hum/purr/hiss/throb of the island was more unsettling now than it had been in those first days following the crash. Here it was somehow clearer and less muted; alien, foreign, indescribable, sleeping but awake, unconscious but sentient, alive but inanimate, Ami required some effort on her part to distract herself from it.

When she did, Ami felt other things, such as the thoughts and feelings of those in the medical facility that wasn’t far off and ran beneath her feet as well. But that wasn’t what she wanted to feel or sense. Ami stretched her mind and her senses, reaching beyond, her mental awareness like smoke fingers reaching for the even less intangible cloud that she knew was Scott. Fumbling and grasping, inept and clumsy, it seemed to dart away each time she came close to it. She pushed harder, stretched further, and just as she began to feel the first pinpricks of pain, she touched it.

[Ami] Unclipped, Part II

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

Smoke fingers solidified and locked onto that cloud and ever so briefly it was solid as well. For a few fleeting moments that lasted no more than suspended seconds, Ami sensed him, touched him, felt him as clearly as though he stood beside her.

Worry, fear, emptiness, loneliness, desperation – all of it poured into her as the clearing feel way and instead frightfully slow heavy footfalls pressed into the overgrowth. Overhead the morning sun rose higher, shining down through patches in the canopy. A sudden sharpening of awareness and surprise, disbelief, hope, relief and love coursed over their link.

Ami’s hope and love surged as well. She pushed as much of it to Scott as she could before the connection broke dramatically, with sharp needles stabbing behind her eyes, a throbbing in her head and a swirling dizziness that forced her to the ground. The open clearing slanted and spun and her stomach heaved. Only once she wiped her mouth and looked up from her prone position was she able to marvel that she’d somehow managed to not vomit on her clothes. Although it took a few minutes for her to ground herself and right herself, even the headache, nauseau and nosebleed couldn’t deflate her spirits.

(Scott’s coming. They’re all coming. It might take tearing apart the island, but they are coming.) That was the one thing she’d taken away from the brief contact with her lover – that the calvary was indeed coming to save them.

Coming to take them home.

Ami forced herself to her feet, and the spinning of the world around her told her that she’d overdone it, she’d pushed herself too hard. She staggered, took a step forward, then fell to her knees as the world dropped rapidly away and darkness rushed up to swallow her.

[OOC: I hope it was worth the wait. Further ebil this evening or tomorrow.]

[Dr. Sakai] Meeting of the Minds

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

"I hardly see the reason for this. The subject was recovered and is safely back in her quarters. This meeting is taking up valuable research time." Dr. Sakai did not look up from her PDA as she spoke, rapidly scribbling notes in the margin.

"What I would like to know is how she teleported out of here to begin with?" Wilson demanded, slamming his hand onto the table like a petulant child. "We can't afford to risk that sort of security breach."

"Does it really matter, Wilson?" Rom was his usual calm, arrogant self. Sakai realized how much she hadn't missed him when he infiltrated the survivors. "We knew that there was no way she could possibly teleport beyond or outside the temporal bubble."

"No, we knew that theoretically it wasn't possible."

"Now it's factual," Sakai said simply.

"She needs to be punished?"

(You'd just love to work your magic on her wouldn't you Mengele?) Was Sakai's unspoken thought. She rather liked the well-deserved nickname the man had been saddled with. "That's not your call. You're not her primary. She's my subject first and foremost."

"Punishment will prevent her from attempting such a fool stunt again."

Sakai finally looked up from her work, her gaze narrowing. "Do you really think that it was a complete accident that she regained her ability to teleport? I've been monitoring and adjusting her medications in the hope of finding a low level dosage that stifles her telepathic connections but gives her a full range of other abilities.

"Admittedly, her attempted flight was not expected so soon, but the data harvested from that failed attempt has been quite useful," Sakai concluded. "It's doubtful she'll be given any further high dosages of inhibitor."

"You're a fool, woman!"

"No, I'm intelligent. One can hardly study a paranormal ability if its being smothered."

Wilson glared. Sakai glared back.

"Dr. Wilson, Dr. Sakai, please," Ethan spoke softly. "We are all colleagues, and we are supposed to be working together. We're trying to advance the human race, genetics, and science as we know it. Miss Jackson's escape only demonstrates what I've been telling Dr. Sakai for days; I think it's time to move onto the next level."

Wilson's gaze darted between the two of them before he ground out, "I hope that you know what you're doing." He straightened up, and checked his watch, "I'm almost late for my session with Daisy Adair."

"Then you should get a move on," Ethan said good-naturedly. "You wouldn't want to keep the lady waiting."

"I don't need your support, Rom," Sakai said after Wilson exited the room.

"That's where you're wrong. In the end, we all need each other. Don't we, Alex?"

Sakai followed Ethan's gaze, surprised to see Gevalia's pet student, foster daughter, and psychic phenomenon entering the room on bare, silent feet. Sakai's gaze narrowed and she strolled up to the girl, grabbing her by the upper arm and jerking her until the girl looked up at her. "Don't for one minute think that I don't know what you did. Fortunately, your little stunt helped me more than it did your friend."

"You only think that because you can."

Sakai didn't care for the girl's riddles, or the girl overmuch. She released her with a low, threatening growl. "You will stay away from the medications and you will stay away from Subject C. Are we clear?"

"As mud," Alex replied, "I didn't like mixing the medications anyway."

With that the girl turned and exited the room.

"I'd like to let Mengele punish her," Sakai muttered under her breath.

Evidently not quietly enough because Ethan responded, "All in due time, Dr. Sakai. Patience is, after all, a virtue."

[Ami] Seventh Inning Stretch

[island-muses.livejournal.com]

The routine changed on day seven. Ami got a lukewarm shower and still received breakfast, courtesy of Bev, and her daily dose of Ethan was right on time.

"Why did you try to teleport away?"

"Because I could."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because I couldn't. Why aren't I drugged?"

"Because you're not going anywhere." Ethan drank tea during the morning session. Ami wondered what he was trying to prove. "There are some who wished to see you punished for such an infraction. I spoke up against that."

"My hero."

"I'm the only ally you have around here, Miss Jackson. You'd do well to remember that."

Lunch comprised a chicken salad sandwich that would have been better if it hadn't tasted like the can it came from. Immediately after lunch, Dr. Sakai arrived and this time there were no questions. There were tests, tests and more tests. Not blood tests or DNA tests, but tests of her telekinetic ability, of her teleportative skill, of her telepathic strength. Even her minor healing ability had not escaped Sakai's notice or scrutiny. Ami fudged every one of them, pretending to be weaker than she was, tireder than she was. After several hours the tired wasn't faked; Sakai's test wore her out.

She was allowed three hours reprieve. Ami didn't know how she knew such, but somehow she knew that when Mr. Nice roused her from sleep that it had been only three hours. Ami was bundled off and shuffled off down the hall where the door to a room was opened.

Claire. Claire lay in the bed sleeping restfully, looking more peaceful and far less stressed than Ami felt. She clearly hadn't been abused, but of course, they had her baby to worry about. Ami was on the verge of crying out to her when the door was abruptly closed and she was bodily hauled back to her room.

"I thought you might need a reminder of what's at stake if you don't cooperate fully," Sakai reminded her. "While a natural, biological incubator is still preferred, with the technology we have on hand, it's only a convenience and not a necessity."

Ami performed slightly better in those tests, enough to satisfy Sakai and two nosebleeds, a throbbing headache, and hours later Ami was at last permitted to retire to bed. Psychically and mentally exhausted, she didn't even remember crawling between the sheets.

[Ami] We Few, We Happy Few, Part I

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

[Ami] We few, we happy few . . .

Ami was exhausted and psychic exhaustion was worse than any physical exhaustion that she'd ever experienced, but Sakai was not letting up. The breaks she was allowed were short and useless for what she needed; Sakai and today's assistant, Jacob, seemed to think that a bottle of sports drink and ten minute breaks were all that she needed to recover. Never mind the fact that she had never taxed herself to these levels before, or that she'd woken up the previous day – Day Eight of Incarceration, but who was counting – feeling like she was coming down with something. She had a mild headache completely unrelated to Day Seven's testing routine, and felt tired, achy and slightly chilled. When she complained, she'd been given an injection – of what she didn't know, and she knew that asking served no purpose.

It helped for a short while, but her near collapse had finally caused Sakai to relent a bit.

Today was a repeat, and she only felt worse. She likened her symptoms to the flu, but Sakai wouldn't hear of it – there was no flu anywhere in the medical facility and if anyone of her fellow survivors had been carrying the bug, an outbreak would have occurred long before now. It was chalked up as an adverse reaction – to what the woman didn't say – and she was now being fed a steady stream of electrolytes, fluids and acetaminophen. The latter seemed to help a bit, but all Ami really wanted to do was sleep.

Apparently sleep was nowhere in the cards.

This morning after her shower and breakfast, the trials started immediately, interrupted only for a quick lunch. Ami read Zener cards – too easy and too boring – after a consistent demonstration of one hundred percent accuracy telepathically, Ami had switched to precognition and simply predicted the order of the cards, calling them out faster than Sakai could turn them over. They moved onto more complex tests – reading Jacob's thoughts, and probing when he was concentrating on one single thought or image. Getting beneath the surface of his mind had been easy, if a bit wearing on her. A nosebleed and semi-faint earned her two hours reprieve.

Ami was glad, she didn't like what she saw in Jacob's mind. The thoughts he had about her and what he'd like to do to her were a contrast to the Good Cop demeanor that he put forth. Ami never, ever wanted to be alone with the man unless she had a good handle on her powers. She was half-tempted to mess with his mind, but remembered Claire and Rose, and even the Doctor's warnings – although in this case she didn't care overmuch for Jacob's privacy or mental preservation – and restrained herself.

Mostly, the memory of contacting Scott, however brief the contact, kept her cooperative and patient. But even Ami had to admit her patience was running out; she had to figure out a way out of here, a way to rescue Rose – whom she'd not seen that encounter in the corridor – and Claire and get them all to safety.

"We've seen what you can do passively, now I want to see what you can do actively," Sakai announced upon her return after rousing Ami from her nap.

"I don't feel good," Ami muttered. It wasn't a lie; the hit by a truck, fighting edge of illness feeling was returning.

Sakai motioned simply to Jacob who stepped forward with two very large white caplets and a cup of water. "Ibuprofen. Prescription strength. I want you clear headed." After she downed the medicine, the instruction continued. "How do you use your abilities offensively?"

[Ami] We Few, We Happy Few, Part II

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

The question actually stumped Ami. She stared at the woman in horrified shock. "I – I don't. I wouldn't. I can't!"

"You mean you haven't," Sakai corrected. "You have the ability to wipe minds, don't you?"

"I don't know." Truthfully Ami did know; she suspected that the ability to read minds and probe thoughts could be easily turned. Already she knew that she walked a fine line working with Mara and River, slowly pulling back layers to help them and maybe eventually heal, at least in Mara's case. She was gentle and precise; it would be just as easy to be savage and brutal.

"You also have the ability to control minds if say someone were weak willed or easily influenced?"

"No!" Ami protested. (But wouldn't it just be stronger empathy? A compulsion? A voice in the head insisting that someone does the right thing?) This wasn't the first time Ami had these thoughts or asked these questions. She knew that misused and abused, the very abilities that helped her and helped others could be used to hurt in one of the worse ways possible.

"I think you're lying."

"I'm not lying! I've never done those things! Never!"

"Yet, you didn't say that you couldn't." Sakai nodded to the guard who promptly turned and walked to the door.

Alarms rang out in Ami's mind and body. Something was very wrong. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew that she didn't necessarily want to find out.

Another guard and Fisher, hauled in a patient, for lack of a better word. Not Rose or Claire – thank god – and it took Ami a moment to recognize the man through the drooping face and drug induced glaze in his eyes. She'd hardly known him, but she knew his name.

"Boone," Ami whispered.

"Yes, I thought you were acquainted with Mr. Carlyle. He was fortunate to have stumbled into our care after a less than hospital care with those you refer to as The Others. You do remember them?"

Too busy staring at Boone in shock and surprise, Ami nodded her head absently. (What have they been doing to him?) For a moment, her aches and pains were forgotten as she felt a stab of sympathy and pity for Boone; given what she'd gone through in a week, what had he gone through in four?

"Mr. Carlyle is going to be your test subject. Seeing how you haven't done this things before, as you claim, you now get to practice."

"I don't want to practice!" Ami's attention jerked away from Boone to Sakai. Her voice squeaked as it rose, and trembled as Ami backed away from the missing – now found – Boone, Sakai and the guards. "I don't do those things. I *won't* do them. It's not right."

"Sometimes the advancement of science isn't. You don't have a choice."

Ami lifted her chin defiantly, and felt a surge of righteous anger. "You can't make me."

"That is where you're wrong." Sakai produced a syringe from her pocket and removed the cap.

"No," Ami held her ground. "I don't care what you do to me. You can't make me do that."

"It's not you that you need to be worried about." Before she could react, Jacob grabbed her and Sakai plunged the needle into her arm. "It's an experimental drug. Theoretically it is a duplicate of the enzymes and hormones your body produces when you perform your little stunts. It should give you increased clarity of mind and abilities.

"I want you to understand exactly *why* you will do this."

[Ami] We Band of Buggered (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

With that Ami was bodily hauled out of the room. She struggled uselessly as she sought to figure out why Sakai would give her something that would increase her abilities. Didn't the woman realize that would aid her in contacting Scott and Megabyte? That it might even boost her teleportative range?

Ami barely noticed her surroundings or that her struggles were ceasing as she thought up and discarded scenarios. She didn't feel any different yet, no stronger or weaker, but of course the injection had been muscular and venous so perhaps it hadn't acted yet. She was abruptly pulled from her thoughts as they exited through a large door with an alarm panel; exit was gained by Dr. Sakai placing her hand on a bio reader and receiving a retinal scan. The corridor in which Ami had been a prisoner was left behind.

They walked a bit, and stopped in front of a door. Again, a bio-reader scanned Sakai's hand before she swung the door inward.

It was a day for surprises.

"Daisy!" Ami cried out, elated to see that the woman was alive. Had Rose been wrong? Had they played a dastardly trick on her friend? Even Ethan had insisted that Daisy was dead, a "useful object lesson" for Rose.

"Ami?" Daisy didn't look happy to see her. In fact, Daisy slid back a bit on the bed.

"What's going on?" Ami demanded. "Ethan said she was dead. They said you were dead." Ami said the last to Daisy, before turning to Sakai again. "I won't do it. I won't do to her what you wanted me to do to Boone. I won't."

"Of course you won't," Sakai remarked. "That's not why you're here. And for the record, your friend was dead. Very dead. Miss Adair has remarkable healing abilities." As she talked, Sakai crossed the room to Daisy's bed.

"Dr. Sakai, what are you doing with my patient?" Another form filed into the room, a man that Ami had not seen before.

"I thought that Miss Jackson needed a bit of an object lesson, Dr. Wilson, and it seems to me that I'm just in time for your . . . demonstration?"

[Daisy] We Band of Buggered (tag Ami)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Daisy grew increasingly nervous as the appointed time for her daily session with Dr. Wilson drew near. Okay, more than nervous. Scared. She fancied herself as brave, as tough as the next woman--but even strong men broke under torture eventually. And for them, death meant the end of torture.

No such luck for her. Dr. Mengele seemed to take great and sadistic glee in discovering exactly where her limits lay. How large a dose of this drug or that one could she endure before she passed out or "died" again? How quickly did she heal from cuts as opposed to burns chemical or otherwise? If he removed a nail, how quickly did it grow back? What about a finger joint? A tooth?

Daisy felt her heart sink when the bolt clanked and her door opened. She felt a moment of joy to see Ami, instantly dashed when she was dragged into the room by a guard, followed by anothe white lab-coated sadist. This was the first time she'd seen Ami since they were attacked in the garden. Was this a prelude to another "lesson"?

If Ami's arrival made her nervous, the appearance of Dr. Mengele instelled outright terror. For more than a week he'd been playing his sadistic games, doing "research" on her ability to endure pain and injury. His exchange with Dr. Sakai told Daisy everything she needed to know.

She scrambled off the bed with panicky haste, putting it between them. She snatched up the pillow to use as a shield. Dr. Mengele turned to face her. "Miss Adair," he said in a voice full of boredom, "must we go through this again?"

Daisy said nothing. She glanced from Mengele to Sakai to Ami to the goon who held Ami by one arm. She didn't look Ami in the eyes, though. She couldn't face another torture session with that bastard, even if they were going to take it out on Ami. She just couldn't.

Tears filled her eyes and her vision swam. Daisy wanted to explain to Ami, beg her to forgive her for her weakness, her cowardice. Dr. Mengele was still talking but Daisy paid him no attention. She cowered in the corner, clutching the pillow like it was her last hope of salvation, wondering where the whimpering noises were coming from.

[Ami] We Band of Buggered (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Ami didn't know if it was whatever drug Sakai gave to her or Daisy's emotional state, but Daisy's panic and fear cut across the room and into Ami like a knife. It punched into her stomach and radiated through her entire body. Ami shook involuntarily under the unexpected onslaught and her knees buckled. Only the vice grip on her arm prevented her from falling; the firm, ironclad grip jerked her back roughly as she unconsciously attempted to rush towards Daisy.

"Daisy!" Ami twisted against the guard's hold, only earning another painful jerk for her effort. She cried in pain, physical pain, the manhandling harsh enough to nearly dislocate her shoulder. "Let go of me! What have you animals done to her?!"

To her surprise, with another tug, she stumbled forward. Her momentum was so sudden that she fell to the floor, landing hard on her knees and hands. Pain shot through her arms and legs, the room spun and it was only by sheer effort of will that she neither passed out nor vomited. Taking a few deep breaths, Ami forced the room to cease doing a carousel imitation; coupled with Daisy's overwhelming fear and upset – which made the smugness, curiosity and insatiable hunger of Sakai and the other man, as well as the morbid fascination of the guards and nurse, fade into the background – the nausea did not go away. It was manageable, but barely.

Ignoring her own deep muscular and joint aches, and the falling temperature of the room, Ami scurried over to Daisy on her hands and knees. She was surprised that Sakai even allowed her to have contact with the woman, but she pushed speculation aside. Ami would deal with whatever punishment they meted out later. Right now, she needed to get to Daisy.

Predictably, Daisy flinched at Ami's first touch on her shoulder and attempted to sandwich herself further into the corner. The whimpering sound was horribly heart-wrenching and Ami pushed back the surge of anger that she felt. Though Ami never considered it before, for the first time she truly and completely considered doing those things that Sakai suggested . . . on Sakai and Wilson.

Tempting as it was, Ami knew there was no way she could pull off such a stunt, not before someone realized what she was doing, and then what would happen to her? To Daisy? To Rose? To Claire?

"Shh, Daisy it's me. It's Ami," Ami tentatively touched Daisy's shoulder again, pushing ever ounce of sympathy, empathy and comfort she could into those words. The effort tired her, and gave her the faint pin prick of needles at the back of her head. She wrapped an arm around Daisy's shoulders, pulling the other woman into a hug, bracing herself against Daisy's emotional storm. The contact had a dual purpose – she could feel for herself Daisy's psychic aura and awareness . . . and she realized that other than emotions, she felt it just barely. Thoughts were like fleeting smoke, chaotic and panicked; it had nothing to do with the drugs and everything to do with Daisy. Ami knew that if it hadn't been for Sakai's drugs, she probably wouldn't have sensed Daisy's churning thoughts at all.

[OOC: This got a bit long. To be continued in the next post . . .]

[Ami] We Band of Buggered (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Ami held onto Daisy, offering what comfort she could. She pitched her voice low, her mouth close to Daisy's ear and hoped that the words didn't carry. "Rose and Claire are fine. Rescue is coming for us. We just have to hang on. I talked to Scott."

Well talked wasn't precisely the words she was looking for, but it was close enough.

"As I was saying, Miss Adair has remarkable healing abilities." Sakai's voice was uncomfortably close. Ami's head jerked up and she was surprised to see that the woman – and her "colleague" and two guards had drifted closer.

"What have you done to her?" Ami demanded again.

"It's not what we've done to her, it's what you're going to make us do to her if you don't cooperate." As she spoke, Sakai knelt in front of them. There was no where for Ami or Daisy to go; they were effectively ringed in.

Ami's eyes went wide with panic as Sakai produced a flash of steel. It happened so quickly that it took a moment for Ami to realize that the woman had sliced then plunged the blade of a scalpel right into Daisy's throat. Blood, bright and red sprayed out, splattering Ami and Daisy and the mad scientist brigade.

"No!" Ami shrieked, horrified. This close to Daisy, holding her, she felt the woman's rising panic, and her friend's pain. Daisy convulsed in her arms, hands uselessly scrabbling and clawing at the scalpel.

There was blood, so much blood and all Ami could do was sit. She heard screams, she felt pain and horror and amusement and curiosity, but she couldn't make sense of it. Daisy bleeding out from a horrible throat wound was the center of her vision.

It was the sharp, stinging pain in her jaw that temporarily made her vision blacken and her head loll before she focused that brought her back. Somehow, someway, she'd been separated from Daisy, and Fisher held her far more tightly and closely than was necessary. Daisy still lie on the floor, but the scalpel was gone and she was still breathing, but also gurgling up blood and bubbles.

Sakai's face filled Ami's line of vision. "Pay attention, because I'm certain that Miss Adair does not wish to repeat this exercise. She's not dying and she's not dead. Watch and learn all about what a delightful freak your friend is."

[Daisy] We Band of Buggered (tag Daisy)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Daisy's entire world had contracted to the awful fiery pain in her throat and the terrifying sensation of drowning. She choked and gagged as hot, coppery liquid filled her mouth and throat. Her hands were hot and slippery with the stuff where she clutched at her neck, and it poured over her skin and pooled beneath her as well.

The pain receded quickly. Daisy felt the wound closing beneath her fingers and the sensation of drowning passed. Nausea overwhelmed her, sudden and irresistible. Daisy rolled over onto her side, feeling her blood-matted hair slide across her neck as she moved. She convulsed with the urgency of it, spewing blood over her hand and across the floor.

Daisy's whole body got involved. She vomited or coughed up blood repeatedly, endlessly. Even when there was no more to be had, she knelt in the mess, wracked by spasms that seemed likely to expel her stomach, or at least a lung. It was exhausting and humiliating. And it was far from the first time.

"As you can see," Dr. Sakai said, her voice loud in the shocked silence, "Miss Adair is alive and...perhaps not well, but definitely alive and whole again when she really should be dead. She's a remarkable specimen, a true freak of nature."

Daisy knelt with eyes closed, her head resting on her crossed wrists, panting with the effort involved in clearing her stomach and lungs of blood. She listened to Dr. Sakai and she thought about what had just happened. It would happen again. And again. Whether it was to teach Ami a lesson, or Claire, or just so they could acquire more "data" on her freakish metabolism.

They weren't going to stop. It would keep happening until someone stopped them. So in a way, the worse was already happening. Daisy recalled her thoughts at lunchtime. She didn't think she could wait any longer for rescue. She couldn't endure this any more. The time to do something stupid or desperate was upon her.

Daisy took a deeper, shaky breath and offered a little prayer to whoever might be listening. A prayer that she wasn't going to get Ami, Rose or Claire killed....

[Ami] We Band of Buggered (tag Daisy [optional])

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Ami watched Daisy lying in her own blood. So much had happened since arriving on the island that she was just a hair beyond being amazed at Daisy's rapid recovery; she was simply happy that the other woman was alive. She wanted to go help Daisy up, wipe away the blood, but Fisher held her so tightly she could feel her arms bruising again.

" . . . and despite her quick healing, Miss Adair does still feel pain. You touched her, I'm certain that you felt her pain? How did it feel, that scalpel in her throat, her life blood pooling out and gushing everywhere?"

Slowly Ami focused on Sakai and Sakai's words, wrenching her gaze away from Daisy. Sakai had made her point. Brutally and with Daisy's blood painting Ami's clothes and the corner of the room, but she'd made it.

"You didn't have to do that," Ami whispered.

"Indeed I did. I wanted you to understand exactly what would happen if you don't cooperate." The woman slammed the blood stained scalpel down onto the bed, forcing Ami's attention to rivet in that direction. "What will continue to happen if you don't do as I've requested. This isn't negotiable. Miss Adair can be killed. Repeatedly. And she will feel it every single time. So will you if you've been truthful about your abilities.

"Miss Adair will heal, at least physically. How much do you think she can take mentally? How many –"

"Stop," Ami whispered.

" – times do you think a person can be cut? Or stabbed? Or – "

Ami's gaze drifted to Daisy, her voice shaking but stronger than before. "I said stop."

" – bled before the mind goes –"

"I'll do it!" Tears spilled from Ami's eyes and she didn't recognize her own voice. Something broke inside of her and she couldn't look at Daisy, at Sakai, she couldn't look at anyone. "I'll do it, all right? Just please don't hurt her anymore."

"Good girl. I knew that with the right motivation, you would see things our way." From behind her there came a shuffling sound, like a body being hauled and the hands gripping Ami turned her around in time to see Boone being pushed into a seat in the corner of the room. "Let's get started then. I think that it's only fitting that Miss Adair gets to witness the power of your amazing ability at work."

Ami went ice cold. They wanted her to do it in front of Daisy. Why? What purpose would it serve? To scare Daisy? To make her afraid of Ami?

She shook her head although she knew it would be futile to protest. "Not here. Not in front –"

"Fair is fair, Miss Jackson. Bring Miss Ad-"

"No!" The words were practically shouted. She met Sakai's gaze, "No. Don't touch her anymore. I'll do it. Let's just get it over with."

"I'm happy that you see things our way."

Ami looked at Boone through her tears, happy that he was barely cognizant of his surroundings. It made it easier; he didn't know what was coming. Ami made a step towards him, but was restrained by Fisher.

"I have to get closer," Ami muttered miserably.

The man dragged her closer to Boone, practically shoving her into the man's lap.

Boone blinked at her and slurred something incoherent. Ami avoided his eyes. She looked at Fisher, "Let me go."

"I don't think so."

"Fine, then you can feel what he feels."

"Release her, Fisher. She isn't going anywhere."

Hands trembling, Ami reached out and touched Boone's forehead, slowly and carefully examining his mind, his memories, his thought patterns. Aside from the drugs, he was still mostly there and it made her hate her captors all the more. Stripping aside the surface thoughts, pushing them to the far corners was easy. Surface thoughts were like cloud fluff. The deeper stuff lay beneath, and Boone panicked, trying to scramble to his feet when she made the first pass. Even a non-psychic knew when something was wrong, when something was being forced into their mind and their memories.

(I'm sorry,) Ami thought gently, knowing that he didn't hear the thought or feel the emotion behind it. The guilt or the anguish; she was destroying one mind to spare another. It was rape, it was wrong and she hated herself for doing it, for not being stronger, for breaking so easily.

When Boone's screams started, it was more than her stretched mind could handle. Ami cried out,head explodeding in pain, and crumbled to the ground, drowned in blissful oblivion.

[Daisy] Time to Get Midieval (no tag)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

The convulsive retching had finally subsided. Daisy remained on her elbows and knees for a few moments longer, gathering her strength and praying that she wasn't about to make a terrible mistake. It didn't surprise her when hands seized her and pulled her upright. Dr. Sakai argued briefly with Ami before Ami surrendered.

Daisy sat on the edge of the bed where she'd been placed and watched Ami walk over to a young man she didn't recognize. The guard released Ami. She reached out to touch his forehead. Daisy glanced around. Sakai and Mengele watched Ami intently. One guard stood by Ami. The other stood beside Daisy's bed, keeping an eye on her. Daisy looked to Ami again.

Boone scrambled to his feet as if trying to escape Ami's touch. He screamed. Ami echoed him, their voices in eery synch as if one mind were screaming with two voices. Ami fell silent--and fell away from Boone. Everyone's attention was on Ami.

Daisy took a breath and slid off the bed onto her feet. The guard at her side, momentarily distracted by Ami's collapse, turned his attention back to Daisy. He grabbed Daisy's wrist.

Daisy reached across with her free hand to brush his forearm.

[Fisher] A Guard's Eye View of Grim Reapers (no tag yet)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Ami Jackson and Boone screamed in unison for a moment, then the woman collapsed. Fisher watched her fall without moving. She fell heavily and didn't move. (Okay, she isn't faking,) he thought.

Fisher sensed motion to his right and looked over to see Jacob grab Daisy's wrist as she climbed unsteadily to her feet. Then she touched his arm and Jacob collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. His head bounced off of the metal footrail of the hospital bed with an audible clunk, and another when he hit the floor.

It was so unexpected that Fisher could only stare for a moment. Daisy took two steps forward, reaching for Dr. Sakai. But Dr. Sakai turned at the noise. Fisher heard her gasp and watched her leap back.

Dr. Wilson also turned. He glared at Daisy, his chin coming up in an arrogant expression. Fisher backed toward the door. (Wilson is a fucking idiot,) Fisher thought. (He thinks he's still got leverage.)

"Daisy," Wilson said in an imperious tone, "stop right there! Don't make us--"

Fisher watched Daisy reach out to touch her finger to his lips. "Shhhhh," she told him. Wilson folded like a cheap mattress.

"Fuck me," Fisher muttered and bolted for the door. "Help!" he bellowed, all considerations of image or professionalism ruthlessly jettisoned. He was worried only about survival now. He needed to get out of the room before the Grim Reaper laid hands on him.

"Grim Reaper" they'd called her, and Fisher had filed that under superstitious mumbo-jumbo. The sort of fantasy story used by primitives to pigeonhole things they couldn't explain. She was just another genetic freak, like the other psychics or mutants Dharma was rumored to have studied, or had captured here.

Now, watching her drop people with a touch, Fisher wasn't so sure. Fisher glanced over his shoulder as he struggled with the door. Daisy had backed Dr. Sakai against the wall. She caressed Sakai's face; Sakai's eyes rolled up and she slid down the wall.

Daisy turned her attention on Fisher. Fisher felt his bladder let go. He almost sobbed with relief when he finally managed to unlatch the door and fling it open. The guard stationed outside stared into the room, eyes wide.

"What the fuck is--" he yelled. Fisher shoved him aside and bolted from the room. He didn't look back. He didn't have to look back to know what had happened to the guard when he heard another body hit the floor.

[Daisy] No Time To Be Gentle (tag Ami)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Daisy left the door guard where he'd fallen, his body in the doorway, preventing the door from closing. She laid a hand on the doorjamb to steady herself for a moment. She was weak and a little lightheaded from blood loss, and terribly thirsty.

She ignored the hysterical babble of voices around her. The spirits of Sakai, Wilson, Jacob and the guard were all talking at once, to themselves, to one another, to Daisy. They were shocked, horrified, angry, fearful. Irrelevant.

Daisy knew she had only a short time before the security guards responded. She had to act now. The panicked security guard was her best ally at the moment; if his panic spread, it would slow their response and dull their wits. That would help, but she needed more.

She looked at Boone, who was watching her with drug-dulled eyes. He was conscious and aware, but not very alert. He might be some help, but not much. Daisy straightened up and stumbled over to kneel by Ami.

Daisy tried briefly to rouse Ami, but she was thoroughly out of it. The sound of raised voices and movement in the hallway outside told her that time was rapidly running out. Which left only one choice.

Ghosts never sleep. As a disembodied consciousness, they are always conscious. Always. Even if they're pulled from an unconscious body.

Daisy grasped Ami's hand and stood up, drawing Ami's spirit to her feet as well. Ami looked about as shocked as Daisy expected her to be, but there was no time for niceties.

"You're not dead, but I need you. Can you use your mojo in this form?"

OOC OMG!

[starborn-scribe.livejournal.com]

This thread has taken a turn for the hardcore. Daaamn. I can't wait to see what happens next! *bounces*

[Ami] Out of Body, Still in Mind (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Daisy's reassurance of Ami's continued vivacity didn't go a long way to dispel Ami's confusion or alarm – especially not when she looked back and saw her body lying on the floor. It gave her pause that her first thought was, (Blimey! I look like hell.)

That was actually the only coherent thought that managed to form as reality set in and Daisy's words pushed her rising panic back. Marginally.

"Daisy?" Ami's voice quivered. Quivered? Should her voice have quivered? Should she have had a voice? Had Daisy gone completely off the rails, round the bend, "a few French fries short of a Happy Meal™" to quote her American friends?

"I'll put you back, but I need to know can you do whatever it is you do like this?"

Emotions flared around her; turning, Ami traced their source, the disembodied spirits of Sakai, Wilson, Jacob, the guard were rife with fear, terror, anger. She looked away from them, scrambled for her shields, hoping that the mental exercises worked. They did, better than before. (No pain. No drugs. No body. Don't go there.)

"I don't know," Ami admitted with a shake of her head. "I can feel them," she waved absently at the group behind her, "But I don't even know enough of how I do what I do to know if I can. I'll … " her voice hitched, quivered. She forced herself to not look at Boone. "I'll try. Tell me what you have in mind."

[Daisy] Out of Body, Still in Mind (tag Ami)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

"Mostly? Just run interference," Daisy said. She moved quietly back toward the doorway. She peered out into the hallway. It looked like an ordinary hospital corridor. Daisy could hear raised voices from somewhere around a corner; it sounded like the panicked guard.

"They can't see or hear you," Daisy said. "And you can walk through walls. So you can warn me about who or what is waiting around corners or inside rooms. Anything you can do to screw up their cameras or distract them is just gravy."

Daisy took a deep breath. She was still lightheaded and unsteady on her feet, but there was nothing for it but to go on. "C'mon," she said, and crept quietly out into the corridor.

[Ami] Out of Body, Still in Mind (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Ami nodded and followed Daisy, repressing a shudder as she looked back at her body. This was distinctly uncomfortable, and . . . creepy. Ami tried not to puzzle over things like the fact that she was walking although she didn't have a body, and questions like why wasn't she simply sinking into the floor?

That reflection did make her shudder, leading to further feelings of extreme creepy weirdness as she wondered how it was possible to shudder - or anything else for that matter.

The corridor outside of Daisy's room was deserted, but there was an alarm sounding in the distance. Nothing loud and blaring, not like a fire alarm or klaxon, more like low level warning buzzer. Even non-corporeal, the noise was definitely annoying after a few moments.

The only thing *not* uncomfortable about her current physical state, or lack of physical state, was that Ami was clear headed and didn't feel ill for the first time in days. Given that, she looked up and focused on the light in the hall, trying to pop one of the bulbs.

It didn't work.

Ami screwed up her face and tried again. Similar results told her one thing that she'd always wondered about with regards to her abilities: they *were* tied to her physical body. At least the kinetic ones it seemed; the mental ones, like empathy, clearly seemed to be tied to her consciousness. It was an odd dichotomy, and something to be considered later. After they had ... well, done whatever it was that Daisy intended to do.

"We can't leave, or escape," Ami said suddenly. "Not without Rose and Claire. That's assuming we can escape at all. I teleported out of here, but I don't think I went very far. This place is as locked down as the island." She peeked around the corner, and felt silly for peeking. Like Daisy said, no one could see her or hear her.

"All clear. So far," Ami reported. (And please tell me that your plan is not the equivalent of a Ghostbusters "Get her!")

[Daisy] Hey, If It Works.... (tag Ami)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

"Good," Daisy said quietly. "We're not going anywhere without Rose and Claire."

Daisy and ducked around the corner. She crept down the hall on her bare feet, listening to the voices growing louder and more distinct. Definitely the panicked guard arguing with someone. Another guard? Probably.

Daisy glanced up, noting the surveillance cameras covering the hallway. Damn. So the guards could see her here. Only--if they could, why weren't they coming for her? Unless the arguing she could hear was distracting whoever ought to be watching the monitors.

Which could change at any minute. Daisy ran forward as quickly and quietly as she could. She took the corner wider than she intended, nearly losing her balance. The panicked guard was standing in the open doorway of a room that held banks of monitors, pointing at one screen. From within the room, Daisy heard another voice say, "Holy shit!"

He looked up as Daisy appeared around the corner. His eyes widened and he yelled. Daisy charged him. He flailed his arms, backpedaling into the room. He backed into the second guard, who was rising from his chair with a weapon in his hand.

Daisy put the panicked guard down with a touch and lunged for the second. She dropped him as well, but not before she felt the bite of the dart in her stomach. She swayed, suddenly woozy. Either they had increased the dosage since she was captured or her bloodloss left her more susceptible.

She told Ami, "Close the door, whydoncha?" and heard herself slurring her words. It took a few moments for Daisy to remember that Ami couldn't. She stumbled over and pushed it closed herself. Turning the deadbolt took a lot more effort than it should.

Daisy barely made it back to the guard's chair, falling heavily into the seat. She thought that Ami might be saying something, but she couldn't make it out. It was all she could do not to pass out.

[Ami] Hey, If It Works.... (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

This was not good.

(Understate much, Jackson?)

Daisy didn't look like she was long for the world, which made Ami more than a little nervous on several fronts. First of all, if Daisy passed out, eventually their captors would get in here and drag her bodily out, and then what? Secondly, how the bleeding hell would Daisy return Ami to her body if she were unconscious?

To distract herself, and to keep Daisy awake, she started talking. Ami focused on the bay of monitors, and scowled as she noted each had a label with thier names and *Subject Assignations* on them. Claire and Rose were both clearly visible on the bank of monitors; Rose was handcuffed to the bed and looked about as good as Ami felt. As Ami had felt before she became a ghost. Whatever.

Claire looked better than any of them. Happy, even, sitting there in a rocking chair actually knitting.

(Knitting?) Ami racked her brain for a reason for that and came up empty. She would never be a profiler; there was no way she could think like a criminal unless she read their minds.

"They must have been doing something to Rose," Ami remarked. "She's handcuffed to the bed. She looks like she's been through hell and back, but she's alive at least. I haven't seen her since . . . I haven't seen her for a while."

Ami tilted her head, focusing on the other monitor beside Rose. The one that measured her vitals. "They monitor everything about us from in here, it looks like. Rose's blood pressure, heart rate, I think that's a brain wave pattern, respiration, pulse oxygen and I have definitely watched too many medical dramas if I know all this."

A quick glance at Daisy revealed the woman looked even more lethargic. (Droning on like this isn't going to keep her awake. I've got to do something else.)

Ami moved around the room. She couldn't open drawers or cabinents or manipulate anything telekinetically, but she could look around. It didn't take her long to find something that looked interesting and that might keep Daisy alert until they had a workable plan. "I found our medical charts. I can't do anything telekinetically like this, but you can look at them. See if we can find out what else they've been up to or why they're doing what they're doing."

[Daisy] Hey, If It Works.... (tag Ami)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

(Gotta stay awake, gotta stay...awake,) Daisy told herself. Her eyelids felt terribly heavy. Every blink seemed to take a little longer. Ami was chattering at her, trying to engage her attention. That was good. Daisy tried to focus on Ami's voice, but it kept fading in and out.

Daisy looked blearily around the room. The console in front of her had numerous drawers. There was a metal cabinet standing in the corner of the room. A first aid kit hung on the wall. Two guards lying on the floor.

And a guard standing in the middle of the room clutching his head and rocking back and forth chanting, "This isn't happening. This isn't happening! Oh God, this isn't happening!" Over and over again.

"Hey," Daisy said. Her voice was softer than she'd intended. No reaction. "Hey!" she shouted as loudly as she could, which wasn't very.

His head whipped around and he stared at Daisy. "You--you can see me?"

(Of course I can see you, you idiot,) Daisy thought. But it was too much effort to say all that, so she just said, "yes."

"Am--am I dead?" he asked. "I'm dead, aren't I?"

Before he could wind himself up again, Daisy shook her head. "No...not dead. I can...save you. But I--" she took a deep breath and tried to shake off the drug's effects a little longer. She plucked out the dart that was still protruding from her stomach and dropped it to the floor.

"Anti...antidote?"

The guard reached for the back of his belt, then hesitated. His eyes strayed to the form--his form--lying on the floor. "On his--my--belt. The autoinjector. There."

Daisy turned to look. She leaned toward him and tumbled out of the chair, falling next to the comatose body of the guard. She groped for the object, which resembled nothing so much as a fat Magic Marker.

"What is it?" Ami asked. She sounded suspicious--and who could blame her?

"It--it's a Narcan autoinjector. It--it..." the guard struggled for words for a moment. "Neutralizes! It neutralizes narcotics--like the sedative in the darts."

Daisy looked at it, then at the guard. She closed her eyes, just for a moment. Ami asked the question for her. "How do you use it?"

The guard's voice came to her from a great distance. "J-just take the cap off and press it against your leg for a few seconds. It's spring-loaded."

Daisy thought about doing that. It seemed like a hell of a lot of work. Maybe in a second.... She jerked awake with Ami leaning over her, yelling at the top of her lungs, telling her to stay awake.

Daisy looked at the gadget in her hand. She wasn't eager to try it, but it was now or never. She pried the gray cap off, drew a shaky breath and jabbed it against her thigh. She felt the needle punch into her leg. The drug felt cold. Daisy held the injector in place as long as she could, but the darkness rose up and engulfed her again....

OOC: Narcan takes about two minutes to have an effect, but for the moment Ami is on her own.

OOC

[sophiedb.livejournal.com]

I finally got some time to catch up on reading and woohoo! This is fantastic! *bounce*

[Ami] Hey, If It Works.... (tag Rose, Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Ami swore quite colorfully in English, Portuguese, French and Spanish as Daisy collapsed into oblivion. She glared at the guard, "What did you do to her? What did you give her?"

"Narcon! I swear," the guard insisted, shrinking into the wall as much as he could. "It doesn't work instantly. But it will work."

Ami continued to glare for a moment. "It better." She returned her attention to the bank of monitors, her attention divided between Claire and Rose, and the scurrying that was starting in the corridors. She really hoped that Daisy woke up before the reinforcements arrived. She saw two nurses, one each, hurry into Claire's and Rose's rooms. The nurses, Mr. Nice and Steph, were armed with the same tranq guns that the guards had. Ami watched edgily as they drifted around the room, until it became clear that they were only guarding the patients.

In the corridors, she saw Alex and a woman she'd never seen before. The woman and Alex were apparently arguing, with the woman trying to drag Alex towards a door. Alex fought back, jerking away, before finally slumping in defeat. Satisfied, the woman turned to the door, punching in a code, followed by the biometric scans Ami saw previously. The door opened, and though she strained Ami couldn't see what was on the other side.

"Your friend is a crazy bitch!" The guard called out from behind her.

"She's desperate, not mad," Ami corrected him. "I'd say our situations here are pretty desperate."

"It's for science and the greater good!"

Ami whirled on the man, angry. "You're no scientist. You're in it for the greater paycheck!" Instinctively she gave him a mental slap. Evidently it worked on the non-corporeal because he winced and clutched at his head as though he had a headache.

Horrified at herself, Ami backed away, whipping her eyes away from him and back to the monitors. Alex scurried back in the door she'd exited, drawing it closed behind her. (What the--)

"Be useful," Ami ordered the guard. "That door. Where does it go?" She pointed at the monitor.

"Out. Outside," the guard's words were tired and scared.

"Outside," Ami breathed. (Exit.)

The calvary was approaching their position. There wasn't much time left. And they didn't have a plan.

(Wake up, Daisy, come on, wake up!)

On the monitors, Alex ducked into Rose's room and spoke to Mr. Nice. Their body language was indicative of disagreement, but soon he turned and exited the room. As the door closed behind him, Alex gave a cheerful wave to the camera and crossed to Rose's bed. She fiddled with something she removed from her pocket; Ami only realized it was an empty syringe when Alex recapped it and placed it on the hospital tray.

With antoher smile, she flashed something metallic at the camera, too fast for Ami to see what it was. That was until she stepped back and crossed to the other side of Rose's bed.

Alex had uncuffed Rose, who was beginning to tremble on the bed.

[Daisy] Rude Awakening (tag Ami)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Consciousness returned with shattering suddenness. It felt like being awakened by having a firehose turned on you--a firehose full of icy water. Daisy thrashed and gasped, trying to get away from it but there was no escape. She came to quivering alertness kneeling on the floor of the security office. She felt so awake and sober her teeth hurt.

"Jesus, what was that?" she asked the room at large.

"N-Narcan," the security guard said from where he was lurking near the far wall. "It always affects people that way." He edged a little closer. "You said..." he began. "You promised," he pointed at the body on the floor next to Daisy. His body.

"Yeah, yeah," Daisy said. She looked around and then stretched out an arm to pick up the dart pistol he'd used on her. "Come here," she said.

"W-what are you going to do with that?"

Daisy snapped her fingers impatiently, glancing at the monitors. "Are we going to do this or not?" she asked.

The guard edged closer, holding out his hand, clearly unhappy. Daisy grabbed his wrist and yanked him off-balance so he fell. He fell across--or in some strange way, into--his vacant body and the ghostly form vanished. The unconscious guard stirred.

Daisy shot him with the dart pistol and he went still again. Then she dropped the pistol and turned to Ami. "What did I miss?"

OOC:

[purplerhino.livejournal.com]

I am so loving Daisy here. Loving this thread. Loving the insanity and the proactive escaping goodness.

Re: OOC:

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you're liking it. It's fun!

[Rose] Huh… is this a revolution?

[purplerhino.livejournal.com]

Rose watched the kid warily. She was one big muscle ache, and her head was throbbing like a drum. The kid was a new variable. She hadn't seen her in this hell before. But she wielded a needle, which she had jabbed into Rose's thigh.

"Now I'm getting the nursing students?" Rose didn't even bother tugging at the cuffs.

"Nah, you're getting an antiestablishment rebel... sort of." The girl unlocked the cuffs.

Rose rubbed her wrists, noting the red rings. There were no guards. And the kid was flashing the key and the syringe at the camera.

"You're trying to trick me, yeah?" Rose curled into herself a bit. She hated that she was shaking. "See if I try to take the bait so you can hurt Ami or Claire. I've faced mindfucks before, ya know."

"Your friends are making their own luck. They're in the surveillance room right now. Well, one and a half of them."

Rose frowned, trying to work out the riddle. "Ami and Claire? Claire had the baby?"

"Nope. Be ready for it."

Rose sat up straight as she felt the sudden jolt of energy hit her system. It had been a stimulant. She felt like she should be running for her life, or towards danger, or any of the other mad, exhilarating things she usually did with the Doctor.

[Alex] Getting a Move on (tag Rose)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

"Come on, we have to move," Alex prompted Rose, helping the woman off of the bed. She didn't know how long they had before the place went into full lockdown, or what the reprecussions would be if Dr. Carlson got pissed off enough, but then again, Alex didn't intend to let Rose, Claire, Daisy or Ami be around long enough to find out.

(And at least I got Reenie to safety.)

"Once we're in the hall, I'll get you through the main door. It's security locked. Just keep straight down the hall and you'll come to the security room. That's where Daisy is."

"What are you going to do?" Rose demanded.

"I'm going to rescue Claire," Alex grinned giddily.

*This* really was fun.

OOC:

[purplerhino.livejournal.com]

We seem to be making a habit of cross posting tonight. ::grin::

Re: OOC:

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Actually, I didn't think it was cross-posting. This post flows nicely into your Rose one, I thought.

[Ami] Up to Speed (tag Daisy)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Relieved to see that Daisy was up and alert again, Ami resisted the urge to run to the woman and give her a hug. Actually, she didn't know if she could give Daisy a hug, and that helped the resistance. It was unsettling to wonder what would happen if she ran thru Daisy or some other weirdness.

To distract herself from the unsettling imagery, Ami indicated the monitor with a slight nod of her head. "Alex is freeing Rose. One of the nurses, Steph, I think, is guarding Claire. And we've trouble headed in this direction."

"Who's Alex?"

"The girl," Ami waved at the screen again. "I don't know her story. I don't think she's a prisoner, but I don't think she's completely free either. And," Ami pointed at a different monitor, "That's the exit. The way out of here."

Worrying her lip nervously, Ami looked away from the monitors to face Daisy. "How long is it safe like this? For me?"

[Claire] Loo break? (tag open)

[sophiedb.livejournal.com]

"Would you stop that infernal clattering?"

Claire stuck her tongue out at the nurse and carried on knitting. She was making a blanket for the baby, although at this rate is was going to be a scarf for an adult. A big long stripy scarf with lots of colours, because her crafty skills really weren't up to things like sleeves and booties (a bit like the palm weaving), but bog-standard stockinette seemed to be going well and she was too happy to get stressed about doing anything technical when the Dharma people were going to be looking after the baby anyw-

"I. Said. Stop!"

Claire yelped as the needles were ripped from her hands and locked in the medical cabinet. "What did you do that for?"

"Is a bit of piece and quiet too much to ask for?" the evil cow retorted before returning to her post by the door.

Scowling, Claire cast about for something else to do. It was bad enough being holed up in here rather than outside without the bitch over there disrupting the few pleasures she was allowed to enjoy. Apparently anything too strenuous might increase her blood pressure, and that was a bad thing, but where caging her with Nurse Irritable fell on the scale Claire had no idea. Normally she'd be chatting with Ethan at this time of day, which was nice and fun and soooo much better than the silent grouchy one over there, who was supposedly looking after her but spent more time watching the door than anything.. medical. Whatever it was that nurses were meant to do.

Something bright caught Claire's eye: a book of nursery rhymes. She'd been singing them to the baby most days and had gotten fed up with reading the same thing over and over and over again, but this was different.

She leaned over and grabbed the book, smiling sweetly at the nurse when she looked over, then opened it up at random. Excellent choice!

"Ring a ring o'roses
A pocketful of posies
Ah-tishoo! Ah-tishoo!
We all fall d-"

"Shut up!"

"Stop interrupting me!" Claire bit back. "I'm supposed to be cool calm and collected over here, all nice for the baby, and you're so wound up and nasty that I can't!"

The nurse strode over to the bed, brandishing her funny gun thing. "Do you want me to use this on you?"

Claire drew her knees up, wriggling backwards into her pillows as the book fell away. "Ethan said he wouldn't let anyone sedate me any more, that it'd be dangerous. Where is he?"

"'Where's Ethan?'" the evil woman sneered, once she'd gotten over a sudden fit of the giggles. "Don't even bloody tempt me. Now what?"

Looking down at the floor, Claire shook her head. She was terrified of this woman and she didn't even know why - everything had been so nice for the last few days.. Then she remembered. This woman had taunted her when she'd first arrived, back when they'd been asking all those questions. Sooooo many questions. But she'd been nasty, the nurse that was. And Claire too? Really? No... surely not. This place was happy, jolly, good, sweet, cheerful, all that nice stuff, just for the baby.

She looked up, biting her lip. "I need the loo."

"Oh no you don't."

"I do!" Claire re-iterated, wide-eyed at the thought of lying. Teasing maybe, but not about this. "Really, I have to go all the time these days."

"Well you'll just have to hold on, won't you?" the nurse ground out, scrunching her face up like she was about to pop as she flushed red from the neck upwards.

Someone else went red like that, but Claire couldn't remember who. Probably herself. A kick to the bladder brought her back to the present.

"I can't! Hold on I mean! C'mon, what's the problem - it won't take long?" she pleaded, wriggling for emphasis. "It'll stink in here otherwise, you know it will!"

"God, too many happy meds really is a bad thing.." the nurse muttered angrily, looking out the window frantically while clicking her radio. It was silent. "Ok, but we're going to have to run."

Claire smiled her thanks brightly, but she did have to correct the woman on one point. "I don't run, I waddle. You could always push me in the wheelchair?"

"Argh!" Nurse Volcano vented, tucking the gun-thing into her belt as she unfolded the contraption. "Ok, get over here sharpish. They really don't pay me enough for this!"

[Daisy] Don't Stop Now! (tag Ami, open)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Daisy & Ami are coming from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/91146.html?thread=3001610&style=mine#t3001610)

The antidote Daisy had injected herself with, whatever it was, had left her painfully alert. It felt like someone had taken sandpaper to her brain, leaving all her nerve endings raw and sensitive. It put her in a foul mood, and she was happy to take it out on the bad guys.

She glanced at Ami, intending to give her a vague but comforting answer. But Ami didn't look like she would settle for one. In fact, she looked a little frantic. Daisy supposed that if she were still alive and had been yanked out of her body, she would be too. She'd been dealing with the dead for so long it was hard to remember just how shocking the situation could be.

Daisy laid a hand on Ami's shoulder--and that in itself seemed to surprise her a little. "Basically, there's nobody home in your body right now," Daisy said. "It's like you're in a coma. You'll be okay until you become dehydrated--say a day or two." She gave Ami a quick hug. "But this will all be over long before that can happen."

Releasing Ami, Daisy added, "speaking of which...." She walked over to the metal cabinet standing in the corner. The doors were locked. Daisy rattle them in frustration for a moment, then searched the guards, producing a keyring. One of the keys fit the lock on the cabinet. She opened it.

Daisy stared at the contents. "Ooooooh--score!" she said. Three dart rifles were racked inside the cabinet. So was an semi-automatic shotgun> A large and shiny revolver of some kind hung in a holster from a peg, along with a couple of vests and various other tools.

Daisy grabbed the shotgun, opened a box of shells and started loading them into the weapon. "Are you--do you know how to use that?" Ami asked.

"I'm an actress," Daisy said, glancing at Ami and giving her a smile. It never hurt to have a passing familiarity with all sorts of skills, even if it was just enough to look good--

"There you are! You bitch!" The sudden shouting was surprising. Daisy whirled, wincing when she realized she'd let the muzzle swing past Ami. Not that it could hurt her now, but still....

Dr. Sakai was standing hip deep in the console, where she'd stopped after walking through the wall behind her. She glared at Daisy and opened her mouth to continue cursing.

"Shut up," Daisy said. "Unless you want me to stuff you into a bottle like a genie and leave you there." Sakai paled a little. "In fact," Daisy said, moving toward her, "get the hell out of here. If I see you again, I'll do it on general principles!"

Sakai's eyes widened and then she took two large steps backward, vanishing through the wall. Daisy turned toward the door and saw Ami watching her with equally big eyes. "Can you really do that?"

Daisy shrugged. "I dunno," she admitted. She looked at the monitors again, feeling the press of time. On one screen Claire was just settling into a wheelchair steadied by a nurse. "I've never tried, but maybe. Be a dear, will you, and check outside?"

[Daisy] Go Team Go! (tag Ami, open)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

"Uh...what?" Ami asked.

"Just poke your head through the door. I think they're sneaking up to the door--one of the cameras is out," Daisy said. She pointed at a monitor which was now displaying only static. "I need to know when they're right outside the door.

"Oh," Ami said. And after a moment, "Oh!" She even managed to muster a faint smile.

Daisy smiled back. "Exactly." She laid the shotgun down on the console and then moved over by the door. "Just point at me when someone is right outside the door."

Ami stepped halfway through the door, her visible hand upraised. Daisy waited. She could tell by Ami's body language when someone came close. Ami dropped her hand to point in Daisy's general direction and Daisy heard her voice, muffled by the door. "Now!"

Daisy turned the knob and yanked the door open. A security guard, caught in the act of creeping up to the door, froze for a moment. Long enough for Daisy to reach out and press her hand against his chest, fingers spread.

She pushed. He fell over backwards, limp as a corpse. And simultaneously she closed her fist on his shirt and yanked him into the security room, slamming the door shut again. This time she threw the bolt.

The guard was shaking and hyperventilating as he looked around frantically. "Talk to me," Daisy said to him. "What's the plan?"

[Ami] Gotta Get Back (tag Daisy, open)

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Referencing this post (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/91948.html?thread=3031084#t3031084).]

/Ami./

The whispered voice in her head pulled Ami's attention away from Daisy and the questioning of the guard. She heard words like "unexpected," "no plan," "lockdown" and "evacuate" but she wasn't really paying attention to them. It was that familiar voice, wispy and whispery though it was in her head that held her.

(Megabyte.)

/Megabyte! I'm here!/

/Can you hear me?/

/Yes! I'm here! I can hear you./

/Ami?/

She almost answered again, then thought better of it. She could *feel* him, she could *sense* him, but in this form she couldn't contact him, not in any way that he could hear and sense. Which made perfect sense in a rather twisted way; as far as she knew, no Tomorrow People were gifted with the ability to see ghosts.

(But they're here, they're coming and I have to talk to him.)

Ami closed her eyes and focused as best she could, sending a wave of acknowledgement and presence to her friend, before turning to the control room and Daisy.

"Daisy, I have to go back," Ami interrupted the interrogation.

"What? What do you mean?"

"My body. I have to go back to it. They're coming for us and I need to talk to M – Damon. Telepathically. It's what we do. I heard him, but he can't hear me. I think it's because I'm … like this."

[Daisy] Gotta Get Back (tag Ami, open)

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Daisy could feel the huge grin that spread across her face. "John's coming?" She'd known that he would, but knowing that he was nearly here--well, she suddenly felt light enough to fly. It seemed like forever since she'd seen him. Or touched him. Or been held by him. To say nothing of--

"I have to get back," Ami repeated, interrupting Daisy's thoughts. Daisy glanced at Ami. She was practically dancing with urgency. But then, she was probably just as eager to get back to Scott--and scared by her situation. That kind of out-of-body experience was probably very nerve-wracking.

"all right," Daisy said. She picked up the shotgun and worked the slide--ejecting an unfired shell in the process, which kind of ruined the Action Heroine image she was going for. But what the hell. "Want to check outside again?"

While Ami popped outside, Daisy looked over the monitors. Nurse Ratched Jr. was wheeling Claire out of her room. Claire didn't seem unhappy, but that didn't look like a good idea to Daisy. If They (tm) were really going to evacuate, the last thing Daisy wanted was to let them move Claire.

"There's nobody out there," Ami said. "Except this guy lying on the floor," she amended, pointing at the guard with a thumb. "Maybe they really are evacuating."

"Maybe," Daisy said. "But it looks like they're moving Claire. I don't think we should let them."

OOC Redirect

[fikgirl.livejournal.com]

Daisy and Ami meet a new face (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/93121.html).