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.
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[Ami] Unclipped, Part I
Date: 2006-08-04 05:50 pm (UTC)(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.