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crossing_lostrp2006-08-02 10:38 pm
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[Ami] Half-Light
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.
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.
[Ami] Unclipped, Part II
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.]