[Ami] Half-Light

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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.

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[Ami] We Band of Buggered (tag Daisy)

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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)

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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])

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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?"

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

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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)

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"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)

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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)

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"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)

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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)

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(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.

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

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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)

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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:

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

[Rose] Huh… is this a revolution?

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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)

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"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::

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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)

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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)

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"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!"