crossing_lostrp | [Scott] Day 18 (night): Psychics Anonymous (tag Sam, open)

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Night fell on the impromptu and nearly silent camp. Most everyone in the overland group sat or lie near the campfire, exhausted from the long march. The exceptions were Dean and Molly, who'd taken first watch, and Sam, who sat at the edge of the firelight whittling a piece of wood.

Now that the Doctor was deep into his healing trance, Scott was more than ready to turn in for the night. There was one last thing to do before he could. He strode over to Sam. "Hey," he said quietly, prompting the gangly kid to look up. "Do you still want to talk?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, if you're up to it."

Scott smiled mirthlessly as he sank to the ground a short distance away. "I look that bad, huh?" Sam shrugged, and Scott chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He nodded at Sam's geometric carving. "That's pretty cool. What is it?"

Sam frowned at the half-carved wood for a moment before answering. "The Key of Solomon." Scott shook his head, puzzled. "A protective symbol."

"Protection from... demons?" Sam nodded solemnly. Scott studied the straight lines crisscrossing the circle Sam had carved. "I didn't think demons existed before coming here," Scott added quietly.

Sam deepened one of the lines with the tip of his knife. "Demons, and lots of other things."

"Great," Scott muttered, thinking of what Mara had been through. (If Sam and Dean hunt these things like they claim, at least someone's fighting back.) The thought was somewhat heartening. "You said you're psychic," Scott stated, keeping his voice down. "Is that why you and your brother hunt demons?"

Sam barked a laugh, of all things. "No. Well, sort of." Scott raised an eyebrow skeptically. "It's a long story," Sam said with a sigh. He continued in a near whisper. "Something's happening to me. Started earlier this year. I have dreams... nightmares... that come true. I never know what I'm going to see when I close my eyes. I try to sleep for only an hour or two at a time to avoid them, but I can't. Now I dream when I'm awake. Premonitions, visions, I guess. Complete with skull-splitting headaches. They'll get Dean and me killed if it keeps up like this." The young man looked positively miserable.

Scott opened his shields a bit to push reassurance to the kid. Sam sat a little straighter. "You're sure it's something psychic?" Sam frowned defensively. "You and your brother mentioned magic before, and again, since coming here, I know that magic exists, too."

"It's a psychic thing. Missouri and the damned demon said so."

Scott blinked, puzzled. "Missouri?"

Sam nodded. "She's a psychic. Helped my family." The young man was quiet for a few moments. Fear pushed aside some of his bitterness and resignation. "Max was psychic, too. Like me, 'cept better at telekinesis."

"You're precognitive and telekinetic?"

Sam's mirthless half-smile returned. "I guess. I've only done it -- moved stuff -- once. Didn't know what I was doing. I had to get to Dean before Max killed him."

Scott stared at Sam, horrified. "Max *was* psychic? He died?"

Sam nodded. "He was psychotic. Not sure if it was from abuse or being psychic." He finally looked up from the carving and met Scott's eyes. "You're psychic and sane. Am I gonna lose it?"

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After pushing the memory of Max's lifeless body aside, Sam asked, "You're psychic and sane. Am I gonna lose it?" He prayed that the answer would be "no."

Frowning, Scott studied his hands for a few long moments. Frustration joined his exhaustion. Finally he replied, "I don't know. Ami might. Or Damon. But they're not here." Scott glanced at the Doctor's unnaturally still form on the far side of the campfire. "You could ask the Doctor, too. He's telepathic. His bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired, though." Sam echoed Scott's wan smile at the attempt at humor.

"Before coming here I knew of only one other psychic -- my dad," Scott continued. He broke eye contact, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "Apparently there are all sorts of psychics. A few of the different type are here, along with witches, time travelers, and all sort of other weirdness." The older man met Sam's eyes. "I think you need to find out if anyone here with psychic abilities is like you. I can tell you who you're not like: the Doctor, Ripley, River, and me."

Sam frowned thoughtfully. "How do you know that?"

"Deduction," Scott replied with a cryptic smile that soon faded to seriousness. "If there's a physical component to your headaches, I might be able to help with that." He stifled a yawn. "Starting tomorrow. I'm telekinetic, too, so I show you how to practice if you want." Sam shivered involuntarily at the thought of deliberately trying to use the abilities that, along with the demon, were ruining his life. Scott gave him a sympathetic smile. "I was freaked out at first, too. Try to get past it. Telekinesis is really, really useful."

Sam nodded despite his lingering apprehension. Scott yawned again, prompting Sam to do the same. "Thanks," Sam said sincerely. "I'll sleep on it."

"Okay," Scott agreed as he got to his feet. "See you in the morning."

"Yeah. Bright and early, I'm sure." With a tired smile Scott moved back to the campfire. Sam watched him for a moment longer, wondering what sort of psychic he was. (Hell, I'd like to know what sort of psychic *I* am.) Sighing, Sam returned his attention to the fledgling wooden amulet. He was too keyed up to sleep just yet.

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Dean was watching the perimeter and Sam talking to Scott both at the same time. Dean frowned, it didn't take much to figure out why Sam would want to talk to the psychic in low voices. Dean knew people with special powers. Knew quite a few of them. Heck, the last 24 hours doubled that number. But it didn't matter, none of those people were Sam. However, he did know someone who was quite like Sam. Knew someone who was like Sam who almost killed him. His name was Max, and he was psychotic.

Not that Sam hadn't tried to kill him before. There have been times when one or the other have been overtaken, impersonated, you name it. But this was different, this was Sam, and Max was psychotic.

That only began to touch on the concern that Dean had for Sam's new abilities. Dean heaved a big sigh and got up to walk the perimeter. He never did good just sitting around. There's the whole Demon thing and headaches and premonitions. /Crap. Too much, just too much. Why couldn't Sammy just stay Sammy. Dean thought with anguish.

As Dean was contemplating his life and his brother, he stumbled upon Molly in a tree perch. At first, he grabbed for his gun because he couldn't make out who or what it was and thought it might be an intruder. but moonlight appeared from behind the clouds and fell upon her hair and left little doubt after that.

As the cloud continued to disperse, Dean realized why he didn't recognize her in the first place. She was an amazing contortionist. Dean leaned back against the trunk and enjoed the view for a few long moments before he continued the perimeter check. Take your pleasures where you could was one of Dean's mottos. Because you just can't tell when life's gonna start sucking again.

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OOC: Sorry, didn't get home until VERY late last night, and work is nuts. So this is shorter than I'd like. More later if/when I get time.

"Let go of me!" Mary Jane shrieked and struggled against her captors, but it was useless as hands grabbed her and dragged her into the trees, seemingly uncaring that she was nine months pregnant. "Help! May!"

May launched off a branch into the trees after them, but the darkness seemed to swallow her, distorting and twisting and making it impossible to see where they had gone. She could still hear her mother screaming, but it came from all around her. When she finally landed in the next open clearing, the screams had stopped. There were no tracks, no trails, no markers to indicate where she was or where they'd gone.

"Where is she?" She turned, and suddenly her father was there, staring at her in horror. "Why didn't you stop them?"

"I--I--" May stammered.

"How could you? I didn't let you wear the costume so you could screw up like this!"

"Dad, please--" /Wait a second, that doesn't sound right.../

May opened her eyes and found herself staring at Chris, who was sleeping against a tree and oblivious to her thrashing in her sleep. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head. She didn't remember dozing off, but it can't have been long since Molly was nudging Jon awake for the next shift. Since she'd volunteered for third watch, that meant she had another hour. Unless she'd slept through several rotations. Which would figure, given her track record so far.

Scott was sitting by the Doctor, who was still out for the count. May sighed. She knew, logically, that she could not have stopped the projectile with her hands full, and she couldn't have predicted what was going to happen, but she still felt bad about it.

She spotted Sam then, sitting a bit apart from the others and intently focused on his carving. Dean was probably on his way back for the changing of the guard. She wondered if Dean had gotten the chance to tell Sam about her yet.

He looked pretty focused on what he was doing, but he was still up, neither of them were on watch and there was at least a chance of a semi-private conversation now. "Hey," she greeted quietly. "Got a sec?"

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Light footsteps approached, prompting Sam to look up from his carving. "Hey. Got a sec?" May asked.

"Yeah, sure," Sam smiled genuinely. (Leave it to Dean to befriend a gorgeous, superpowered mutant,) he thought. May's agility, strength, and stamina were impossible to ignore, at least on the Isle of Weird. As much as he wished that she hadn't gotten caught in the demon's spell, Sam was glad she was there. He trusted his brother's allies. From what the others had said, on the island allies were more important than ever.

May gracefully sat down on the grassy jungle floor. "Can't sleep?" Sam prompted.

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"Not for lack of trying," May answered as she sat down again and rubbed her face with her hands. "Ugh. I think my subconscious is out to get me."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. So what's up?"

"Well, uh... I can't really think of a non-awkward way to ask this," May admitted. "Did Dean get a chance to tell you how we really met? And about my, uh, side job?" She made a face at her choice of words, absently toying with a bit of fabric on her wrists. The strips were getting loose; she needed to either secure them or re-wrap them soon.

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Sam grinned, wondering what May was hiding with the strips of fabric. She hadn't been wearing them yesterday. "Yeah, he caught me up on how you two met. That's a hell of a side job you've got. The pay's probably not too good, but at least you don't have to worry about what to wear."

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OOC: I could wrap this up, but this had to be addressed re: Mayday's many wardrobe malfunctions in SG canon.

May nearly laughed out loud at that, but sensing the need for quiet, she tried to stifle it and let out a snort instead. Sam looked surprised. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, I -" She recovered, shaking her head. "You have NO idea how wrong you are about that. I've had the worst luck with, uh, wardrobe."

"This is something Dean's going to want to hear, isn't it?"

She turned bright red and lowered her voice. "No, not THAT bad, thank God. But I've learned the hard way that you do NOT put spandex in the dryer. Ever. Dad wouldn't let me live it down for weeks."

Actually, maybe Dean WOULD have wanted to be around then, considering she'd been literally coming apart at the seams. But she didn't mention that.

Dean chose that moment to pass by. "What are you two lovebirds talking about?"

"Oh, nothing," May replied innocently. Not that she expected him to buy it.

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Molly had hated her uselessness when the trap had been sprung. And Scott was far better at handling the one injury from it. Molly had no clue how the herblore she knew would interact with an alien system. About 75 percent of what she knew was applicable to both human and elf. But the other 25 percent had possible fatal consequences. When in doubt, don't.

So she had taken to the trees, like May. But while Molly had flawless balance and the reflexes and flexability of an acrobat, May far outstripped her in stanima, strength and the ability to leap much further than Molly ever could.

Once again she felt useless.

She was also tired. The energy she gave Scott, and now she was so thankful she had, had made it seem like she'd been hiking longer than she had.

She had volunteered for first watch because once she slept, she wasn't going to be very good until they were up and moving again. She was too pooped to even pull the 'you don't see me' glamorie over her.

She did some long stretches in her tree perch, to keep her muscles from cramping after all day of pushing them. Her senses were alert, and she kept her eyes and ears pen. Once the stretches were done she pushed for range of motion. Laying belly down on the limb she archerd her back, pulling her legs up, over her own body. The stretch of muscle burned, but it was a good burn. She strained as she bent her knees, forming a C shape with her chest pressed to the limb, her toes pointed to her head.

Holding the pose for a few moments she began another series of acrobatic stretches and contortionist movements, working muscles not used during the hike. The movements keeping her awake and alert.

Below Sam and Scott were speaking. She could see the lights on the metal disk sitting on the Doctor's wound. The blue lights traced counterclockwise and a green glow eminated from beneath it.

The man hadn't been kidding. He was not breathing. He lay still as death, and had even taken on a bluish grey tinge before the dark had descended.

Hey, if he was going to get frosty maybe they could pile their water around him and have it nice and cold in the morning. She gave herself a mental slap for that line of thought.

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Molly judged her hour over and tapped Jon for his turn at watch.

She ate some smoked deer strips and a bruised apple before downing most of a bottle of water.

Scott was still sitting next to the Doctor.

"It's kinda freaky." She commented as she touched the alien's forehead, intending to check hiis temperature.

He wasn't frosty, but he was damn cold. The lack of breathing and temperature would definately make someone think he was dead. Maybe he was. How were they to know until he did or didn't wake up in the morning.

She took the man's leather jacket and ruined knit shirt and cut the shirt, getting a clean spot. "He rarely takes this damn thing off, no matter the temperature."

She used the remainder of her water to wet the shirt and began wiping the blood off the leather.

"This isn't any leather I know. Why am I not suprised? But the lining may stain." She finished her small contribution and stuck her finger through the front hole in the shoulder. "Can't fix this here and now though."

She folded the jacket back up and moved closer to the main group that were sleeping on the cold ground. She lay down on the dry leaves and used her arm as a pillow before falling into an exhausted sleep.

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Molly's gentle shake on his shoulder was all it took to rouse Jon - he'd been sleeping with one ear open - but he was still feeling antsy after the trap and didn't stop for long, disappearing into the trees after a quick nod of thanks. Knowing each other's secrets didn't make him any less of a grouch, though he should probably apologize in the morning. Or something.

He took his time over checking the perimeter, scowling a little at the quiet conversationalists but knowing that their voices wouldn't carry far enough for it to matter. There were louder snorers in this group, though not by much, and the cicadas covered most of that noise. If they shut up, he'd get worried.

Jon continued his walk, waving lightly to Dean across the slumbering bodies. A quiet watch was a long watch, even if it was just for an hour, but that was just how he liked them.

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Who's after Dean? He needs to wake someone up.

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Blaise will go next.

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Dean was getting doggone tired. It was Blaise's turn at the watch. Dean walked over to the main group and passed May and Sam talking quietly. "What are you two lovebirds talking about?" Dean asked with a grin, half-curious, fully-exhausted. He made it over to Blaise and went down on his haunches. "Blaise, yo, time to wake up. It's your watch."

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Blaise woke to Dean crouching beside him announcing his turn on watch.

"Of course it is," Blaise muttered. He sat up, then got to his feet and stretched. "All quiet, I take it?" he asked.

"Yep," Dean said. "It was the best kind of watch--boring."

"I hear that," Blaise said. He leaned over to pick up his pack and the P90. He gave the weapon a quick once over to verify that it was clean and functional, then nodded to Dean. "I have the duty," he said. "You're relieved."

Dean grinned at the formal statement. "I sure am."

Blaise dug into his pack and pulled out a banana. He ate it as he walked around the perimeter. He hadn't bothered to eat earlier, he'd just picked out a nice spot to sleep and sacked out for a couple of hours before his turn on watch. Why eat when he could sleep? He could eat when he had to be awake anyhow.

It was a quiet watch. Blaise paused for a minute during each circuit of the camp to marvel at Molly's approach to sleeping in a tree. It looked painful to him, but she seemed comfortable enough. Eventually it was time to turn over the watch to the next guard.

Blaise nudged his successor awake. "You're up."

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Waking easily was not a problem for Faith. Going to sleep had been, but she'd taken one of the later watches with the knowledge that she could ride the wakefulness into morning and the hike beyond.

She grinned wickedly - and teasingly - at Blaise. "Damn. I could get used to being woken up by a stud with a gun. Too bad you've got that marriage thing going on." Giving him a wink, she sprang easily to her feet.

"You don't need a weapon?" Blaise asked. She knew that he wasn't offering her that wicked ass gun, just inquiring.

"If it comes to needing a weapon, we're already in trouble," Faith told him. "Besides, I do better hand-to-hand and up close and personal, ya know?"

"I'll bet you do," Blaise smirked.

Faith wandered the perimeter of the camp, noting Molly sleeping in the tree, and the rest of the camp in various positions and at various locations. Scott had finally fallen asleep by the Doctor, and though he volunteered to keep watch after her, Faith seriously debated waking him. It was real easy to see that Scott was exhausted.

(Being worried sick about his honey probably doesn't help matters any.)

Doc and Scott needed the most sleep, so Faith let the latter have it, assuming that she couldn't wake the former anyway. She watched longer than she should have; her stamina and alertness wouldn't be hindered by doing such, no matter how far they had to walk tomorrow morning.

Finally, she went to turn over the guard. "Wakey, wakey. Time to watch our asses and scream really loud if the bad guys come."

[OOC: I didn't know who was left to take a turn, so y'all can play it like you want. If there's someone who hasn't watched yet, then Faith will skip Scott and wake whomever was supposed to watch after him. Probably will annoy Scott, but ... it's Faith .]

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The sharp smell of antiseptic hung thickly in the white-walled passage. Sam, May, and Dean had closed the door to the small examination room with the comatose bodies and all of the blood behind them. One of the bodies was that of a dark-skinned young woman who, if she hadn't looked like hell, would have been pretty. Based on the descriptions of the kidnapped women, the young woman was most likely Ami. The same Ami that Scott insisted was in the other direction.

"This is a whole new kind of creepy," Dean muttered softly.

The three crept down the hall, stopping before they reached the corner it turned to the left. Holding his .45 ready, Sam peeked around the corner.

The gorgeous -- if blood-encrusted -- blonde who slapped one hand on his chest was the last thing he'd expected.

Sam's cry caught in his throat. Then he couldn't feel his throat, or anything else for that matter. The woman's blue eyes locked with his. "Wakey, wakey. Time to watch our asses and scream really loud if the bad guys come."

Darkness fell abruptly as a hand clamped over his mouth. Another pinned his shoulder to the ground. "Yo, Sammy, chill. It's Faith. You're only s'posed to scream if the bad guys find us. Or if we're takin' a tumble." She leered the last.

Sam recognized Faith and the surrounding night-dark jungle. He was gasping, and his head hurt again. He nodded in acknowledgement of Faith's words. She eyed him skeptically. "You alright for watch?"

Sam sat up, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. Gimme a minute. Nightmare." (Or another goddamned vision,) he added silently.

By the time he'd gulped down a bottle of water and armed himself, Sam's headache had faded to a dull ache. He nodded at Faith. "Okay. Get some rest." He paced to the perimeter, resolving to tell Dean about the possible premonition in the morning.

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Do we have ebil planned for this night, or are we just clocking in and out for the most part?

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I might - but it's going to hinge entirely on whether or not I get more than 10 minutes free time to sit down and piece something together. Has it been decided who set that earlier trap at all (the Others? Dharma? Sounds more like the former)?

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That would have been one of Danielle's traps. Dharma sticks to technology and the Others (thus far) haven't set any traps. So, I'm playing it like it was Danielle's.

And I don't have any ebil planned for the group. Actually, we can get this thread moving, it just hinges on what's happening with the tunnel/pillar guys, but I'm too stupid to understand exactly what's supposed to happen, so the thread's hanging a bit until someone can unstupid me.

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((Lacking any further Ebil plans, we forge ahead...))

An hour before dawn the Doctor's body temperature began to rise, and he would take intermittant breaths, slow and shallow, barely noticed. By the time the pre-dawn light filtered through the overhead canopy his eyes flickered open and he sat up.

He removed the dermal regenerator and checked the area he could see. A puckered, red scar was visable. The actual damage was healed. It was vaguely sore, and he was going to have to work on range of movement. Luckily it was his left arm, not his dominant side. His shoulder was going to be stiff, and sore for at least a few days.

He looked about to see everyone but the two guards on shift sleeping. Right. Good night then.

He nudged Scott awake as he reached for his ruined jumper and jacket.

"Wakey, wakey. Time for a quick re-fuel and then we move. If we're really lucky we'll get there before noon."

Shit. Someone had cut up his jumper. Okay, so it was stiff with crusted blood. What did they use it for? They better not have tried to cut up his jacket.

He found it folded, and pretty much cleaned off. The lining was a bit damp, and stained, but someone had removed all the blood they could.

He grinned then shrugged it on. That was better. Who'd done that, hmm?

Camp was stirring, but no one was giving any immediate clues.

Right. They had some ladies to rescue.

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Jon woke up early, courtesy of a beetle running across his face, and snorted when he saw how few others were awake. At least they were all still present, if not correct.

There was a cluster of papaya trees nearby, their fruit far more plentiful than most he'd seen since the crash - the survivors had been hungry - so he gave the Doctor a wave and set out to find breakfast. Those awake on his return would be congratulated with a ripe fruit at their side; those asleep would probably get one too.. along with a little something to encourage open eyes.

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Chris yawned as he got up. He'd had a feeling that he'd be needed soon, so he had been sure to both sleep well and eat well the previous night. All he had to do was get some breakfast this morning, so if he was needed for some rapid transportation, he'd be ready and full of energy.

He did a little exercising to get ready to go, because he still wasn't big on sleeping on the ground and felt a bit stiff. He just hoped they got to the kidnapped women soon.

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May woke up for the fifth time that night, and instinctively rolled over to try to go back to sleep... and then realized it was morning. Oh.

She sat up blearily, casting about to confirm that she had been using her backpack as a pillow (it was there) and started stretching out her stiff muscles. Maybe she should have stuck to sleeping in trees.

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"Wakey, wakey. Time for a quick re-fuel and then we move. If we're really lucky we'll get there before noon."

Scott groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. The Doctor was alarmingly awake for a man-- er, alien, with a hole in his shoulder. That thought and Scott's empty stomach got him to pry his eyes open.

Sitting up, Scott stretched experimentally. He was stiff and sore, but felt less wrung out than he had the previous morning. The Doctor seemed much better, too. He decided to give the Time Lord a few minutes before asking to check on the wound.

Instead Scott peered around for Molly, who'd somehow given some of her energy to him the previous day. The redhead was curled up like a cat in a tree, slowly blinking her blue eyes open. Scott strode over to her. "Morning," he grinned. "Sleep well?"

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"Dean, get your brother out now! Get him out NOW!" Dean heard his father, felt the weight of his baby brother in his hand, but he was scared, so very scared. Mom...what was she doing on the ceiling? Why was there so much blood? The smoke, the fire, it was so hard to think. Why wasn't Dad coming? Then Dean's father pushed Dean, roughly, to the stairwell and Dean moved...

and jerked awake at Sam was nudging his shoulder.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. Well, in your case, maybe not so much on the 'beauty'. Time to get up."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up." Dean was grumpy. He never was a morning person.

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Molly patted the tree limb she was perched on. "Like a log." Her eyes danced with humor. "When this is over I may sleep a full day through. But for now, adrenaline is a good thing."

She jumped down, landing gracefully on her feet.

"For our breakfast pleasure, we have slightly mashed bannanas, bruised apples and oranges, some smoked deer and rabbit, and fresh blueberries, if you care to pick them yourself." She pointed to a bush to the right. "Which is another very odd thing about this place. These fruits and nuts should not be ripe at the same time."

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Dean passed Molly to get to the blueberries. "Not only that, but they shouldn't even be growing here in the first place. Blueberries aren't exactly a tropical fruit. Always hear of *Maine* blueberries, never *South Pacific* blueberries." He threw caution to the wind and blueberries in his mouth. "Taste good at least."

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Scott helped himself to a handful of the blueberries as well. "These are good," he agreed. To Molly he said, "I'm not going to look a gift breakfast in the mouth." After Dean had wandered a few feet way Scott decided to satisfy his curiosity. "I'm glad you're feeling better today, Molly. How did you help me yesterday? Was it magical healing?"

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"It's the temporal bubble confusing the growing cycles. It will have those kinds of effects on anything inside its parameters. It isn't dangerous, but it confuses the systems." The Doctor ate a semi-mushed bannana.

"The other plants are obviously introduced, and the introduced plants are all food sources, I noticed." Molly grabbed a few blueberries. "Maybe for the first group of subjects." Molly noticed the looks she garnered from that.

"Oh, come on. You don't think the Others swam here. We know we were all brought here for some unknown reason. Those people have been here for a while."

The Doctor nodded. "Most likely either a failed attempt or they served their purpose and were left to their own devices. If thet's what they're planning on doing to us... or the women, then we're going to turn the tables."

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"Hell yeah, we are," Faith agreed as she popped a few berries into her mouth. "They have no idea who they're fucking with."

"Eloquently stated," Molly smiled.

Faith shrugged, "I never was the sort who stood on ceremony, ya know?" She looked around their group consideringly. "I mean really, either the big bad is totally fucked in the head, or just plain dumb, or they've got a huge kick ass trump card that they ain't played yet. Experience tells me that they're just doing the typical - confuse the hell out of the vicks, and take advantage.

"Stupid, 'cause we clearly ain't your normal vicks. A bunch of normal John Does would probably be crapping their pants and squeezing their eyes shut, but that's not most of us. How do y'all think the normies are handling it?"

"Are you saying that we're not normal?" Jon asked.

Faith leveled a look at him.

"Speak for yourself. I'm normal."

"Haven't we all been over this already with Daniel? Ain't not a one of us here normal. You may not be an alien or a psychic, but dude, you got some serious take charge, kick ass knowledge been in the shit before attitude and mojo goin' on, all right? I think that everyone here - except our friendly, helpful and cool resident noobs know that. We all got something that's *different* or *special* and that's why we're here."

"I'm normal," Blaise declared, "Just a marine sargeant."

"Who has seen a helluva lot of shit or you wouldn't just take it in stride and keep going. 'Sides, I know all 'bout some soldier boys who were knee deep in some serious weirdness, fucked one of 'em, well sorta," Faith paused, pushing aside the memory of her time with Riley while in Buffy's body. "Anyway, I'm not falling for that 'just a soldier.'

"Just brings me right back to what I was sayin' anyway," Faith gave a wicked grin, "The Big Bad really fucked up this time. We're gonna hit so hard and so fast that they're not even going to know we were coming."

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OOC: Sorry, was MIA most of yesterday. Took me a while to decide whether or not May would bring this up without knowing about Sam's premonition, but given that I was actually thinking about it earlier and with the whole trust issue, I figured she would. If you DON'T want anyone to consider this til it's too late, let me know and I'll repost.

After stretching and grabbing a banana and some water - and hopping up into the trees to check for anything new on the horizon - May dropped down again in time to hear Jon and Faith arguing about normalcy.

She actually didn't think Jon was normal at all, but held her tongue about that. He probably had good reasons to insist that he was an ordinary guy, and she understood that enough to respect it.

What did catch her attention was Faith's comment about "the noobs" - namely herself, Dean and Sam. It brought to mind something she'd been stewing over the previous day, but had forgotten about it in the wake of the Doctor's injury. "Speaking of 'the noobs,'" she interrupted, "I thought of something. If we actually find the ladies first, and we have to split up, maybe Dean and Sam should go with some of you and I should go with another group of people they'll recognize."

"Hey, nobody's said anything about splitting up," Jon said, seeming grateful for the change of topic.

"Doesn't mean we won't have to," May said. "The whole trust argument the other day got me thinking. Say Dean or Sam or I get split off from the group and stumble on one of them first by dumb luck? I don't think they'd believe we were there to help. I know I wouldn't."

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"I don't think I would either," Jon agreed, glad that she'd brought the idea up before anyone else had to. Sam might play along, but he doubted that Dean would otherwise.

"Time to go!" the Doctor called out, far more cheerily than anyone with a recent shoulder injury should. "That horizon's got a cup of tea with my name on it." He frowned slightly. "I hope it's PG Tips. Hmm. Come on!"

Jon choked on his last piece of papaya, but scrambled up all the same. Tea? Crazy time-traveling aliens liked tea? What next, cricket?

He took a spot behind a thoughtful Molly and eyed her bow, grinning. The temptation to nickname her Legolas was greater than ever, but he didn't rate his chances of survival too highly.

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After he'd washed up in a nearby stream Sam found his brother sitting near the remains of the campfire. He was untying the corners of one of the garish shirts Adam had given them, revealing a sizeable quantity of small, dark berries. (Blueberries?) As unlikely as that seemed, Dean was eating them, so they couldn't be too bad.

Sam sat beside Dean, offering some of the smoked venison and rabbit he'd grabbed from last night's dinner. "Berry picking, Dean? How manly."

"Bite me," Dean grumbled, taking the rabbit meat.

"Aww. Big brother needs his coffee."

Dean smacked him in the back of the head. "Surprised you're not crying for herbal tea, you pansy."

Sam chuckled, tearing off some of the venison with his teeth. Either he was that hungry, or the deer meat was exceptionally good.

After eating in silence for a few minutes Sam quietly told Dean about the nightmare he'd had. "I don't know if it was a premonition," he concluded. "Not sure if we should tell the others."

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As the main group started getting ready to go, May noted Dean was still talking with Sam, and whatever his brother was saying, Dean actually looked worried. And anything that disturbed Dean visibly was probably not minor.

No one else had noticed, they were too busy striking camp and getting their things together She grabbed her backpack and approached the brothers. "What's going on?"

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"What's going on?"

Dean would like to know the answer to that question even more than May did.

"Sammy's hear had a dream. Sometimes...mosttimes...they come true. We're trying to decide if we should tell the others. I say, 'yes', except for Scott and Locke. They may not be able to handle knowing how badly their girlfriends are in trouble. Maybe we should get another opinion from some of the others?"

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Just to let you all know, Sam's nightmare doesn't have to come true. Mostly I wanted to have him have a creepy dream.

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Oh, I thought that Sam's dream was a visualization of what was happening with the ladies at the current time. The blood splattered wall (from Sakai's demonstration of Daisy's healing abilities), Ami's comatose body ('cause she's having an out of body experience right now), the other bodies (ditto on the out of body). That was my interpretation of it so I thought it had *already* come true :)

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That was my interpretation of it so I thought it had *already* come true :)

Oops. Let me clarify. Sam saw the blood-spattered wall, Ami's body, Daisy, etc. That part that doesn't necessarily have to come true is Dean, May, and Sam stumbling upon Daisy.

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That part that doesn't necessarily have to come true is Dean, May, and Sam stumbling upon Daisy.

But, wouldn't that be oh-so-much fun?

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Oh, it would be. *cackles* I just don't want to railroad the game in any particular direction.

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It would be, and it would FIGURE - I was more concerned about May coming out with the concern of them not knowing the kidnapees post-premonition-that-she-didn't-know-about. Doesn't mean they won't get split off from the group anyway...

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The three decided that it would be best to tell the Doctor, who clearly led the group, about Sam's dream. "What if he doesn't believe you?" May asked.

Sam shrugged. "Scott says he's psychic. Plus, the guy sucked moisture out of the air during his healing trance overnight. I think he's used to weird."

"Wow, Sam. Puttin' those Stanford smarts to work, huh?" Dean smirked. Sam rewarded him with a punch in the arm.

OOC: Can't finish this up right now. Sam's going to tell the Doctor about his dream while they're on the move. purplerhino, please NPC Sam as necessary.