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

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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((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.

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.

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.

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.

"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?"

"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.

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."

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."

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?"

"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."

"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."

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."

"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.

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."

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?"

"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?"

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.

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 :)

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.

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?

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

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...

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.

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

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