Locke and Alex gaped at the blatant display of power by Tara, Damon, and Molly. Several times Locke had to restrain himself from trying to help his friends. They were floating in mid-air, crackling with energy, and writhing in pain. The primary thing that kept him out of the way with Alex was the fact that he had no idea what to do.
Shortly after the power was restored and the monitors flickered to life, Molly, Tara, and Damon fell unceremoniously to the floor. Locke and Alex checked each of their vitals. Tara was the worst off by far. Her already loose-fitting clothes hung on her. Her cheeks were hollowed, and her lips dry and cracked.
While Alex moved Damon's and Molly's unconscious but stable bodies to more comfortable positions, Locke moved his pack behind Tara's head. He gently lifted the witch so that her head and shoulders were elevated by resting against his backpack. Locke unclipped his canteen from his belt, opened Tara's mouth slightly, and poured a few drops of water on to her tongue. She swallowed out of reflex.
Locke's initial grin quickly faded. He wanted to go to Daisy. He'd seen her on the monitors, beautiful and fierce and determined. He'd seen the black and white image of her blood splattered all over that room, but he was needed here.
"I think they're just sleeping," Alex said softly.
After pouring a few more drops of water into Tara's mouth Locke looked up at the teenager. "Alex, would you do something for me?" She nodded. "Go to the console. See if there's an intercom to the room Daisy's in. She's the blonde with--"
"The grim reaper," Alex supplied, completely unfazed.
Locke smiled momentarily. "Yes. Tell her that I'm -- John -- is in the control room."
Grinning, Alex sprang to her feet and followed orders. Locke liked the kid even more.
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[Locke] Stuck here without you (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-18 02:56 pm (UTC)Shortly after the power was restored and the monitors flickered to life, Molly, Tara, and Damon fell unceremoniously to the floor. Locke and Alex checked each of their vitals. Tara was the worst off by far. Her already loose-fitting clothes hung on her. Her cheeks were hollowed, and her lips dry and cracked.
While Alex moved Damon's and Molly's unconscious but stable bodies to more comfortable positions, Locke moved his pack behind Tara's head. He gently lifted the witch so that her head and shoulders were elevated by resting against his backpack. Locke unclipped his canteen from his belt, opened Tara's mouth slightly, and poured a few drops of water on to her tongue. She swallowed out of reflex.
Locke's initial grin quickly faded. He wanted to go to Daisy. He'd seen her on the monitors, beautiful and fierce and determined. He'd seen the black and white image of her blood splattered all over that room, but he was needed here.
"I think they're just sleeping," Alex said softly.
After pouring a few more drops of water into Tara's mouth Locke looked up at the teenager. "Alex, would you do something for me?" She nodded. "Go to the console. See if there's an intercom to the room Daisy's in. She's the blonde with--"
"The grim reaper," Alex supplied, completely unfazed.
Locke smiled momentarily. "Yes. Tell her that I'm -- John -- is in the control room."
Grinning, Alex sprang to her feet and followed orders. Locke liked the kid even more.