crossing_lostrp | [Scott] Day 20 (morning): Back to Reality (open tag)

The heavenly aromas of coffee, bacon, and eggs gradually roused Scott from a deep sleep. (Ami's making breakfast,) Scott thought muzzily. Something about that wasn't right, though. Eventually he realized what: Ami couldn't be making breakfast because she was curled up beside him.

Grinning, Scott hugged his wife closer. Ami stirred slightly, sighing contentedly. Nevertheless a sense of wrongness nagged at him. Scott tried but failed to open his eyes. (Why am I so tired--)

"Yes, Dr. Jackson, I was going to start another pot of coffee!"

(McKay?) The man's voice was like nails on a blackboard, which helped Scott claw his way to consciousness.

"'Save the world. Make more coffee.' I have to do everything around here," McKay groused. His voice was somewhat muffled, as well as the sounds of cabinets opening and closing and water running from a faucet.

The past few days' events rushed back to Scott. He groaned, which made Ami whimper slightly. /It's all right,/ he soothed. Her emotions evened out as she calmed. The fact that he felt anything at all from her was a good sign. (She's recovering. Sleeping, not comatose. Thank god.)

Scott carefully untangled himself from Ami, glancing around as he did so. They were still on a mattress in a corner of the cafeteria. Since the bunker was underground he couldn't tell if it was day or night. Judging from how hungry he was -- and how badly he had to pee -- Scott figured he'd been out for a long while.

After making sure that Ami was stable and sleeping soundly, Scott stiffly got to his feet. "Good morning," someone said.

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Sounds, voices, words, feelings all whispering across her mind. Ami moaned softly, turning away from the distractions, the things that threatened her sleep. The voices came and went, rose and ebbed; smells permeated her senses and feelings were all around her. She shifted in her sleep, muttering softly, pleading for quiet.

She moved again. Empty. Alone. Something was missing. Scott. Where had Scott gone? He'd been there and now she couldn't feel him next to her. Panic rose, her mind reaching out desperately even in her sleep until she felt him, found him. Close, not physically close, but there in the back of her mind, a part of her awarenss. Just like everything should be.

Ami relaxed a bit, frowned in her sleep, wrinkled her nose.

Too much stimulation. Smells, sounds, movement, feelings.

Psychically, she stirred. Physically, her body resisted.

She rolled onto her side with a faint murmur.

Discomfort and panic surged across Scott's link with Ami. He froze with a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth, relieved that her panic only lasted for a moment. Although Scott returned love and reassurance, Ami's unease continued.

"Are you all right?"

It took Scott a moment to figure out who'd spoken: John. He'd earned the attention of everyone else at the table, too. Now that Ami was safe and things had settled down, Scott was less than comfortable with everything he'd revealed in the past few days. "Yeah. I just... need to check on Ami."

Scott set down his fork and walked to the corner where Ami lie. He sat beside her, smoothing her hair and wondering what had disturbed her sleep. Through his touch he could tell that nothing had changed physically. /You're safe, love. Sleep now. I'm right here./

May was looking over at Scott and Ami with concern. She looked back at the table, realizing they were sitting and eating breakfast only a few feet away. It seemed... kind of inappropriate.

"You sure we want to have a briefing here?" she asked Daniel. "At least, not someplace where somebody's trying to recuperate?"

Dean followed his nose to the cafeteria and found a small assemblage already there drinking coffee and eating breakfast. He passed by Sam and clapped him good-naturedly on the shoulder. "Morning, Bro! Sleep well?" His question was sincere, if a little distracted. Sexy babe or not, he still worried about his brother 24-7.

He was fixing him and Faith breakfast (a fact which Sam noticed with much curiosity) when a small explosion went off in a nearby room.

"What's that?" Dean sounded alarmed.

"It's Tara. It seems her magic is discharging randomly"

"Heh, wow. So that *was* fireworks last night. Cool."

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes.

Dean walked out with 2 cups of black coffee and 2 plates piled high with bacon and eggs deftly balanced in his hands.

"You sure we want to have a briefing here?" May asked. "At least, not someplace where somebody's trying to recuperate?"

Scott glanced back at the table and saw that May was asking Daniel. "No, I'd rather we discuss things here where I can keep an eye on Ami," he interjected. "She's out cold. Will be for a while. After we're done talking I'll move her to another room."

Ami was responding to a combination of Tara's magical mojo and the commotion around her. One or the other wouldn't have disturbed her; both got her psychic hackles up a bit. She's nowhere near fully awake.

I'm caught up in some stuff and am going to be AFK for a bit longer.

That's what I figured. Thanks for the confirmation. :)

It passed.

The uncomfortable pressing in from all sides, the suffocating and distracting stimulus faded away beneath a gentle touch and a flow of warmth and love.

(Scott,) her mind registered. She rolled into his touch, focused on his presence and clung to that, ignoring everything else.

/Safe./

She settled back into a healing slumber.

[Scott] Day 20 (morning): Back to Reality (open tag)

[Ami] Sleep Interrupted (open tag)

[Scott] Sleep Interrupted (tag Ami, open)

[Mayday] Sleep Interrupted (tag Scott, Daniel, open)

[Dean] Sleep Interrupted (tag open)

[Scott] Sleep Interrupted (tag May, Daniel, open)

OOC: Just an FYI

Re: OOC: Just an FYI

[Ami] Sleep Interrupted ([no tag])