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crossing_lostrpThe 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.
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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OOC - Jack and Rodney
Date: 2006-08-24 05:04 pm (UTC)Re: OOC - Jack and Rodney
Date: 2006-08-24 05:11 pm (UTC)Perhaps he figured we wouldn't actually keep him?
Re: OOC - Jack and Rodney
Date: 2006-08-24 07:34 pm (UTC)