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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.
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
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] Sleep Interrupted (tag open)

Date: 2006-08-25 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com
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.

OOC: Just an FYI

Date: 2006-08-25 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
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.

[Ami] Sleep Interrupted ([no tag])

Date: 2006-08-25 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
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.

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