Molly was looking at the new girl with suspicion. After all, they had just taken this place. The chances of a new arival being benign were not favorable. At least not until they cleared the walking lie detector and the security people.
Then the wave hit. It felt like a strong static charge to Molly, hitting like a wave. Imediately there were shouts and cries of disgust, outrage, anger and apparently laughter.
Rose was flailing and lifting up from her chair. The Doctor had been holding her hand and tried to pull her back, but he was starting to drift upwards to, a look of suprise on his face that would have been funny if he didn't immediatly look worried then angry. He was very frightening when he was angry.
Ripley, who looked like she'd fallen into a paint spill, had vaulted over the table and managed to grab both of them and was pulling them back downward. She had amazing reflexes.
The rest of the room was in chaos as well.
"Oh Daana... Tara." Molly looked wildly about.
Okay, Dean's hair was funny. Rodney's mouth was flapping and as far as she could tell, she wasn't hearing him babble. Daniel was trying to gain some semblance of control of the situation and calm everyone down.
May was looking like a glittery purple swamp thing.
"I'm going to check on Tara." Molly turned to Scott, but he was missing.
Jon was looking at his hands with his mouth hanging open. Molly gawped. He was... the guy in the photo. He looked in his late fourties, early fifties. But his clothing all fit. She reached out and touched his hair. No, not short and military cut as it appeared but longer and fuller.
"It's an illusion. Not real." She tried to assure him.
"You're singing... er... not speaking English." He looked at her somewhat amused.
Nice recovery time.
Molly turned and ran out the door. Her sneakers squeeked against the floor as she turned into the room she had shared with Tara last night. Tara was in a hospital bed, with an IV line keeping her hydrated. She looked pale and worn and as burned out as Molly felt.
Okay, no time like now.
Molly took Tara's innert hand and concentrated. She opened herself, like she did when a storm, or powerful natural event occured, and instead of mentally pushing... she PULLED.
She felt it. A tide of magic flowing up from Tara, through her own hands, which BURNED from the surge, arcing up her arms in flooding her body. The magic was glorious, filling her, energizing her cells, enhancing her senses, and throwing her into an excruciating wave of agony and extacyall at once.
Her body jerked and she cried out before crumpling to the ground, unconscious. But her color had returned. Her hair was bright and vibrent again, and she actually seemed to glow from within.
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[Molly] Oh crap... (open)
Date: 2006-08-26 01:54 pm (UTC)Then the wave hit. It felt like a strong static charge to Molly, hitting like a wave. Imediately there were shouts and cries of disgust, outrage, anger and apparently laughter.
Rose was flailing and lifting up from her chair. The Doctor had been holding her hand and tried to pull her back, but he was starting to drift upwards to, a look of suprise on his face that would have been funny if he didn't immediatly look worried then angry. He was very frightening when he was angry.
Ripley, who looked like she'd fallen into a paint spill, had vaulted over the table and managed to grab both of them and was pulling them back downward. She had amazing reflexes.
The rest of the room was in chaos as well.
"Oh Daana... Tara." Molly looked wildly about.
Okay, Dean's hair was funny. Rodney's mouth was flapping and as far as she could tell, she wasn't hearing him babble. Daniel was trying to gain some semblance of control of the situation and calm everyone down.
May was looking like a glittery purple swamp thing.
"I'm going to check on Tara." Molly turned to Scott, but he was missing.
Jon was looking at his hands with his mouth hanging open. Molly gawped. He was... the guy in the photo. He looked in his late fourties, early fifties. But his clothing all fit. She reached out and touched his hair. No, not short and military cut as it appeared but longer and fuller.
"It's an illusion. Not real." She tried to assure him.
"You're singing... er... not speaking English." He looked at her somewhat amused.
Nice recovery time.
Molly turned and ran out the door. Her sneakers squeeked against the floor as she turned into the room she had shared with Tara last night. Tara was in a hospital bed, with an IV line keeping her hydrated. She looked pale and worn and as burned out as Molly felt.
Okay, no time like now.
Molly took Tara's innert hand and concentrated. She opened herself, like she did when a storm, or powerful natural event occured, and instead of mentally pushing... she PULLED.
She felt it. A tide of magic flowing up from Tara, through her own hands, which BURNED from the surge, arcing up her arms in flooding her body. The magic was glorious, filling her, energizing her cells, enhancing her senses, and throwing her into an excruciating wave of agony and extacyall at once.
Her body jerked and she cried out before crumpling to the ground, unconscious. But her color had returned. Her hair was bright and vibrent again, and she actually seemed to glow from within.