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[Daniel] Day 20: Getting Back on Task (open tag)
With things more or less, back to normal, Daniel resumed the briefing minus a few additional bodies. He knew that Molly was tending to Tara, and that May and Chris had presumably gone in that direction as well. Rodney was working on finding a way to dampen down Tara and hopefully the Doctor would be able to provide assistance in that endeavor as well. Faith was assigned to Isabel duty and he trusted that Molly and Chris would be able to keep an eye on May. As helpful as the young woman and the Winchester boys had been thus far, he still wasn't ready to lower his guard completely.
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
[Doctor] Medical response (tag open)
The Doctor had felt a stinging burn at the edge of his right ear as Ripley tackled Boon. He wasn't sure if it had been a bullet or Ripley's blood, but the reflexive action of touching the injury proved his fingers didn't burn. Bullet then, and it would most likely have missed totally had his ears been any smaller.
But Ripley was throttling a screaming Boone now. His eyes had been empty. He had touched and assessed the state of the boy's mind himself, earlier. Shock, trauma, withdrawl. Definately not in any shape to be find a gun and start shooting.
Kenzaki was trying to stop Ripley from killing Boone now, and she was not acting on her human side.
Ripley was an empath, not a telepath. But he might be able to use that connection. It'd hurt for both of them, though.
*Let go.* Oh yeah, acid across his mental pathways. Worse than human telepaths. *Ripley, let him go. He's down. You stopped him.* He used the same 'tone' he's used in battle, commanding troops and Tardis' alike.
Ripley slumped, Pierson arrive and managed to get her off Boone. She was hit, and bleeding, and he felt... helpless. His own gadgets would be destroyed by her blood. He didn't know anything about xenomorph healing. One simply didn't have the luxury of studying a species intent on killing or seeding anything it came across.
"Jon, Baking soda, kitchen. Neutralizes the acid. Messy foam, but can be washed with water." He spotted Rose getting up. "Rose, go with. Avoid any blood on the floor, specially smoking. Bring as much Baking soda as you can and give it to whoever's going with Ripley. Sprinkle it on the floor where she's bled. Tell them to put it on her wounds."
Now on to something else he could do. Damon was down, and Pierson was already at Quinten. Scott's hand was glowing blue. He was tending his own injury. Right, Damon first, then check Scott. George was up and moving, despite her injuries. Handy ability, that.
The Doctor crouched over Damon and checked his shoulder. He lifted him up to check the exit wound. Clean exit, but biggar than the entrance. Oh boy.
[Scott] Medical response (tag the Doctor, open)
"What the fuck?!" Scott gasped when he snapped back to reality. His side burned with pain, Ami screamed in his head, and a tempest of emotion surrounded him. Slapping his shield back up, Scott winced into a sitting position and craned his neck to look at Ami. She tossed and turned on the mattress but seemed physically unharmed. Mentally, though...
Walling off the pain from his side calmed Ami considerably. Since he wouldn't be able to maintain that while tending to the others he narrowed their link to a trickle. After sending Ami a pulse of love and reassurance, Scott turned his attention to the chaotic, bloody scene around him. (So much blood!) It helped him ignore the pain.
The Doctor knelt beside Damon, who seemed to be unconscious. Although Damon's shoulder wound wasn't life-threatening, he was losing a lot of blood.
Scott crawled over to the pair. The Doctor's ear was bleeding; a truly trivial wound in this context. He pushed the Doctor's hands aside and concentrated on Damon's shoulder. The bullet had passed clean through, thankfully. Healing the ruptured blood vessels took about 30 seconds. After he'd finished he met the Doctor's icy blue eyes. "I stopped the bleeding. Who's next?"
[Ami] Rude Awakening (tag Scott, open)
The world ablaze with lights and sound. The world was a cacophony of noise and pain and fear and sorrow, awash with red.
The world was on fire and it hurt.
Retreat within was no longer possible, thousands of pin pricks of pain banged up against Ami's awareness. Thoughts and emotions rolled together to become one, several, many and none, all melted and blended together then broke apart again.
Something was wrong.
/Scott! Megabyte! Help me!/ Ami battled against the darkness, struggled to pull herself from the depths. She had to wake up. She had to get away from the danger, the noise, the pain.
She struggled for her anchor, grasping for it with all that she had in her . . .Scott felt wrong. Cold, distant, empty. Then, winking out and barely there.
Ami bolted upright, fear breaking through sleep like a hammer shattering glass. For a moment, her mind could make nothing of the chaos around her, and she worked desperately to pull all the pieces and bits back together. Scott wasn't there, he wasn't within reach.
Nothing made sense.
Ami screamed his name. Again and again and again, the screams growing louder and more panicked by with each reiteration, her heart racing, her breath growing more ragged until she began gasping for each and every breath.
[Isabel] Somebody get some earplugs (tag Ami, open)
She clutched the sides of her head, grimacing against it, summoning every bit of strength she had to keep the screaming out of her mind. It helped, a little, but it was like trying to hold back a flood. She couldn't stay where she was; she'd have to push back.
With a grunt of effort she pushed at the girl's mind, battering through the telepathic storm which surrounded it, seeking the core where she could dreamwalk and maybe get the girl to calm down.
Almost there, Isabel's mind rebounded off the girl's barriers. She opened her eyes with a gasp and staggered backwards, almost tripping over a chair before she managed to sit in it, breathing fast, heart pounding. She'd never encountered a mind like that before. Not even remotely like that.
[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
Although Scott felt Ami recoil from the stabbing pain in his side, she calmed somewhat. "Doctor, come get me if someone's on death's doorstep. Otherwise I need to calm Ami down. Between her and this--" he nodded at his bloody left hand holding his side "--I can hardly think straight."
Without waiting for a reply Scott hauled himself to his feet and limped over to Ami. He couldn't tell if she actually saw him. Nevertheless, she threw her arms around him when he dropped down beside her. Scott clenched his teeth to hold in a groan as fresh blood oozed from the gunshot wound.
[Ami] The downside of a psychic link (tag Scott, open)
But she knew that wouldn't happen. So, she clung to Scott, desperately, hiding in his presence and his love while a part of her berated her for her weakness. She was stronger this, she was supposed to be stronger than this, bigger than this. She was supposed to be able to hold it together and here she was falling apart.
Ami told herself to let him go, to stop drowning him in her neediness, but the desperate, scared little girl part of her simply wouldn't respond, and instead clung more tightly.
Pain flared and ricocheted across their link and Ami focused externally for the first time in hours. Really and truly focused. She pulled back, seeking the source of Scott's pain with her eyes and her hands, gasped and recoiled when she found it. He was hurt, he was suffering and she was taking everything.
Ami disentangled herself and shuffled away, wrapping her arms around her legs. "Take care of yourself. I'll be all right."
[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
Scott's temper flared momentarily. He was feeling lightheaded; he didn't have time for this. /Come here and help me heal myself./
Ami looked at him, really seeing him, albeit wary and confused. /But I--/
/You can help by concentrating on what I'm doing,/ Scott explained as he connected with his sphere. The blood partially covering it dimmed its pale light. He sighed from the sphere's cool serenity. Ami calmed a bit more as well. She shifted to sit beside him, clutching his hand like a lifeline. Her whirling thoughts slowed enough so that Scott could concentrate on the tissues torn by the bullet.
Repairing the damage took a few minutes. Near the end Scott suspected that Ami actually was helping, but that was something he'd reflect on later.
Once his internal injuries were fully healed and tender, pink scar tissue covered the entrance and exit wounds Scott dropped the connection with his sphere. He was tired but no longer lightheaded or in (much) pain. "Thank you," he told his wife, kissing her forehead. "I need to see to Damon, Quentin, and anyone else injured. Stay here and rest, okay?"
[Ami] All Better Now (tag Scott, open)
"I will," Ami nodded. "You go."
Scott frowned, and cupped her cheek in his hand. Ami closed her eyes and leaned into that touch, drinking in everything about it. It was foolishness, but she couldn't help herself. The phantom fear of abandonment and loneliness simply wouldn't go away.
"I'm not going far," Scott promised quietly. "I'm not going to leave you."
Opening her eyes, Ami turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. She held onto his hand for a moment longer before releasing him. "I know."
(Strong. I have to be strong. I can do this. I won't let them win.)
"Go on, then," Ami told him, "I'm -" She couldn't lie, not to him, and I'm okay wasn't believeable right now anyway. "I'm going to lie down and rest."
"Daniel, shut up," Megabyte's voice rang out from across the room. She was tempted to ask what was going on, anything to distract herself, but realized that she was far more drained than she thought. Now that the crises had passed -- whatever percipitated it -- she really did want to rest a bit.
"Go on," Ami repeated, lying back on the mattress. "You're needed. I'll be resting right here."
(He'll come back, they won't take me away from him again.) Ami reached for the covers, repeating the new mantra in her head.
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