[Daniel] Day 20: Getting Back on Task (open tag)

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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."

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[Ami] Rude Awakening (tag Scott, open)

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[OOC: It's not as good as the original, and doesn't *exactly* fit the flow of the scene, but ... meh ... *shrugs*]

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)

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The screaming shattered Isabel's stunned state of mind, and she quickly saw a young black girl had sat up and was screaming over and over, "Scott! Scott! Scott!" The sound was heart-rending, tearing at Isabel's soul until she was convinced the girl had powers. It was getting inside her head, pushing deeper into her brain with each repetition.

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)

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"Who's next?" Scott asked. The Doctor opened his mouth to reply when Ami jolted awake into a full-fledged panic. Scott shuddered from the force of it, barely noticing her cries. After bracing himself for her turmoil he threw their link wide open. /Ami, I'm here! I'm coming. Just hold on. Breathe./

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)

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Scott was here. Scott was back. Everything was all right. Scott was here. Scott was back. Everything was all right. Ami repeated the sentences over and over in her head like a mantra. She was still having trouble focusing and something had tried to get into her head, and she just wanted to open her eyes and have the past week and a half all be a severely bad dream.

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)

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Ami scrambling away from him was the last thing Scott had expected. He caught one of her hands in his, grateful that she was on his uninjured side. "Ami, stop. Come here." Ami shook her head as she hugged her knees. Guilt radiated from her.

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)

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The rational part of Ami agreed with Scott's words. He could help and his help was needed. People she cared about were hurt, and Scott had to help. It was the irrational part wanted to throw her arms around him, cling to him and never let him go. It took a few moments for her to push back the irrational part and nod.

"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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Scott went this way (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/96983.html?thread=3227095#t3227095).