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crossing_lostrpWith 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."
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[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-08-28 02:20 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-08-28 05:00 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-08-28 05:45 pm (UTC)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)
Date: 2006-08-28 06:35 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2006-08-28 09:30 pm (UTC)