Crossing Lost: Getting Here is the Easy Part

Who: Daniel
Where: ebil!DHARMA
When: Day 24?
Invited: ebil!Ami, ebil!Daniel (invitees to change in the future)
Status: Incomplete

Daniel forced his eyes open and then wished that he hadn't. Daggers of light stabbed his eyes and pain carved its way through his head. His body reacted involuntarily and eyelids fell like shields against the luminous enemy. The darkness was but a faint refuge. Damage done, the sharp piercing in his brain and just behind his eyes continued. Adding insult to injury, his stomach rebelled and with little consideration for his feelings, his dinner exited his body with unnecessary and cruel force which left him coughing, sweating and panting when it was over.

(Kill me now.) Daniel slumped against something soft.

Not yet.

The voice in his head renewed the sharp edges of pain. Daniel groaned, wrestled with a new round of stomach upheaval and then blissfully embraced the encroaching darkness that swallowed him whole.

( Second verse, same as the first )

Who: Faith
Where: Outside the Staff
When: Day 24, Evening
Invited: Kenzaki
Status: Incomplete

Faith enjoyed sparring. She especially enjoyed sparring when her partner could keep up with her and took a lot more than a few punches and kicks to actually bruise. It took a bit of pantomime to get Kenzaki to stop holding back at first and to understand that Faith really could roll with the punches, but once she did they both got quite the workout.

Of course, expending energy in that way, and with such frequent body-to-body contact, by the time they called it quits, Faith's body was gearing up and ready for another type of workout entirely. The fact that Kenzaki was some sort of alien didn't bother her in the least; after all, Buffy banged Angel and while being a great guy, he was pretty much a lifeless corpse.

( Faith is on the prowl. Again. )

Who: Damon
Where: Medical Facility: Claire's Room
When: Day 24, during and after Rallying the Troops
Invited: Claire
Status: Incomplete

Damon excused himself briefly while the meeting continued. He wanted to talk to Claire before he set out – and before anything could trickle back through the grapevine to her. He knocked politely, as always and waited for the entreaty to enter, even though he'd spent all of his time since before Aaron's birth zonked out on the couch in Claire's room anyway. As much as everyone else might consider it his room as well as Claire and Aaron's – because even if he hadn't been telepathic, Damon wasn't deaf – he wasn't going to make any presumptions.

"What'd I miss?" Claire asked. She looked up briefly from where she changed Aaron – again – and gave Damon a smile that made his heart skip a few beats. She tried, but failed to hide her worry. "Is everything okay? Are those bastards back?"

"No, nothing like that. Everything will be fine," Damon wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, trying to ignore the racing of his heart and keep his breathing level. (Christ! I haven't been this nervous since I was a teenager going for second base!) Aaron gave a little whine which helped Damon to take a few calming breaths and bring his nerves under control. As an added precaution against upsetting the infant, he pulled his shields in loosely; it meant sacrificing feeling what Claire was feeling, but at least he didn't have to worry about overwhelming Aaron with nervous anxiety.

( Outting himself when it matters most )

Who: Damon, Ami
Where: Medical Facility (the Staff), laundry room & corridor outside
When: Day 24, early morning
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete

Amazingly enough, Damon discovered that the laundry room turned out to be the quietest place in the bunker. Even with the sloshing of the washer and the hum and buzz of the dryer, Aaron stopped his fussing and quieted right down. Or maybe it was because of the washer and dryer. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I guess it really is all about white noise, huh?" He asked the baby softly as the blue eyes blinked and fluttered. "Well, whatever it takes to get you to rest, and get your Mum to rest too." Damon hopped up on the dryer with the babe cradled against his chest, a feat he never thought that he would have even contemplated attempting, never mind actually managing to carry out, with a few days old baby in his arms.

Stretching out so that he was sprawled over both the washer and the dryer, he carefully positioned Aaron on his chest. Aaron blinked at him, unrefined and jagged emotions rolling away from the baby – confusion or something like it melting into trust.

( Catching up and underscoring denial )