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Crash Landing, TAG: KAY
Posted: Oct 9 2017, 09:20 PM
One moment, Destiny had been twitching her fingers, trying to master the motor skills needed to use her new body, the next moment was the sudden terror that comes from the feeling of free-fall – usually reserved for that semi-conscious state dreams that leave you bolted upright in bed in a near panic. Except this wasn’t a dream, and Destiny could only watch as the ceiling of the room grew further away, her blue eyes open, her mouth finally working open in a scream as she watched the swirling mass of purple closed before her, feeling air rush by her body, as she was seeing sunlit sky, paled turquoise one of the first sights she witnessed through actual eyes, nebulous clouds of puffy white drifting across that field, before the pain of slamming into water pushed what breath she had managed to pull down free from her parted lips, her eyes not even closing as the blue black of the bay closed up around her. Destiny watched helplessly as she sank below the surface, her mind automatically racing to stop herself from breathing down lungfuls of water as she tried to move her limbs, her fingers twitching helplessly as she started to lose sight of the beautiful light she had just seen.
Pain was a new, entirely unpleasant, sensation, radiating through her back and finally out through her limbs, ever nerve-ending seemingly on fire as she strained to move, trying to force those unresponsive limbs to move, anything, as her lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen. Destiny started to see spots in her vision, her fingers finally curling into fists as she finally breathed out, eyes alight with an equal mix of terror and delight as the dancing sway of bubbles returning to the surface to escape their liquid prison. She started to struggle finally, the pain mixing with the feeling of cold, numbing her naked skin forcing her to react finally as connections started to spark, allowing her to move.
Swimming was not something she thought to think about when loading up what she may or may not need in this new life.
She struggled to reach a hand back towards the surface, kicking her legs as much as possible, trying desperately to save herself as fast as she could, her brain screaming at her to fight to live. Destiny didn’t know how her body knew to do it, that wasn’t something she put into the data… the memories in her new brain, but she did, she fought in the water, her limbs getting colder and colder as her body screamed so many warnings in her head to take a breath, that she was going to pass out, things she had never experienced as an AI, all things that she was trying to figure out, all while trying to stay alive and failing miserably. A thought crossed her mind, that at least she got to see the sky for real first, before she started to feel the traces of consciousness fade from her mind, her mouth falling open as her body reflexively gasped for breath, drawing down a healthy measure of water.
Posted: Oct 10 2017, 08:36 PM
TC was out for a run. He had other things to do – like clean up his apartment, do grocery shopping, sleep, for example – and he had a day off from work. Days off should be spent taking care of everything he could not get done while at work. But no, he was out running. Doing anything at his little apartment in Storybrooke was a big no no for him. When he was home, trying to clean up or trying to eat or trying to shower or trying to eat, he ended up flashing back to that day at San Antonio Memorial or the day he lost his older brother, Thad. Then he gets panicky and sweaty and nervous and he can’t focus. So staying home was not an option – not in the least – and he did not feel like eating at Granny’s (not hungry) or going grocery shopping. That left exercise. Exercise always left him feeling better. So he ran and ran and ran and ended up at the dock.
He stopped running at the docks though. He just stopped and started. “Bloody,” he whispered, under his breath as he watched the woman fall from the sky as if out of nowhere. Of course it was not out of nowhere because there was one of those weird portal things in the sky. She had fallen out of it. She had fallen out of it and had fallen into the ocean with a mighty splash and a scream.
As he stripped off his shoes, socks, t-shirt, and sweatpants (he had taken a run in those), he darted towards the water wearing only his boxer shorts. He did not want his clothes to get wet. Wet clothes meant that he’d be pulled under and could drown. That would be a very bad thing, too. At the edge of the water, he dove in with hands over his head and back arched.
He dove and swam and dove deeper. Feeling the need for some air, he broke the surface. Wiping the salt water from his eyes, he searched for the newcomer before he dove again. He lasted a minute, maybe two, before having to come up for another lung full of air. He then saw it – a hand. Swimming over to where TC saw the person, he dove and spying the young woman, the doctor wrapped his arms around her chest.
Kicking his legs, he went to the surface of the water and started to swim towards the shore. “Hey. Hey. Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Just blink if you can, okay?” he instructed, leaning her against him in order to keep her head up. “My name is TC Callahan. I’m a doctor. You’ll be fine. Just stay with me.” He kicked his legs fast and furious and swam to shore with one arm. The other arm was wrapped around the young woman. He held tight to the person. There was no way TC would lose her.
The water was getting shallower. Thank goodness. But he still had to tread to keep both of their head’s above water. “Just a little bit more,” he assured her. “We’re almost there. Just stay with me, okay? Can you hear me?” He would just keep talking. Talking usually kept people awake a little and he needed her to stay semi-conscious at least.
Posted: Oct 12 2017, 06:55 PM
Destiny felt something grab her, her limbs having gone still, she was more dead-weight than help as she felt herself dragged to the surface with what little bit of consciousness she still had command of. Air hit her face, and she could hear a voice, a male voice, speaking to her. Her body reflexively started to cough up the water she had swallowed down, massive, body spasming coughs that hurt almost as bad as the pain that was radiating through her still from her crash landing. Her arms flailed once, going to grip on to the arm that was keeping her above water – she didn’t know why, there was no logic behind it. The male had a strong grip on her, but she instinctively reached out, clung to the arm holding her as if her life depended on it. She felt the water move against her hyper-sensitive skin, overloading her brain even more as she tried to process all the new sensations – pain, fear, relief, dread, air on part of her skin, water on other parts, strings of hair in her face, tickling her nose, the sting of salt water in her eyes. Buoyancy – that was a new sensation, but not one completely unknown – it was akin to the weightlessness of space, almost welcome in a way because it was something familiar.
She understood the words being spoken to her, blinking rapidly to try and clear her eyes of the sting of salt as she felt the heels of her feet start to scrape across sand – not unpleasant or pleasant either. Her nerve endings were already overloaded from the new sensations that this one barely registered right away. Destiny continued to cough, spitting up water still as she felt the ratio of air and water start to shift – she was more in air now than water, and that logically had to be a good thing. She decided it was. She moved slightly, holding to her rescuer still, her breathing starting to clear the spots from her eyes as she went to focus. Colors came back first, the blue of the sky, the greenish color of the water, light, and finally through tears, she focused on her rescuer - browns and peaches coming into focus into a face – definitely male, based off the features. He reminded her slightly of Eli, with his hair. She felt her lips curve into a smile as she let her eyes close back, the stinging sensation starting to fade.
”Thank you…” she breathed, not even registering that the words weren’t in English, nor any human language that she knew – of the several she did know at least. She repeated herself once again, her voice dry, crackly, the sound of a person who probably hadn’t talked in a very long time, if ever. The words felt strange in her mouth, her tongue too large, her teeth in the way. She sounded slurred to herself – why did being alive had to pose such a challenge? Destiny flexed her fingers, forcing herself to speak, clearer, concentrating on the way her mouth should move, the way her tongue should touch first the back of her teeth up top, then drop to her lower jaw. ”Thaaank you” she finally managed, but the concentration and the effort it took was enough to exhaust her almost immediately.
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