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And it begins.
Sep. 22nd, 2012 12:15 pmShe can't help herself. That's what she'll say later, when they realise that it's the Sphere that caused all this and people getting sucked into it. She'll say that it just sort of stuck itself in her head, just was like a burr stuck to her conciousness. Amy woke up four times, after she'd tried to go to sleep - up and down, up and down, and that's why she found herself, 4AM, in her bathrobe. The hub was dark, and she picked her way past chairs and benches as she peered at it, and where she hadn't before, she could swear that she could see her reflection.
She could swear--
And then it moved. It moved as she looked at it, as her reflection slid from the bottom of the sphere where it belonged, up, up, up until it vanished-- and so did she.
What happened over the next four minutes was for someone other than Amy to say. She was gone, and then she wasn't, laying on the floor some feet away from where she'd started. It was the queerest feeling, that she'd been one place and moment later someplace else. She pushed herself up, turning to look over her shoulder at the sphere-- and she shook her head. "Oh, you'd love this, wouldn't you." She murmured it to herself, clucking her tongue. "See? That's why you need to be here. I get to do all the fun things without you."
She took a deep breath, and stared at the sphere for a few minutes longer, before she pulled out her communicator - she had questions, and didn't quite know who to ask them of. Who to bounce this off of, so she'd not seem mad-- and while Spock came to mind, that was a bridge that was currently a bit covered in scorchmarks. She hesitated, then stuffed her communicator back into the pocket of her robe, frowning. She spoke again, seemingly at nothing. "If there was ever a time that it'd be good if you showed up..." She trailed off, and held her breath for one moment, as if she was waiting for something, to hear something, and then.... nothing.
The station was silent, but for the hum of the engines.
"Alright, then," she said quietly. "Alright."
And then she went back to bed.
She could swear--
And then it moved. It moved as she looked at it, as her reflection slid from the bottom of the sphere where it belonged, up, up, up until it vanished-- and so did she.
What happened over the next four minutes was for someone other than Amy to say. She was gone, and then she wasn't, laying on the floor some feet away from where she'd started. It was the queerest feeling, that she'd been one place and moment later someplace else. She pushed herself up, turning to look over her shoulder at the sphere-- and she shook her head. "Oh, you'd love this, wouldn't you." She murmured it to herself, clucking her tongue. "See? That's why you need to be here. I get to do all the fun things without you."
She took a deep breath, and stared at the sphere for a few minutes longer, before she pulled out her communicator - she had questions, and didn't quite know who to ask them of. Who to bounce this off of, so she'd not seem mad-- and while Spock came to mind, that was a bridge that was currently a bit covered in scorchmarks. She hesitated, then stuffed her communicator back into the pocket of her robe, frowning. She spoke again, seemingly at nothing. "If there was ever a time that it'd be good if you showed up..." She trailed off, and held her breath for one moment, as if she was waiting for something, to hear something, and then.... nothing.
The station was silent, but for the hum of the engines.
"Alright, then," she said quietly. "Alright."
And then she went back to bed.
