[Ami] Half-Light
Five, maybe six days into her captivity, she'd lost count at the beginning and couldn't be certain, Ami's life fell into a routine: breakfast, shower, "interview" with Ethan, lunch and then an indeterminate stretch where she might be left to her devices, subjected to more blood tests and injections, or drilled and questioned by a clinically cold Asian woman. While Ethan psychoanalyzed her, always under the pretense of making her life "here more comfortable" - and Ami never for one moment doubted that it was pretense - the woman bombarded her with questions regarding her abilities and how far she could stretch them. Unlike Ethan, Dr. Sakai - Ami tricked the dinner nurse, Steph, into revealing the name of the woman on the fourth evening - did not hold the captivity of Ami's friends over her head as a threat, though she did reveal and hint at far deeper and greater knowledge than she should have had regarding Ami and Megabyte, the Tomorrow People in general, Scott, Walt, River and Mara than the woman should have been privy to.
Sakai's questions were concise and direct without subterfuge. When they were not, they were simply confusing and frustrating and often embarrassing.
"Did either of your parents have paranormal abilities?"
"No," Ami repeated the same answer that she'd given the day before and the day before that. "I've told you this before. No, my parents were both perfectly normal."
"Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins?"
"No already! Am I even speaking English?"
"No brothers or sisters?"
Ami folded her arms beneath her breasts and glared at the woman from the pseudo-safety of her bed. She'd long grown tired of answering the same questions over and over again.
Dr. Sakai returned her stare for a long moment. Finally, heaving a sigh, she flipped to another page in her clipboard. "Are you fertile? Have you ever monitored or measured your fertility?"
*That* was new. Ami actually felt herself frown before she could stop it. "I don't know. No. Why would I?"
"Is your partner fertile?"
"What's that got to do with anything? You're holding me here to find out what Scott's sperm count is? Rather have that arse over tit, don't you, then?" Ami learned early on that trying not to name names or identify her fellow survivors and castaways served no practical purpose. Sakai knew the people, and pretending only made the questioning sessions drag onward.
"How often would you say that you and Mr. Hayden engaged in sexual intercourse on a daily basis?"
The question angered her, mortified her and saddened her all at once. It was none of this woman's business, this woman - this pseudo-doctor who held her captive against her will and was keeping her *away* from Scott, didn't have the right to ask such things or to expect an answer. The asking itself reminded her of the ache and emptiness she felt, of the hollow just beyond her senses where Scott should have been, but couldn't be felt.
"None of your bloody business."
"Did you have intercourse the morning before you were brought here?"
"I'm not going to answer that!"
She didn't answer, and those questions were never asked again.
Sakai's questions were concise and direct without subterfuge. When they were not, they were simply confusing and frustrating and often embarrassing.
"Did either of your parents have paranormal abilities?"
"No," Ami repeated the same answer that she'd given the day before and the day before that. "I've told you this before. No, my parents were both perfectly normal."
"Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins?"
"No already! Am I even speaking English?"
"No brothers or sisters?"
Ami folded her arms beneath her breasts and glared at the woman from the pseudo-safety of her bed. She'd long grown tired of answering the same questions over and over again.
Dr. Sakai returned her stare for a long moment. Finally, heaving a sigh, she flipped to another page in her clipboard. "Are you fertile? Have you ever monitored or measured your fertility?"
*That* was new. Ami actually felt herself frown before she could stop it. "I don't know. No. Why would I?"
"Is your partner fertile?"
"What's that got to do with anything? You're holding me here to find out what Scott's sperm count is? Rather have that arse over tit, don't you, then?" Ami learned early on that trying not to name names or identify her fellow survivors and castaways served no practical purpose. Sakai knew the people, and pretending only made the questioning sessions drag onward.
"How often would you say that you and Mr. Hayden engaged in sexual intercourse on a daily basis?"
The question angered her, mortified her and saddened her all at once. It was none of this woman's business, this woman - this pseudo-doctor who held her captive against her will and was keeping her *away* from Scott, didn't have the right to ask such things or to expect an answer. The asking itself reminded her of the ache and emptiness she felt, of the hollow just beyond her senses where Scott should have been, but couldn't be felt.
"None of your bloody business."
"Did you have intercourse the morning before you were brought here?"
"I'm not going to answer that!"
She didn't answer, and those questions were never asked again.