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[no_nanomites]

WHO: Ana Lewis, Uhura
WHERE: Lower levels.
WHEN: Sometime after bad stuff happens. Whenever works for you, Kota!
WHAT:: Action Ana! Warden rescue.

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[no_nanomites]

She swore she heard mocking noises back. Deep ones, some in French, some familiar, some with a respirator. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to focus. She saw a flash of something. Someone bleeding through his suit, bleeding and staring at her in complete disbelief, the accusation hanging from lax lips. Nope. Wasn't him. She said, and she pushed past him, shuddering as her arm felt chilled below the sleeve of her stupid dress.

Ana didn't wanna hold up the journal to see the numbers on the doors. When she held up the journal it showed her things she didn't want to see. It showed her Rex dead once more, turned into some sort of horrible zombie looking thing, or it showed her James horribly burnt, the scenes from the zombie port that haunted her nightmare. Ana hadn't been kidding when she had said that this place had made her worse; it had given her nightmares whole new levels of horror.

A flash of light, a little bit and she could see the nurses around her. Ana formed as quickly to the door as she could. Fumbling fingers moved to the door lock, and it took several times before she could fit the key into the slot. Her palms were wet when she turned it and jerked the door towards her. "Uhura, come on. We've got to get out of here."

[lt_n_uhura]

Damp with sweat, her eyes half closed, Uhura seemed a pitiful mess. She did, however, manage to take Ana in when the door opened. Using the wall as support, she hauled herself to her feet and snatched her journal to stow away in a pocket. Her ankle was still throbbing in pain from where she had fallen, but it was only sprained.

"I already did my treatment," she protested softly, not yet recognizing Ana. Her mind instantly told her that it was just another nurse or perhaps a doctor. "I mean...I don't want it again." Putting a hand over her face and rubbing her eyes, she tried not to sound so pitiful.

"Please don't take me there again." That hand on her face went to Ana's shoulder and she looked to her with big, frightened eyes.

[no_nanomites]

Shit. Ana didn't really do the whole caring thing, unless it was Rex and even then look where it had gotten her. She kept impulsively looking behind her, feeling that people were there, that the ghosts were there just waiting for her to let her guard down to grab her again. The fact that Uhura was gabbing the wall for support meant that this was going to be more of a rescue than the Baroness had anticipated, and it was going to be much more difficult as well.

She took a deep breath when Uhura said that she had already done her treatment. Ana wasn't an idiot and she had been paying attention to the sounds that had been going off announcing the different things that had been going on. Damn, apparently things had been just as bad for them down there as the ghosts were making it seem. There was a little shiver of guilt and Ana looked down at her stupid dress; maybe she should have gotten here sooner rather than later.

When the hand went to Ana's shoulder, she blinked, and then she took it quickly. Her voice was slipping into the tones she used to pretend to be nicer to people than she actually was. "Uhura, it's alright. We're getting out of here. I need you to come with me." She looked around, wondering how to manage maneuvering her gun, her journal and Uhura. "Can you walk at all?

[lt_n_uhura]

Ana's voice was sparking something inside of her and she didn't know what it was. A memory...a wiggle of something. Desperately, she looked towards the wall, where the man had been. The man who spoke to her and who she was supposed to remember.

But she didn't want to focus on that now. Instead, she put her foot down on the ground and nodded. "I can walk." It hurt, but it wasn't broken, so she could put a bit of weight on it.

"Where are we going?" She put a hand to the wall and stepped outside of her cell for the first time, frowning as she looked down the dim corridors. This didn't look familiar at all.

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When she said that she could walk, something very much like relief moved over Ana's face, and she nodded. Good, walking was good. She could tell that Uhura didn't seem to know who the hell she was, and this was probably a good thing. She wasn't about to mention to Uhura that she was her inmate when she needed to be trusted.

"We need to find your item and get the hell out of here." Her voice was much calmer than she felt and she looked down at her journal quickly. "It's this way." Of course it wouldn't be back the way she came; it needed to be further into the labyrinth of the basement. "Do you remember what your item is?"

Ana's voice was soft and comforting, because she wanted to keep Uhura calm. "It'll be alright. But I need you to focus. We're going to get back safely." She didn't dare stop moving. If they stopped moving they'd be dead like sharks, swarmed by the spectors that she gleamed out of the corners of her eyes.

[lt_n_uhura]

Uhura nodded vaguely, as if everything around her was happening in a dream, rather than real life. Her lips parted in a sigh, trusting this woman a bit more now, though she didn't exactly realize why. She just knew that the woman knew her...and that was good enough.

"My item?" That word, so vague, could mean anything, and yet she had a specific picture in her mind. "PADD. Like in the movie. That's what I thought." But of course that was crazy, right? It couldn't be real. None of her life was real. It was just a movie.

"But it's not real, is it?" She glanced behind her quickly. "The doctors will come, you know. I can't go with you. I'm going to get in trouble." But she didn't stop walking. Something in her knew that she shouldn't stop walking, no matter what.

[no_nanomites]

For a moment, Ana wondered if this was partially her fault with the comment that Uhura had made about the movie. She took a deep breath and put the thought behind her. Yeah, it wasn't going to do any good to dwell on something like this when they were currently in a combat situation. And it was a combat situation, but rather than Joes, it was the damned ghosts they were fighting; ghosts from their own minds.

"It's real, Uhura. It's real. I'm Ana. It's real. If we stop walking, they're going to get us." The same calmness, and she held her gun out quickly, lighting their way with the journal. A flicker on her right and there it was again, Rex burning. Rex wasn't burning, she reminded herself. She'd just spoken with him and she was fine.

"We need to get away from the doctors and back to the ship. Come on." She took a deep breath trying to steady herself. The air around them was thick with ghosts, and she smelt blood and decay around her. Mustn't think about it, must keep going. "We need to get back upstairs. There are less of them up there."

[lt_n_uhura]

Uhura nodded. "Ana." She repeated the name as if it meant something very special. Something told her that it did and she reached over, taking Ana's hand, almost like a child would. However, there was a very adult like look on her faced that was both determined and afraid. She didn't know what Ana meant by "real" but she knew she could trust her.

The touch on her hand was real. That was reality. She couldn't trust her memories anymore, so all she had was touch. What was around her. The cell was real, the walls were real and now she was sure Ana was real.

"Okay." She didn't even hesitate, though she frowned. "You talked to me already, didn't you? You told me that you were coming?" She was about to add more, but she felt a chill. That meant something bad was going to happen...

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Ana blinked when Uhura reached over and took her hand. She didn't know what to say to that. At all. She wasn't the sort of person who did normal touching, at least not without it being a job, Rex or James. Maybe this was that sort of thing, she decided. Look at it as a job and then things would work out.

So Ana's hand closed around Uhura's giving it a little squeeze, because it seemed the thing to do. When she asked if she had spoken to her, Ana nodded. "I told you I was coming, and here I am." She wanted to run, to tear back up the stairs as quickly as she possibly could. She wanted to know where the hell Rex and James were, and hell, she even would take the Joe Brig over this house of horrors.

"I need you to stay with me now." She said quickly. "There's some scary things going on, and we're going to need to try and.." She swallowed quickly, seeing her father step from the shadows to look disapprovingly at her. The hand on Uhura's tightened a little bit. "We need to stay calm." A hitch in her tone; the words were as much for her as they were for her warden.

[lt_n_uhura]

Uhura didn't like this situation one bit. However, the more frightened she became, the more she seemed to trust Ana. Walking along with her, the squeeze to her hand...it all seemed real. The ghosts and the shadows and the darkness were not real. They were simply...figures there. They were nothing. Wisps of a dream.

And she was starting to remember everything else. The barge, Paddy. Her life that might not have been her life. SHe was so wrapped up in her memories that she didn't not the change in Ana. Refusing to let go of her hand, though, she continued on, not quite sure where they were going but just knowing that they had to keep moving.

"I am calm," she assured Ana. "There's nothing to be afraid of." There was plenty to be afraid of, but she wanted to make Ana feel better. Ana was real and therefore, Ana was the only thing that mattered.

[no_nanomites]

Ana laughed quickly when Uhura said that there was nothing to be afraid of. Well, that just wasn't true, was it? She knew that there was plenty to be afraid of, but she didn't comment on it at the moment. Instead she just took a deep breath.

Ignore, ignore, ignore, she told herself. She wanted to run, but with Uhura's leg, that wasn't a good idea. The last thing they needed was for Ana to have to carry her warden out. With as touchy as the ghosts had gotten, that seemed like an incredibly bad idea.

"It should be too much longer to get upstairs," she said confidently, but the hallway seemed to stretch on straight forever in the darkness, and she didn't remember it doing that before. "This place is like a fucking fun house."

[lt_n_uhura]

Uhura looked over to Ana at the last statement. "I'm not having fun." She said it so seriously, though it really wasn't a time for jokes anyway.

"Where is it?" she asked Ana after another few moments of walking. She lowered her voice to a whisper, though, as she was afraid that something or someone might hear. Ana's fear was contagious and Uhura had caught it bad.

Even if the fears were in her head.

"My PADD, I mean. If it's real." She had a feeling that they needed it. And not just because Ana asked about it earlier. She was starting to remember that it was important somehow.

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Ana didn't comment on the statement about not having fun. "Oh, it's been a real trip for me. Rolling in the aisles." Good, being snarky gave her something more to think about than what was going on on either side of them as they walked, gave her something to think about other than the whispers and whimpers.

"It's upstairs in the library. We just need to go to the end and up the stairs." She puffed some hair out of her face and then looked back down at her journal. If the map was right. Ana didn't remember it being a straight shot before. She remembered it being a twisty and turny mess and she wished she had something tangible to mark the walls or floor with.

"It's real, Uhura. I know it's real." She rubbed the back of her hand over her face quickly, and then there was a nurse in front of them. It made her stop. "Uhura, do you trust me?"