Your Future Past
This story and all ideas, themes and original characters are the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Any unauthorized use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman and all characters and settings no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Can you hear me?"
"Can you hear me, young one?"
Blake could hear him. Who was it? A man. Duh, good one Blake. But the fog was still wrapped around her mind and she couldn't comprehend his words. In fact, she couldn't comprehend anything. Her eyelids were unresponsive, and she wouldn't have lifted them even if she could. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that her body hurt, and she was glad she wasn't in it. The thought that she wasn't in her body didn't disturb her at all, in fact it was rather pleasant. The fog was very supportive, and though a little cold, comfortable enough to take a break in. That's what she was doing, wasn't it? Taking a little break? Yes, that was it. Just resting, here in the nice fog. The nice fog with Indians in it. Indians? Where had they come from? Oh, they weren't actually there. Just their song. Well, actually, it was just one voice, and there weren't any drums like on the CD, but it didn't matter. It was a nice voice, and, as she always did, Blake found more comfort in it.
She could feel something happening to her body. What it was exactly she couldn't say, but it was good, whatever it was. It warmed the fog up, which was nice. But Blake wasn't really worried about her body right now, she could get back around to it later. Who needed a body anyway, when this fog was so great? The Indian song continued and Blake let herself drift. But then the song stopped. The fog deflated a little, making Blake perk up.
"This is beyond my healing" that voice was saying again, "I will take you to help" Help? Blake didn't need any help, she was perfectly fine. The fog was here, she was here, the nice voice was here. But she had the feeling her nice little vacation was stolen, and that she'd have to leave soon or someone would find out and take her to jail.
Whoops! Her body was moving. Strange how she could feel it moving, and not be in it. She could tell it wasn't moving under it's own power. Well duh, that would require her being in it! She didn't like the idea of her body moving without her. Besides which, she was getting pulled along with it and stirring up all this lovely fog! And it had gotten cold again. She tried to tell the voice to just go ahead and put her body down, as she was fairly sure the voice was the one carrying it, but of course, not being in her body, she couldn't do that.
Oh well. It was kind of like being a kite, getting pulled along with her body. There wasn't any wind blowing past her face, but that's what it felt like none the less. She was a kite for a while and then, just as she started to get tired of it, it stopped.
"Who is it?" Hey, another voice! Great! It was a real good one too, another man. It was full of concern about her, just like the first voice had been. Why were all these voices worried about her? She was perfectly fine, really she was!
"I do not know" the first voice told the second, "I found her in the gorge, far away from here. I cannot heal her" Hey, her body was moving again! Who were these voices who thought they could just make off with her body and do what ever they wanted with it? It was HER body, after all. And she didn't want to be a kite again, the novelty had worn off. But now the voice brought color to the fog. Well, what d'ya know about that? It was starting to warm up a little again too. The first voice brought a pleasant blue to the fog. It wasn't dark blue, but it wasn't a baby blue or a robin's egg blue either. In fact, Blake wasn't sure it was blue. It was some color she'd never seen before. But it was definitely blue. Yes. A powder blue maybe.
"I'll take her to Michaela" The second voice brought some color too. Brown. But not an ugly or putrid brown, it was a warm, rich, golden brown. And it smelled like..........trees. That's right. A forest after a good rain. And maybe some ginger for good measure. A very pleasant smell, all in all. Then she was moving again, this time with the second voice, getting farther away from the first. Oh! Too bad. Bye! She tried to call but the fog gulped him up and she couldn't see him anymore. It was getting cold again. Why did that happen whenever she moved? She was still getting pulled along, but she wasn't a kite this time. She thought she was closer to her body now. She felt like she was just riding. It was a nice ride, it took her mind off the coldness of the fog. She felt like singing. But she couldn't think of what exactly a song was. Oh, she was pretty sure it was....yep, that. She was singing. Whatever that was.
It started getting dark. The brown was still there, and so was the scent, but everything else was murky. She couldn't tell if it was foggy or not. There was a lot of confusion, and a little bit of fear. She didn't know where she was, but she didn't like it. She thought she'd just tell that nice browness to turn around but she was frozen. The coldness had frozen her. And then, ho! Light. A very pleasant light! It was........red. And a little green. And it smelled of.....roses. And mint.
"Sully?" Another voice! This one was great too, but Blake was too afraid and too cold to feel too cheerful about it.
"Cloud Dancing found her in the gorge" the brown voice replied and put her body down. Whatever he put it down on, Blake didn't like it. It was dark and held a lot of other people's pain.
"She has a head wound. I'll have to put stitches in it" the red/green voice said, and that made Blake feel a little bit better. The brown hadn't gone away either. The scents of the fresh forest, ginger, roses and mint blended well together.
And then all of the sudden there was a mountain lion there, in the darkness. It was standing in front of a light. Or was it making the light? Blake couldn't tell, but the lion was nice. It looked at her with it's big brown eyes and she almost thought she could hear it purring. Did mountain lions purr? Well Blake didn't know, but even if they didn't, she liked the purring. It sat looking at her for a moment. Then there was a wolf. A beautiful white and gray and almost blue wolf. It carried the scent of the browness with it. It looked at the mountain lion and then turned around and headed back where it had come from, the light. The mountain lion stood and started following it. Blake was confused for a moment. The mountain lion stopped and turned around. Oh! She was supposed to follow. Blake got the strange feeling she wasn't really going anywhere though.
This story and all ideas, themes and original characters are the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Any unauthorized use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman and all characters and settings no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Can you hear me?"
"Can you hear me, young one?"
Blake could hear him. Who was it? A man. Duh, good one Blake. But the fog was still wrapped around her mind and she couldn't comprehend his words. In fact, she couldn't comprehend anything. Her eyelids were unresponsive, and she wouldn't have lifted them even if she could. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that her body hurt, and she was glad she wasn't in it. The thought that she wasn't in her body didn't disturb her at all, in fact it was rather pleasant. The fog was very supportive, and though a little cold, comfortable enough to take a break in. That's what she was doing, wasn't it? Taking a little break? Yes, that was it. Just resting, here in the nice fog. The nice fog with Indians in it. Indians? Where had they come from? Oh, they weren't actually there. Just their song. Well, actually, it was just one voice, and there weren't any drums like on the CD, but it didn't matter. It was a nice voice, and, as she always did, Blake found more comfort in it.
She could feel something happening to her body. What it was exactly she couldn't say, but it was good, whatever it was. It warmed the fog up, which was nice. But Blake wasn't really worried about her body right now, she could get back around to it later. Who needed a body anyway, when this fog was so great? The Indian song continued and Blake let herself drift. But then the song stopped. The fog deflated a little, making Blake perk up.
"This is beyond my healing" that voice was saying again, "I will take you to help" Help? Blake didn't need any help, she was perfectly fine. The fog was here, she was here, the nice voice was here. But she had the feeling her nice little vacation was stolen, and that she'd have to leave soon or someone would find out and take her to jail.
Whoops! Her body was moving. Strange how she could feel it moving, and not be in it. She could tell it wasn't moving under it's own power. Well duh, that would require her being in it! She didn't like the idea of her body moving without her. Besides which, she was getting pulled along with it and stirring up all this lovely fog! And it had gotten cold again. She tried to tell the voice to just go ahead and put her body down, as she was fairly sure the voice was the one carrying it, but of course, not being in her body, she couldn't do that.
Oh well. It was kind of like being a kite, getting pulled along with her body. There wasn't any wind blowing past her face, but that's what it felt like none the less. She was a kite for a while and then, just as she started to get tired of it, it stopped.
"Who is it?" Hey, another voice! Great! It was a real good one too, another man. It was full of concern about her, just like the first voice had been. Why were all these voices worried about her? She was perfectly fine, really she was!
"I do not know" the first voice told the second, "I found her in the gorge, far away from here. I cannot heal her" Hey, her body was moving again! Who were these voices who thought they could just make off with her body and do what ever they wanted with it? It was HER body, after all. And she didn't want to be a kite again, the novelty had worn off. But now the voice brought color to the fog. Well, what d'ya know about that? It was starting to warm up a little again too. The first voice brought a pleasant blue to the fog. It wasn't dark blue, but it wasn't a baby blue or a robin's egg blue either. In fact, Blake wasn't sure it was blue. It was some color she'd never seen before. But it was definitely blue. Yes. A powder blue maybe.
"I'll take her to Michaela" The second voice brought some color too. Brown. But not an ugly or putrid brown, it was a warm, rich, golden brown. And it smelled like..........trees. That's right. A forest after a good rain. And maybe some ginger for good measure. A very pleasant smell, all in all. Then she was moving again, this time with the second voice, getting farther away from the first. Oh! Too bad. Bye! She tried to call but the fog gulped him up and she couldn't see him anymore. It was getting cold again. Why did that happen whenever she moved? She was still getting pulled along, but she wasn't a kite this time. She thought she was closer to her body now. She felt like she was just riding. It was a nice ride, it took her mind off the coldness of the fog. She felt like singing. But she couldn't think of what exactly a song was. Oh, she was pretty sure it was....yep, that. She was singing. Whatever that was.
It started getting dark. The brown was still there, and so was the scent, but everything else was murky. She couldn't tell if it was foggy or not. There was a lot of confusion, and a little bit of fear. She didn't know where she was, but she didn't like it. She thought she'd just tell that nice browness to turn around but she was frozen. The coldness had frozen her. And then, ho! Light. A very pleasant light! It was........red. And a little green. And it smelled of.....roses. And mint.
"Sully?" Another voice! This one was great too, but Blake was too afraid and too cold to feel too cheerful about it.
"Cloud Dancing found her in the gorge" the brown voice replied and put her body down. Whatever he put it down on, Blake didn't like it. It was dark and held a lot of other people's pain.
"She has a head wound. I'll have to put stitches in it" the red/green voice said, and that made Blake feel a little bit better. The brown hadn't gone away either. The scents of the fresh forest, ginger, roses and mint blended well together.
And then all of the sudden there was a mountain lion there, in the darkness. It was standing in front of a light. Or was it making the light? Blake couldn't tell, but the lion was nice. It looked at her with it's big brown eyes and she almost thought she could hear it purring. Did mountain lions purr? Well Blake didn't know, but even if they didn't, she liked the purring. It sat looking at her for a moment. Then there was a wolf. A beautiful white and gray and almost blue wolf. It carried the scent of the browness with it. It looked at the mountain lion and then turned around and headed back where it had come from, the light. The mountain lion stood and started following it. Blake was confused for a moment. The mountain lion stopped and turned around. Oh! She was supposed to follow. Blake got the strange feeling she wasn't really going anywhere though.