[ it's only a minute or so that sam's out, body limp and mind completely vacant - no dreams, no pulse of thought, only the symbiote rushing to patch his sanity back together and scrub away the tendrils of the beyond, so sam can once again be just sam. no longer vessel, no longer oracle, no longer conduit. awareness comes back to him in a sharp shock, like jolt to the chest, gasping as his mind jerks his body away, sudden assault of sensory input scrambling him for a moment, but the immediate weight of Ren collapsed against him is sobering.
it's like a priority list in his head, an uncharacteristically cylon thing of him, one of the least cylon-like of the five of them, the way he handles the next few minutes.
first: ren. he'd just blasted him with something that makes any walking super computer turn into a rambling, incoherent mess. sitting up sharping, with the man slumped against him and a wetness he already recognizes for what it is against his palm, sam focuses, searching the caverns of his mind, for any signal. a mental pulse. brain activity enough to call undamaged. a relieved sigh shudders out of him once it's found, and he carefully sets him aside, looking sharply over injuries for anything pressingly lethal. sam's aware of barnes not far away, and in a state far from alright, but he isn't the immediate concern. he's at Four on the list.
second: steve. half stumbling, he runs over to where he'd collapsed, careful in turning him over and checking for vitals again. the same routine for brain activity, and looking over the wounds on his face. nothing good, probably a good amount of broken bone, and stitches are in his future, but nothing fatal. no immediate danger.
third: ilde. he'd felt her close, knew she was connected, had willed her to shut off before he'd crack ren's mind open along with his, but he isn't sure she was able. it's easy to find her through the brood link, with the tremor of panic stemming from her, and the distinct sense of ilde that's simply come to be fact in his mind there.
fourth: bucky. he's sorry to have left you on your own to stew in that mess that you're head's in, buddy, but your shattered mind, at least, won't kill you immediately. sam will take time to be mildly disturbed at how easily he was able to coldly process that later, but right now, he has to be the stable one for Barnes. snatching up the arm that he'd taken off bucky earlier, he skids back to a halt to kneel next to the broken soldier, pausing a moment to breathe in front of him, certain Bucky's somewhere far away right now. ]
Hey, you with me, buddy? I know you're confused right now, but it's over, okay? [ Gods, Sam can feel the panic rolling off his mind, and he's trying his best to sink into that perfect calm he's able to harness now and again. Harder, right now, with so much urgency, but it helps that he was just inside that core of nirvana, within his Hybrid mind. Easy to call back the memory of it. ] Three things you need to know - you didn't do this. You helped stop this before it got much worse, you did good. Second, your name is Bucky. Third, I'm a friend, and you're gonna be alright, I just need you to trust me for a little while.
[ Which is asking a lot. Bucky didn't really trust him much to begin with, but Steve's out cold, and Sam can't carry all of them out of this place by himself. He needs Bucky to be present right now. The metal arm is held out between them, low, so Barnes could take it if he wanted to, as Sam explains. ]
You remember this? I helped you get it working a week or so back, you asked me to. I'm just gonna help you get it back on, so you're all in one piece. [ Carefully, cautiously, Sam telegraphs his movements, with hands in Bucky's vision, so he can watch him reach to touch his shoulder, lightly, and start to lock the arm back into place. it's an easy mechanism, snaps right in - easy to put on and easy to take off, like Barnes had wanted. here's hoping he doesn't get strangled for it, but at least he's Cylon, so he's likely to survive is alright. ish. ]
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it's like a priority list in his head, an uncharacteristically cylon thing of him, one of the least cylon-like of the five of them, the way he handles the next few minutes.
first: ren. he'd just blasted him with something that makes any walking super computer turn into a rambling, incoherent mess. sitting up sharping, with the man slumped against him and a wetness he already recognizes for what it is against his palm, sam focuses, searching the caverns of his mind, for any signal. a mental pulse. brain activity enough to call undamaged. a relieved sigh shudders out of him once it's found, and he carefully sets him aside, looking sharply over injuries for anything pressingly lethal. sam's aware of barnes not far away, and in a state far from alright, but he isn't the immediate concern. he's at Four on the list.
second: steve. half stumbling, he runs over to where he'd collapsed, careful in turning him over and checking for vitals again. the same routine for brain activity, and looking over the wounds on his face. nothing good, probably a good amount of broken bone, and stitches are in his future, but nothing fatal. no immediate danger.
third: ilde. he'd felt her close, knew she was connected, had willed her to shut off before he'd crack ren's mind open along with his, but he isn't sure she was able. it's easy to find her through the brood link, with the tremor of panic stemming from her, and the distinct sense of ilde that's simply come to be fact in his mind there.
fourth: bucky. he's sorry to have left you on your own to stew in that mess that you're head's in, buddy, but your shattered mind, at least, won't kill you immediately. sam will take time to be mildly disturbed at how easily he was able to coldly process that later, but right now, he has to be the stable one for Barnes. snatching up the arm that he'd taken off bucky earlier, he skids back to a halt to kneel next to the broken soldier, pausing a moment to breathe in front of him, certain Bucky's somewhere far away right now. ]
Hey, you with me, buddy? I know you're confused right now, but it's over, okay? [ Gods, Sam can feel the panic rolling off his mind, and he's trying his best to sink into that perfect calm he's able to harness now and again. Harder, right now, with so much urgency, but it helps that he was just inside that core of nirvana, within his Hybrid mind. Easy to call back the memory of it. ] Three things you need to know - you didn't do this. You helped stop this before it got much worse, you did good. Second, your name is Bucky. Third, I'm a friend, and you're gonna be alright, I just need you to trust me for a little while.
[ Which is asking a lot. Bucky didn't really trust him much to begin with, but Steve's out cold, and Sam can't carry all of them out of this place by himself. He needs Bucky to be present right now. The metal arm is held out between them, low, so Barnes could take it if he wanted to, as Sam explains. ]
You remember this? I helped you get it working a week or so back, you asked me to. I'm just gonna help you get it back on, so you're all in one piece. [ Carefully, cautiously, Sam telegraphs his movements, with hands in Bucky's vision, so he can watch him reach to touch his shoulder, lightly, and start to lock the arm back into place. it's an easy mechanism, snaps right in - easy to put on and easy to take off, like Barnes had wanted. here's hoping he doesn't get strangled for it, but at least he's Cylon, so he's likely to survive is alright. ish. ]