PHD #275: Driven
Summary: Sawyer and Kincaid bump into each other at the library, both driven towards the same answer.
Date: 28 November 2041 AE
Related Logs: The Bull and the Sparrow (The 'dream' Sawyer shares with others) & Do You Know God (Kincaid's run-in with the Five).
Sawyer Kincaid 
Ships Library
Racks of books extend deep into this room, nearly darkening the overhead lights towards the back. The shelves are neatly labeled to each category with nearly everything represented here. Fiction, Sci-Fi, Romance, and everything down to comic books has been loaded up onto the shelves. A smaller research area at the back has a large table for maps to be opened-up. Nearer the door is a small library of movies that covers some of the most recent blockbusters and flows through some of the more campy movies from about two decades before. Next to the door, a Petty Officer can usually be found at a desk to help someone checkout their selections.
Post-Holocaust Day: #275

There's no telling how long Sawyer's been awake, but when she comes fumbling through the hatch to the library with little finesse, she looks rather wild-eyed and disheveled. Clothes rumpled, her hair a mess, she's muttering something like a woman half driven to insanity and on the brinks of dementia. "The book, it has to be here some where. I returned the book, the book should be here." Without so much as an acknowledgment to any others in the room, she heads for the stack dealing with the history of various Colonies. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to the book she selects, peeling it from the shelf to look at the cover. "No." On to the next, "No." Disappointed with her findings, each tome is merely released to let gravity take hold and they thud to the ground after the quick cursory examination of their title. "Tauron, where the frak are you."

Tauron, it seems, is sitting in Danny Kincaid's lap. He's crashed himself into one of the chairs in the library, a heavy tome on Tauron's history in his lap. He's in Marine duty khakis but without the MP's police belt, his eyes ringed with a certain about of sleeplessness, hair a bit rumpled. He's scribbling down in his steno pad next to the book, taking notes. And though Sawyer might not see him, he's right at the end of the row she's currently working through.

Sawyer has about a half dozen books torn from the shelf before the naval attendant stands from his desk in the corner. "Ma'am?" His voice raises with concern, waivering between coming over to stop her and wondering if the problem will resolve itself. The reporter, for her part, doesn't even flinch as her attention is attempted to be caught. "No, no, NO!" She sweeps another clot of books from the shelf and then turns on the attendant. "There was a big thick brown book on Tauron here, I need to know who checked it out. NOW."

"Hey! Hey! Sawyer!" Kincaid jerks his head up when Sawyer's voice becomes clear, being raised as it is. "No one checked out the book. I've got it on my lap right over here! So give the damn Petty Officer a break and come over here and talk to me. What the Hades are you worried about Tauron for?" If anyone can yell at Sawyer Averies, it's Danny.

Sawyer spins on her heels, now completely ignoring the Petty Officer as he no longer can supply her with what she needs. Just like a druggy, Sawyer needs a hit of something and Kincaid seems to be the dealer. "The book, the book. I need the book." Seems so simple. Pushing the hair back from her face, she scurries over and takes to her knees in front of the man, hands reaching out to try and wrench the book from his lap.

"Okay. Okay." Like trying to talk down a druggie, Kincaid tries to patronizingly reason with her. "Let's sit down here on the ground together and take a look at this." He slips himself off the chair and goes to settle himself onto the floor of the library. "What do you need the book for, Sawyer? What's on your mind?"

"I was there. It was a dream but I know I was there." Kincaid joining her on the floor barely registers, the fact that she has the book is all that truly matters in this moment. Once she has her hands on it, she doesn't relent. Settling it on the floor in front of her, she starts to wildly flip through the pages. "It has to be in here, I know I saw it before." Flip, skim, flip, skim. As she nears the end of the book, she almost seems panicked that she won't find what she's looking for, but then there it is in the back of the book. "Here! I was here." She reaches for Kincaid's hand, laying it on the picture of an old village, the caption beneath it toting it as the eldest community on Tauron. "Knossos. I was there. On the steps of that very building." The one in the picture is an old museum looking building with stone columns holding up the roof of its entryway.

"Dream? What sort of dream?" Kincaid allows her to take his hand, but he just sounds perplexed. His confusion doubles when she mentions the name 'Knossos.' "Knossos? Frak." He glances down at his steno pad where he had circled something he has written in large letters: 'KNOSSOS.' "You're saying you know something about this place, Sawyer?"

"It was…" Sawyer shakes her head, as if trying to make sense of the words that are rattling around in there before she spits it out. "Last night. I was in the rec room, and there was a man who said we were late. Late. And pulled a detonator from the folds of the couch and when he pressed it…there were four of us there, down on Tauron, Sofia and two pilots from airwing I recognize but can't name. A sparrow lead us to the city. A sparrow!" She repeats the type of bird, as if that holds weighty consequence. "And when we followed it to the steps of this building a man was waiting there. He told us to go to Lampridis Falls on Gemenon. There are answers there, Danny. He told us of twelve from one, and twelve becoming one. I…I think he was talking about Kobol. And then I awoke in my hammock, drenched in sweat. But it was real, I swear it was real." Like any good dream, Sawyer's having difficulty pulling out the exact details, like trying to grasp wisps of smoke.

"Do you know what time it was, Sawyer?" Kincaid is now leafing through his papers, pulling out a copy of his typed incident report from last night, handing it over to the reporter. "Because I was on guard duty last night outside of the Five's cell, and well — this happened." He gestures to the report. ( "It — sort of matches what you're talking about. I figured that the 'ancient ground of the Bull' is the archeological museum at Knossos."

Sawyer touches the paper with shaking fingers, silent as she reads and obviously not having received a copy yet from whatever source she gets this info from. "It was twenty-two fifteen on the nose. I know, because he made such a fuss. When I awoke and looked at the chronometer, it was only at the thirty mark. Fifteen minutes that seemed like hours. I don't understand what all of this means yet. The number thirteen. The tenth sparrow. The serpeant. But I /know/ it means something, and we have to go to the Falls and to this museum. There are answers there." Pleading eyes lift up to Kincaid's. "You believe me, don't you?"

Kincaid reaches out and hugs Sawyer around the shoulders, giving her a squeeze. "Of course I believe you, Sawyer. It's crazy. But I believe you. I guess I just need to take this to Command so we can plan our next moves. Trips out to these places. But my report validates your dream, at least. It lines up. You know?"

"He said we were late, and there isn't much time left. There is a window that's closing, Daniel. I can feel it. We have to stop this serpeant, whatever it is." A woman not overly given to public displays of emotion is certainly distraught, so much so that a sob is caught in her throat and her shoulders shake beneath Kincaid's arm. "There isn't time. I'm going down there. One team needs to go to the museum, the other to the Falls. I mean to be on one of them."

"Why do you need to be there?" asks Kincaid, focusing on her. "I'll go down to the museum. I'll tell you everything we find. But I mean — we have no idea what we're looking into. It could be dangerous in either place." But his arm squeezes her tightly, trying to calm her the best he can.

"Because I was there. I know all the pieces and I can help put them together. I /need/ to be down there, Daniel. I can hold my own, I did it on Leonis and I can do it again. I'm not afraid to be on away missions. I need to go. You'll make sure Command knows it. Agrees to it. I'm going either way." Sawyer says with utmost conviction laced in her voice, like steel re-bar enforcing every word.

Kincaid sighs heavily. "All right. I'll see if I can get you added to the mission to the museum. At least then I can keep an eye on you," says the Marine. It's like he actually has concern for the woman or something. "I can't do that if you ride shotgun on a Raptor ride out to Gemenon. Really Sawyer." He leans over to ruffle her hair. "You're pretty impossible. Good thing I like you."

Sawyer isn't exactly in a ruffled hair state of mind, but she knows deep down she's supposed to muster a smile for the man and that's where it comes from. The expression waivers on her lips, but it's there. "We're short on time. Make sure it's soon. I have some research to do on the Falls." Blissfully, she leaves him the book on Tauron now that she knows the name of the city that was plaguing her. Now, it seems she's on her feet to find out what she can about the place on Gemenon.

He lets her go. It isn't until she's off and on the hunt for her book that — "Ah, I love you, Sawyer," mutters Kincaid under his breath. Way under his breath. It's one of those rueful sounds. Then? Then he gets to his feet and flips his steno pad closed, slipping it back into his breast pocket.

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