Every now and again the past couple of days Jamie thinks he feels it - a feeling he can't really describe, any more than he could describe its absence, but he recognizes it instinctively when it hits him again. The first time it was over so quickly that he barely had time to react, the sensation fading in the face of his mounting shock and horror; each subsequent time it lasts a little longer, becomes that much more intense, the barrage of thoughts, of emotions, of a presence in his mind that is not his own.
This time Jamie swears he hears the alter's voice in his head, furious and scornful as always, demanding answers, demanding a way out, swearing that next time he appears he'll be free and there will be no more Jamie, only -
The tirade terminates abruptly with a mental jab that makes Jamie stagger, one hand clutching at his suddenly aching head, the fingers of the other digging into the meaty wall of the ship, and he's alone in his head again. For now.
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This time Jamie swears he hears the alter's voice in his head, furious and scornful as always, demanding answers, demanding a way out, swearing that next time he appears he'll be free and there will be no more Jamie, only -
The tirade terminates abruptly with a mental jab that makes Jamie stagger, one hand clutching at his suddenly aching head, the fingers of the other digging into the meaty wall of the ship, and he's alone in his head again. For now.