"Okay," Jack says. "Fix on me." And Ianto might not be able to sense anything, not yet – Jack's got every shield he can muster up at full strength, partially because psychics and empaths of almost every variety still make his skin crawl, partly because it's protocol. "Just the quiet." The corner of his mouth ticks up again.
One mote of stability. One channel of communication and influence. It's enough to start with.
"Adam," he says. "Contact psychic. Mnemnomorph, from what you've told me. I want you to go back to the first strong memory you have of him. Not the first memory, but the earliest you have that jumps to the front of your mind."
Adam would have laid false memories indicating events in the past. He would have convinced Ianto that thy were friends, that they had a shared history, but those background memories wouldn't have to be complete – just enough for the mind to gloss over and reassure itself that yes, there was substance there. It's the real memory which would have the most meat on its bones, and the most bones, as well.
"Find the one you can go into," Jack says, letting his voice hit a rhythm and stay there. It's half trance-talking and half a light order: Here are the instructions. I know you're competent enough to follow them. "The one you can taste and smell. You can reach out and feel what you're standing next to. Close your eyes and go there."
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Date: 2010-08-18 02:51 am (UTC)One mote of stability. One channel of communication and influence. It's enough to start with.
"Adam," he says. "Contact psychic. Mnemnomorph, from what you've told me. I want you to go back to the first strong memory you have of him. Not the first memory, but the earliest you have that jumps to the front of your mind."
Adam would have laid false memories indicating events in the past. He would have convinced Ianto that thy were friends, that they had a shared history, but those background memories wouldn't have to be complete – just enough for the mind to gloss over and reassure itself that yes, there was substance there. It's the real memory which would have the most meat on its bones, and the most bones, as well.
"Find the one you can go into," Jack says, letting his voice hit a rhythm and stay there. It's half trance-talking and half a light order: Here are the instructions. I know you're competent enough to follow them. "The one you can taste and smell. You can reach out and feel what you're standing next to. Close your eyes and go there."