Post by Edith S. Baker on Aug 18, 2007 21:19:53 GMT -4
Here's the third part of my fan fic. Although Danielle Rousseau is not really in the title of the story, I felt that her story should be told. She is the reason that Alexandra exists and that Ben became a father.
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Title: Ben, Annie, and Alex (Part 3)
Author: spicedogs of Live Journal (which happens to be me)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own LOST. This story is written for fan entertainment only. No profit do I get from this story other than knowing that others enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Danielle was busy breastfeeding her child. She named the baby Alexandra, Alex for short. She named her in honor of her mother.
The thought of her mother made Danielle sad. Her mother warned her not to go on this expedition. “Danielle, are you crazy. You are pregnant. You should stay home. Let Robert go by himself.”
She refused to listen. She wanted to go with Robert. All of six of them who were going on the expedition were medically trained. There would be plenty of help for her during her pregnancy, and besides they would be back to France before the baby would be born. After all, she was only 3 months pregnant, and the expedition would be over in 4 months..
“Oh,” she said to herself. If only I had listened. She was 7 months pregnant when her ship was 3 days out of Tahiti. They picked up a transmission of a voice saying, “4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.” The voice repeated that number over and over again. Robert suggested that they change course to investigate the source of the transmission. She wished that she had not agreed to change their course. What a big mistake it turned out to be.
So the researchers turned their boat around in the direction of the transmission. Suddenly, the sea became turbulent. There was a storm with strange sounds. Their instrument malfunctioned. Their boat was thrown up and down. Sea water was sprayed inside the boat. Danielle was afraid that they would drown. The storm was not letting down. She never felt so seasick in her life.
“I see land,” Robert screamed. They were all so happy. At least, they would be safe from the turbulent waters. But the sea was not in a forgiving mood. Their ship was tossed over and over again. It was night by the time they reached the land. Unfortunately, their ship slammed into rocks. The ship was damaged beyond repair. “Let’s set up camp here,” Robert said. Of course, they all knew that they had no other recourse. However, they were hopeful to find someone who could help them. Perhaps, they could radio somewhere to get another ship to rescue them.
They spent weeks searching for the source of the transmission. Montand lost his arm during the expedition. Danielle wasn’t sure what took his arm. It looked like a polar bear, but she knew that polar bears did not live in the tropics. It was almost as if they were living a nightmare.
Six weeks had passed and they found a slave-carrying ship that had marooned far into the land. The ship was christened “Black Rock.” Danielle surmised that the ship was dragged inland by a big monsoon.
As the days passed, slowly the madness set in. Her colleagues all talked about polar bears, seeing people dressed in rags, and of smoke monsters. She knew that they were sick, so she shot them. The last person she killed was her beloved Robert. She had to do it. There was no other recourse.
She now was pregnant and alone. One day, she was lucky and found the radio tower. She changed the transmission. She recorded herself asking for help. It never occurred to her that besides French, she should record her message in English. She figured that they were near enough to Tahiti, and French was spoken there, anyway.
And then she heard it. They were all over the forest, everywhere she walked. First she thought that it was the wind. But then it became clearer. The sounds she heard were whispers. She thought that she was going mad. However, she knew that she was not crazy. There were others around her. She just didn’t see them.
One night, Danielle couldn’t worry about the whisperers. She started having pains: deep back pains. On top of it all, her water broke. She was alone and her baby was about to be born.
She had no idea how long it took for the baby to be born. The pains that were coming and going were excruciating. At one point, she felt a strong urge to push. She pushed for what seemed hours, but the payoff was great. She delivered a beautiful girl with a full head of dark hair: Alexandra Rousseau.
As soon as the baby was born, she put her to her breast and cried. How was she going to raise this child by herself? How ironic that this event that should be so joyful, was a sad event. Robert was gone, her mother was not near, and she was stranded in an island with no friendly bodies near by. But Danielle was a fighter. She was determined to survive, to protect her child, to provide for her child. Alas, she didn’t know that others had different plans for her.
To be continued………
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Title: Ben, Annie, and Alex (Part 3)
Author: spicedogs of Live Journal (which happens to be me)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own LOST. This story is written for fan entertainment only. No profit do I get from this story other than knowing that others enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Danielle was busy breastfeeding her child. She named the baby Alexandra, Alex for short. She named her in honor of her mother.
The thought of her mother made Danielle sad. Her mother warned her not to go on this expedition. “Danielle, are you crazy. You are pregnant. You should stay home. Let Robert go by himself.”
She refused to listen. She wanted to go with Robert. All of six of them who were going on the expedition were medically trained. There would be plenty of help for her during her pregnancy, and besides they would be back to France before the baby would be born. After all, she was only 3 months pregnant, and the expedition would be over in 4 months..
“Oh,” she said to herself. If only I had listened. She was 7 months pregnant when her ship was 3 days out of Tahiti. They picked up a transmission of a voice saying, “4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.” The voice repeated that number over and over again. Robert suggested that they change course to investigate the source of the transmission. She wished that she had not agreed to change their course. What a big mistake it turned out to be.
So the researchers turned their boat around in the direction of the transmission. Suddenly, the sea became turbulent. There was a storm with strange sounds. Their instrument malfunctioned. Their boat was thrown up and down. Sea water was sprayed inside the boat. Danielle was afraid that they would drown. The storm was not letting down. She never felt so seasick in her life.
“I see land,” Robert screamed. They were all so happy. At least, they would be safe from the turbulent waters. But the sea was not in a forgiving mood. Their ship was tossed over and over again. It was night by the time they reached the land. Unfortunately, their ship slammed into rocks. The ship was damaged beyond repair. “Let’s set up camp here,” Robert said. Of course, they all knew that they had no other recourse. However, they were hopeful to find someone who could help them. Perhaps, they could radio somewhere to get another ship to rescue them.
They spent weeks searching for the source of the transmission. Montand lost his arm during the expedition. Danielle wasn’t sure what took his arm. It looked like a polar bear, but she knew that polar bears did not live in the tropics. It was almost as if they were living a nightmare.
Six weeks had passed and they found a slave-carrying ship that had marooned far into the land. The ship was christened “Black Rock.” Danielle surmised that the ship was dragged inland by a big monsoon.
As the days passed, slowly the madness set in. Her colleagues all talked about polar bears, seeing people dressed in rags, and of smoke monsters. She knew that they were sick, so she shot them. The last person she killed was her beloved Robert. She had to do it. There was no other recourse.
She now was pregnant and alone. One day, she was lucky and found the radio tower. She changed the transmission. She recorded herself asking for help. It never occurred to her that besides French, she should record her message in English. She figured that they were near enough to Tahiti, and French was spoken there, anyway.
And then she heard it. They were all over the forest, everywhere she walked. First she thought that it was the wind. But then it became clearer. The sounds she heard were whispers. She thought that she was going mad. However, she knew that she was not crazy. There were others around her. She just didn’t see them.
One night, Danielle couldn’t worry about the whisperers. She started having pains: deep back pains. On top of it all, her water broke. She was alone and her baby was about to be born.
She had no idea how long it took for the baby to be born. The pains that were coming and going were excruciating. At one point, she felt a strong urge to push. She pushed for what seemed hours, but the payoff was great. She delivered a beautiful girl with a full head of dark hair: Alexandra Rousseau.
As soon as the baby was born, she put her to her breast and cried. How was she going to raise this child by herself? How ironic that this event that should be so joyful, was a sad event. Robert was gone, her mother was not near, and she was stranded in an island with no friendly bodies near by. But Danielle was a fighter. She was determined to survive, to protect her child, to provide for her child. Alas, she didn’t know that others had different plans for her.
To be continued………
