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Post by WinZFactor on Jul 25, 2009 7:24:57 GMT -4
Stephen and Joyce McTavish walked down the hospital corridors with a nurse to a nursery room.
“Look at her!” Stephen exclaimed “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“She sure is, Steve.” Joyce held her husband’s hand tightly and kissed him on his cheek. The nurse went inside the room and lifted the little baby girl from her crib.
“I can’t believe we finally have our very own child.” Steve smiled. Joyce rested her head on his shoulder.
The nurse came out of the room. “Now she’s still a few days old, so take care of her alright?” she smiled and handed the baby to Joyce.
Joyce looked at the baby and smiled. “Look at her, Stephen. Look at her.”
Steve lowered his body and looked at the innocent baby, who stared back at him – her brown eyes opened wide. Steve put her index finger on top of her little hands, and the baby grasped his huge finger and put it inside her little mouth.
“No!” Stephen pulled her finger away. The baby girl grunted.
“Now, ma’am, sir, please follow me to the main office.” The nurse smiled and walked, leading the way.
Stephen and Joyce smiled, and followed the nurse.
After a short walk they arrived in an office, with books and papers scattered all over the table.
“Please, take a seat.” The nurse offered. “Pardon the cramped and messy condition – there were so many parents coming to see their new baby today.”
“Oh, that’s fine.” Steve sat on a chair next to the table. “Here, take a seat.” He said to Joyce.
“Ma’am, sir, I bet all of you already know the procedure.” The nurse said while checking on some paperwork.
“Yes, we do.” Joyce said, still holding the baby on her arms.
“I have sent your documents to the main office, and you should get a reply in a week or so.” The nurse pulled out a big typewriter and placed it on the table. “What’s her name again?”
Stephen smiled. “Mars. Mars McTavish.”
“Beautiful.” The nurse smiled and started to type.
“Here you go.” The nurse handed the couple a document. “I need you to sign right here, under the adoption guideline.” She handed a pen to the couple.
“Are you sure?” Stephen asked Joyce. “Are you sure you want to adopt her?”
“Yes, Steve, I’ll take her.” She smiled at the baby.
The couple then signed their names on the space provided.
“Congratulations, sir, ma’am. The baby is officially yours.”
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Jul 25, 2009 9:24:27 GMT -4
Day 87 (Again > )
Richard entered the tent, smiling at Carrie's presence on her bed, reading 'The Girls'. She must have read that book a million times already. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm gonna go talk to John," Richard explained, retreiving his bag from beside his bed. "I'll be back soon, okay?"
"Okay," Carrie agreed. Richard kissed her forehead, wishing he could stay in the tent with her - recently, he'd become rather protective of her, more so than before, ever since Kelso had died.
Reluctantly, he made his way out of the tent. Most people were milling around, a few were in their tents. He quickly made his way up the hill John Locke was sitting on, approaching him from behind.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Richard said, causing Locke to turn around. "No matter how much time you spend on the Island, you just never get tired of this view. We haven't been formally introduced, I'm Richard." He offered his hand to Locke, who accepted it. "You mind if I join you here?"
"Nah, sure," Locke replied. Richard sat down beside him. Locke kept his eyes on the tents ahead, and Richard looked out at them too. He smiled slightly as he saw Carrie in the distance, now sitting outside the tent, still reading that book. "Who is she?" Locke asked.
Richard looked at Locke, frowning. "Excuse me?"
"That woman, the dark haired one. Sitting outside that tent. I saw her with you earlier. Who is she?"
Richard looked back out at Carrie, who was now talking to Ben. "Her name's Carrie," he explained. "She's our psychologist."
"Right, but ... who is she to you?" Locke was looking at Richard with a look of mere interest on his face. "Because when I saw her earlier, she looked alot more than just a psychologist to me."
"Really?" Richard raised his eyebrows. "What did she look like then?"
"Well, she was holding your hand when we were walking here," replied Locke. "Then she seemed paticularly flirty while setting up the tents."
Richard smiled. "I think you just answered your own question." Locke nodded in agreement. Richard then continued to go on with what he had originally intended to talk about. "He wanted to embarass you," he said.
"I'm sorry?" Locke frowned.
"Ben knew you weren't gonna kill your own father. He put you in front of everyone in our camp just so they could all watch you fail," Richard explained.
A little while later, Richard was coming back down the hill, back towards camp. He'd explained to Locke why Anthony Cooper had to be killed, and given him Sawyer's file.
He returned to camp, Carrie having back into the tent. Richard entered the tent, and was surprised to see Carrie wasn't relaxed, reading her book, but she was sitting on the side of her bed, reading a file. She looked quite worked up about something.
"What's wrong?" Richard asked, sitting down by her, and putting his hand on her knee to comfort her.
"Look at this!" Carrie thrust a piece of paper from the file at him. He read through it quickly, his eyes widening in shock as he did so. "Are you sure this is correct?" He asked, handing the paper back to Carrie.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Carrie threw the file on the floor. Richard put his arm around Carrie, comforting her. He knew how shocking it must be for her, finding out someone she knew was her sister, but it was even more shocking for him. He hoped it was a different person, but there couldn't be anyone else with the same name, age, birthday and city they grew up in.
Richard pulled Carrie close, embracing her protectively with both arms. She clung onto him as if her life depended on it, sobbing. "C'mon, it can't be that bad," he said.
"It is," Carrie looked up at Richard, her eyes red from crying. "I ... I killed her," she whispered.
"What?!" Richard was shocked. It was impossible for Mars to be dead.
"Ben, he ... he ordered me to kill her. That's why he gave me the file on my dad, so I'd do it."
Richard held Carrie close. She rest her head against his chest. No doubt his shirt would get wet with her tears, but Richard didn't care. He knew Carrie was too overcome by her emotions to say anything more, so he gently pushed her back until they were lying on Carrie's bed together, locked in a warm embrace.
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Post by WinZFactor on Jul 26, 2009 6:24:04 GMT -4
Day 91 (before dawn)
Putting his hand on the wall, he walked down the stairs to the darkened corridor.
He walked past an opened metal door to a room, where he saw an old lamp flickering and a lifeless body of a young girl on the cold ground, the red pool of blood next to her reflecting the white light of the lamp.
On the corner of the room is a surveillance camera. The man winced, looked to and from the camera and the girl, and shook his head. He looked to his left and saw a gun next to him, he lifted the gun up – feeling the balance, the shape and the cold metal pressed against his hand. Judging from its’ weight he knew the gun is now unloaded.
He knelt down, put his hands on the young girl’s cold body and turned her over – her back now pressed against the cold, bloody ground, her head tilted to her left. The man sighed and stoked her dark brown hair, some covered with blood, causing them to stick together. He glanced at her chest, and bullet wounds could be easily identified. Once again, he shook his head.
He looked at Mars’ pale, bloody face, and lowered his face to hers.
“You still owe me a promise.” He whispered in her ear.
He looked at his cold, white hands and sighed, ready to make the decision of a lifetime. He knew that he won’t exist anymore if he did it, but he knew that this is the right thing to do. After all, everything seems to be in perfect order without him.
Kelso closed his eyes, and put his hand on top of Mars’ cold forehead.
"Be careful."
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Jul 26, 2009 10:34:40 GMT -4
Carrie stretched as she finally stood up, after a long train ride from Portsmouth. She emerged onto the platform, before making her way up the nearby slope and emerging in her home neighbourhood.
It took her no more than 5 or 10 minutes to get to where she needed to go. Carrie stood outside the old house. It looked almost exactly the same as how she remembered it, except some of the paint was peeling. The same car sat in the driveway, and the same curtains blocked the front room from view. Bracing herself, Carrie made her way down the black driveway, and knocked on the porch door, which wasn't as white as she remembered. Carrie was scared, although she wasn't prepared to admit it. She turned her back to the door, not wanting to watch the door as she waited. She heard footsteps approach the door, which opened, followed by the porch door. Carrie brought up all her courage and turned around to face the blonde woman standing in the doorframe. The woman's eyes widened in shock.
"Carrie?" She said in surprise.
"Hi, Mum," Carrie replied. "Long time, no see."
Sabrina Copeland, Carrie's estranged mother, frowned at the sight of her daughter. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask you if you knew," Carrie replied.
"Knew about what?"
"About Dad." Carrie could see recoilment in Sabrina's eyes at the mention of her father. "Because I did some research, well- my boss did some research. When Dad left, did you know where he was going? Who he was going to?"
Sabrina looked Carrie up and down. "Yes," she said finally. "Yes, Carrie, I knew where your father was headed. I also knew about his Tennessee mistress. That's all I ever knew. I don't know where he is now, or what's happened since. So don't ask me." Sabrina went to shut the door, but Carrie stopped her.
"Do you want to know?"
"Excuse me?" Sabrina frowned.
"Dad. And his 'Tennessee mistress', Lorlai, they got married. When I was ten years old, they had a daughter. Dad didn't think he was ready to raise the child, so they gave it away to a couple in Oxford."
Sabrina scoffed. "Typical. Martin tries to raise my daughter, and when he figures he can't do it, he gives up and runs away to Tennessee. He gets a second chance, instead of running or trying again, he gives it to someone else."
"Five years later," Carrie continued, ignoring her mother's comments, "they had another child, Destiny Hope Copeland. They kept her. They raised her, and from what I can tell, that girl has a decent life, much better than mine at her age. They have a big family, lots of love to go around. Sometimes, I wish I'd gone with him. My life would have been so much more comfortable, because I loved my dad. I never loved you."
Sabrina didn't reply, but watched Carrie, judging what she had just said. "Come in," she said. "If you think so highly of your pathetic excuse for a father, you might wanna see this."
Curiously, Carrie followed her mother into her childhood home. Upstairs, in her bedroom, Sabrina unlocked a draw, one Carrie had never been able to look in. She took out an old piece of paper, and handed it to Carrie. "Here," she said. "Your father left this for you when he left."
Carrie unfolded the piece of paper, and read.
Carrie,
If you're reading this, either I've given up or you've got into the secret draw. In which case, please stop reading.
I know how you must be feeling right now. You must be feeling abandoned, upset, confused. I don't blame you if you hate me for going. But I've never been a good father. You probably don't believe that, but it's true. When did I ever feed you, help you with your homework, when did I help you paint? When was the last time we sat down together and had real father-daughter time? The answer, Carrie, is never. I have never fed you, I have never told you more math than 2+2, I've never got my clothes covered in children's paint. Sure, I'd test you the day you had spelling tests, I'd support you. But never help.
Ever since I found out your mother was pregnant, I wanted to go. I love you, which is why I wanted to go. No daughter of mine deserves to have me as a father. You deserve someone better than me, a father figure who can help you as well as support you.
I'm sure your mother will tell you someday, but I want to tell you today, where I'm going. I'm going home. I don't fit in here, with you and your mother. I was forced into a world of parenting which I didn't want to know about. I'm sorry, Carrie, for any pain I'm causing you. I just hope, someday, you might want to come and find me. But be warned, don't expect too much. I can never give you what you want, so don't expect anything. All you can expect from me is how much I love you.
Your father,
Martin Copeland
By the end of the letter, it was hard for Carrie to read it, as it was so tear-stained. She looked up at her mother. "Why didn't you give me this before?" She asked.
"Because he's not worth it," Sabrina replied. "He's not worth the pain."
Silently, Carrie folded up the letter and put it in her pocket. She was still holding the file, which she hadn't let go of since she'd seen Richard for what may well have been the last time. She didn't want to let go. It was the only thing of the Island she still had left.
Carrie reached into her pocket carefully, and felt cold metal against her hand. A handle. A trigger. A barrel. A short, yet effective silencer. "Do you love me, Mum?" Carrie looked up at her mother, tears in her eyes. "Did you ever love me?"
Sabrina paused. "No," she said. "No, I never did."
"No," Carrie agreed. "Didn't think so." Quickly and without warning, she drew the gun from her pocket and fired it six times, each bullet landing in her mother's chest, each shot completely silent. Sabrina fell to the ground, her back propped up by the chest of draws. She looked up in shock at her daughter standing over her, holding a gun. Carrie crouched down. "By the way," she said. "I'm pregnant."
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Post by tigerlily on Jul 26, 2009 16:21:50 GMT -4
Day 83
Jo's fears of being rejected by the survivors completely evaporated the moment they swarmed to her with open arms. It was the best homecoming she could have hoped for. Juliet's reception, however, was significantly more frosty, and Jo realized that she and Jack would have quite a challenge in getting them to accept her as one of them. She hoped they hadn't made an enormous mistake by bringing Juliet with them.
Naturally, the question of why Mars, Zoe and Locke hadn't returned with them popped up. Jo, Jack, Sayid and Kate shared uneasy glances, but it was Jo that addressed the group. She decided that being straightforward was the best way to deal with the issue.
"Zoe, Mars and John went missing during our time in the Barracks," she explained. "They may have been taken by the Others to another location on the island. We're not giving up on them," she emphasized. "We just need to figure out our next steps. I promise you, if they were taken by the Others, they will be well taken care of."
Murmurs of disagreement erupted from the crowd, but Jo dismissed them with a wave of her hand. "I'm sorry, but that's all the information we have."
The survivors disbanded and allowed Jo and the others to return to their tents for some much-needed rest. Jo walked along the beach with Hurley, catching up on all the news she had missed, then found Jack. "I'll be back in a minute," she motioned towards the cemetery on the far side of the camp. "I need to say goodbye to some friends."
She headed towards the row of graves, not realizing that Charlie strolled just behind her holding Aaron in his arms. He cleared his throat to make his presence known.
"Charlie, hi!" She cooed over Aaron. She had missed both of them more than she realized.
"Erm, about Zoe...did you see her? when you were with the Others? Before she disappeared?"
Jo nodded. "I did."
"And did she mention...me...at all?"
Jo sighed heavily. It wasn't her place to get involved in the complex relationship that had evolved between Zoe and Charlie. "Yes. She was upset, and mentioned your name, but I think more than anything it was sadness over having to leave you."
"And that's all?" he continued to quiz Jo.
"That's all," she replied gently.
"Okay then." Charlie left her side, clearly lost in his thoughts, and allowed her to continue to the graves alone.
Jo knelt by Boone's grave and observed the fresher graves surrounding his that belonged to Shannon, Libby, Ana Lucia, and Eko. Jo closed her eyes and hung her head in silent prayer. She had been shocked by the news of Libby and Ana's murder, and even more devastated when Hurley informed her of Eko's death. Eko had been her first companion on the island, he had helped her to heal in those intense early days after the crash. The last time she had seen Eko was the day she followed Christian Shephard to the caves and left the tail section survivors behind. She mourned the friend she would never see again. "So much death," she said aloud, and began to cry.
Her tears fell on Boone's grave as she sat in meditation for quite some time. Finally, as dusk fell over the camp, she stood up. A gravelly voice with a thick Scottish accent addressed her from behind. "Did ye know him?"
Jo whirled around to face the owner of that voice. It was a man she had never seen before among the survivors. She didn't know how long he had been watching her. "I did," she responded sadly, glancing again at the cross marking Boone's grave. "We were close." A few moments passed before she spoke again. "You must be the one Hurley told me about, the one that was in the hatch. That hatch killed him, you know" - she gestured at Boone's grave - "that hatch and his blind devotion to that goddamned John Locke." she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to push the anger she felt towards John out of her mind. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be...I'm just so tired."
"Aye, I'm Desmond," he said as he offered his hand. She shook his hand and attempted to smile but could barely summon the energy for it. "You should rest," he agreed. "I'll walk with you."
Jo was grateful for his company, and even more grateful to be surrounded by friends. She felt like she was home.
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Post by fearandloathin on Jul 26, 2009 17:48:18 GMT -4
Day 83
Zoe's eyes flickered open as she awoke from her couple of days being unconcious. Ahead was ground level, and the sun shining through odd spots through the jungle's trees. Her back ached badly from the rubble she had fallen onto, as well as she scratches that were already scarring, her arms, and her leg throbbed painfully. She groaned as she turned on her front to ease herself up onto her feet. Zoe's immediate plan was to climb out her self made hole, but she didn't get very far, falling straight back onto her arse. She sighed in frustration, her hair plastered itself to her face from the damp and sweat. She turned and noticed a tunnel. Man-made tunnel. Maybe there was another way out of this place, so she followed it, and it led to an underground room, like a scene out of Indianna Jones.
The room suddenly lit up around her, flames licking the centuries old walls in their posts, and before her, small steams of black smoke emerged from the ground, and flowed around her, flickering various memories of her past, majority being of Jake and her more recent past, Charlie, including intimate memories as well as mundane ones.
The smoke then merged together as she trembled with fear, into the shape of her deceased fiance, Jake Taylor. Zoe gasped.
"Jake." She whispered in disbelief. Jake placed a finger on his lips to indicate her to be quiet.
"You need to listen to me, this is very important." Jake spoke tp her softly, as tears welled in her eyes.
"Wh-what?" Zoe asked, stunned by his presence, although at the back of her mind, she knew it really wasn't him, atbut this was an impressive copy. He looked exactly like her significant other, smelled like him and gave the same calming and loving atmosphere he always gave her in his presence.
"You need to go back to the beach. Your new lover, Charlie, he's going to do something that will endanger the entire island. A woman has parachuted onto the island, and she isn't who she says she is. She is going to help Charles Widmore to this island, and that can't happen, understand me? He's responsible for my death remember." Jake started to explain. Zoe nodded as he spoke.
"What's Charlie got to do with this?" Zoe asked quietly.
"He's going to swim down to an underwater dharma station and switch on the communications to the outside world which will allow contact to Widmore's boat. You have to stop him, by any means necessary." Jake instructed her.
"How do I get out of here?" Zoe asked firmly as confirmation for accepting her task.
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Zoe found a more accesable slope to climb out of the deteriorating temple and she was in the depths of the jungle again. A light breeze flowed through the jungle in a western direction, and Zoe took it as a sign this was the direction she needed to get back to camp, so she started her journey, looking herself over in the light at her various scratches and bruises. She noticed her tummy was more swollen, no doubt from the growing being inside of her. She didn't worry for her baby, she had a good feeling he or she was doing ok, that the fall didn't have a bad effect on it.
Zoe walked through the jungle for hours, and it only took twenty mintues before she was on a familiar route back to camp. She knew she would get there by sunrise the next morning.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Jul 27, 2009 5:45:02 GMT -4
Day 88
Carrie was woken by Richard moving slightly. They'd fallen asleep in each other's arms, both fully dressed. They'd only had single beds when they'd made camp, so it was rather squashed, the both of them in the same bed. Carrie turned over onto her back to see Richard had his glasses on, and was reading his book, which he put down when he noticed Carrie waking.
"Morning, Sleepy," he smiled.
"Morning," Carrie replied, kissing him. Richard took his glasses off and put them on top of his book, before embracing Carrie fully.
"C'mon, we'd better get moving," Richard said, "we've gotta pack up before John wakes up." He sat up and began putting his boots on, which he'd kicked off the night before.
Carrie sat up too, wrapping her arms around Richard's waist and gently kissing his shoulder. "Do we have to?" She smiled.
"I'm afraid so," Richard replied. "Ben's orders." He stood up and began rolling up his bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Carrie rolled up her bed too.
After a while, Carrie and Richard had managed to pack up the beds and their tent. Locke began to wake up, so the Others all started hurrying away. "C'mon, we've gotta lead them," Richard said. "Me and Ben are the only ones who know the way."
"Okay." Carrie hoisted her bag full of her clothes, her book and her rolled-up bed onto her back. "You still haven't explained where we're going."
"We're going to the Temple," Richard said, as he took the lead, Carrie walking next to him but still following him.
"Why are we going there?" Carrie frowned.
"Ben's orders," Richard said. Carrie couldn't keep count of the amount of times he'd said that recently.
Ben's voice drifted from far behind them. "And unless you're carrying your father's body on your back," he was saying, "don't bother."
"So glad I didn't have to kill someone," Carrie commented. "Don't think I'd have done it."
"Don't you?" Richard looked at Carrie. "You've killed before." Carrie looked up at Richard, a murderous stare in her eyes. "Sorry," Richard apoligized quickly. "I didn't think."
"You never think, Richard," Carrie joked. "How far will it be 'til we get there?"
"Couple of days," Richard replied. "Be careful here," he warned, instinctively holding Carrie's arm to make sure she didn't fall as they made their way over a large group of jagged rocks.
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Post by WinZFactor on Jul 27, 2009 5:49:50 GMT -4
2 days before Christmas, 2002.
Mars sighed and put her pen down on the table in front of her. He has only managed to finish half of her paperwork so far, and have decided to take a short break. Mars watched lazily as Andrew walked around the room, sticking some Christmas decoration on the walls and ceilings.
Mars jerked when she saw Martin coming into the room. “Hey tigers! Whoa, I love what you did with this place, Andrew!”Martin placed his shopping bags on top of the kitchen table.
“Hey Martin.” Mars waved at him, followed by Andrew.
“Whatcha doing, Mars?” Martin sat next to Mars and started to look at the papers in front of her.
The butterflies in Mars’ stomach gave a flutter as all her thought processes seemed to have stopped. Her cheeks are flushing and she tried my best to hide it by bending down the couch to pull a candy wrapper that seemed stuck between the cushions.
Andrew grinned and walked to his room, leaving Mars and Martin alone in the living room, and Mars glared at him as he walked away – half chuckling.
Mars silently continued her paperwork as Martin watched. He was Mars’ best friend, but lately… something more than that. Without knowing it, she suddenly can’t stop thinking about his warm and calm demeanor, his nice brown hair, his beautiful sapphire-like eyes…
“Um, do you want something to eat?” Martin asked, pulling Mars from her deep reverie.
“No. No!” Mars blurted out, trying to make her voice sound casual.
“Alright then.” Martin shrugged. “Hey, do you want to go out tomorrow? You know… buy some things for Christmas?”
“Sorry, Martin…” Mars glanced at her paperwork “I’ve been kinda spaced-out lately…”
“Must be because of work right? Too bad you have such things to do during the holidays and have to stay here at home… Well, at least you’re getting a lot closer to getting promoted as a senior paramedic – judging from the way you’re all dedicated to your job like that.” Martin smiled.
“Yeah.” Mars replied, a bit glad that he didn’t know the things going on in her head. “I have to hand this in tomorrow.”
“Anyhow, I’ll leave you for now.” Martin stood up. Mars frowned, but managed to stay calm.
“Well… see you then.” Mars gave Martin a friendly wave before grabbing a pillow and buried her head on top of it in frustration.
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Post by fearandloathin on Jul 27, 2009 6:29:44 GMT -4
Day 84
The sun was rising when Zoe made it back to the beach camp. She emerged through the jungle onto the beach, and sat down immediately for yearning of a long deserved rest, her cuts were even more less visable now, but a few scars still remained, her head inujury was still visible too, a small lump on forhead where she had hit the ground that was bruised pretty bad of purples, blues and greys. The first person to spot her was Rose, who walked calmly over to her.
"You know, people have been worried about you." She spoke to her softly. Zoe glanced up at her, her eyes squinting from the ever brightening sunlight.
"Hey Rose." She breathed, catching her breath.
"Would you like a hand? You look like you're on deaths door." Rose offered. Zoe smiled weakly.
"That would be lovely. Thanks." Zoe replied, and took Rose's hand as she supported her in getting up and walking to the middle of camp, where Zoe was surprised to find quite a number of people awake, as well as a couple of people she didn't expect to be here. Jack, Juliet and Jo, who she had last seen back at the barracks.
"Zoe!" Jo exclaimed as she caught sight of her, and ran over to her, hugging her. "What happened to you?"
"I had an accident in the jungle couple of days back. I'm fine though. What are you doing here? How did you get away?" Zoe asked curiously.
"The Others abandoned us. They've left the barracks, and they left me, Jack, Juliet, Kate and Sayid behind too." Jo explained. "We tried to find you, but we assumed the Others had taken you with them." Zoe shook her head.
"No, I haven't been anywhere near the barracks since that bald wanker blew up the sub." Zoe explained. "You probably have seen more of them then I have. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in Hydra though, after my disappearing act, afterall, you know what they are like when you break the rules." Zoe smirked.
"It's not funny! We were all really worried about you!" Jo frowned disapprovingly.
"No, of course, you're right. It's not funny." Zoe replied apologetically, and with a serious tone. "Which brings me on to Naomi. We have to stop her." Jo frowned.
"Naomi? Who's Naomi?" Jo asked.
"Shes's going to help Widmore kill everyone on this island if we help her." Zoe told her.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Jul 27, 2009 6:36:31 GMT -4
Carrie looked up at the old country house. It was rather quiet, and peaceful. She recognised it from her visits as a toddler, memories that were hazy now.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The file was still in her hands. It had been a day, now, since Carrie had left the Island. She hadn't let go of the file once. It was like a guide to her. If she let go, she would lose her way.
Carrie's heart started pounding as footsteps approached the door. It seemed to happen in slow motion, as the door was opened and there stood Carrie's father. Martin Copeland. She had no idea what he was going to say, even if he was going to recognise her. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. The last time they had seen each other was when she was six years old. She was twenty-seven now, and not to mention she had a baby inside her, although the bump wasn't visible yet.
Martin looked at Carrie with a questioning look on his face. "Yes?"
"Martin Copeland." Carrie said his name to assure him she knew him. "Don't suppose you recognise me, do you?"
Her father frowned. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Carrie smiled. He recognised her, but couldn't put his finger on it.
"You gave me this." Carrie retreived Martin's note from her pocket, and handed it to him. He only needed to glance at it to realise what it was, and who she was.
Martin looked up at the woman in front of him. "Carrie?"
Carrie smiled. "Long time, no see, Dad."
Martin was stunned. He'd given up on the possibilty his first daughter might come looking for him, yet here she was. But she didn't look like his daughter. Of course, twenty one years had passed, but something in him had still expected her to be the fresh-faced six year old he'd abandoned. At last, he asked, "do you wanna come in?"
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Post by WinZFactor on Jul 27, 2009 7:46:03 GMT -4
“Oh dear Lord, is Christmas…” Mars mumbled as she slouched on the cough in the living room. She couldn’t believe it. She has been too picky to find the perfect gift for Martin, agonized over it for so long and now she has nothing. Mars rolled over, looked at the floor and glanced at the gifts her friends and work mates have given her for Christmas – all beautifully wrapped and neatly prepared.
She sank herself deeper into the couch’s cushion, cursing on how idiotic she was.
Just then, she heard footsteps headed to where she was. Mars thought that it would probably be Andrew, arriving early and rather eager to open his presents.
Martin entered the room, greeting her with a smile as he took off his coat. Mars was speechless and unprepared, without a single clue of what to do. Martin looked at Mars.
‘This is not good. Not good at all.’ Mars thought.
“So how are you? I know I’m quite early than expected… “
“Oh, right.” Mars stuttered. Sudden lumps were churning in her stomach.
It was only then that Martin noticed that Mars had a problem. His eyes were filled with worry, and Mars’ eyes widened, filled with fear that they might soon change to hate.
“Mars, what’s the matter? You don’t look so well…” he voiced out as he came closer towards Mars. He held out his hand and rested the back of his palm on her forehead to check the temperature. Mars gasped, her heartbeat way above normal.
“Martin... I – I really don’t deserve a friend like you… I – I’m sorry…” Mars said with a voice that came out shaky and choked.
She tried her best to avoid his gaze.
“Huh, why?” Martin asked.
Mars took a deep breath and looked at Martin’s face. “I couldn’t find a present for you.”
“What? Is that all?” Martin remarked, blinking a bit and looking somewhat relieved. “Geez Mars, I thought it was something serious… you had me worried.”
Mars looked at him with disbelief.
“It’s no big deal really,” he shrugged. “If you felt that bad about it, you could just give me one some other time, or treat me to lunch sometime,” he continued while giving me a reassuring smile. He wasn’t kidding. “Honestly, Mars, I really don’t mind.”
“Well I do,” Mars glumly told him as she covered her face with her hands.
“Mars…” Martin said while setting a hand on her shoulders. “I already heard from Andrew how you spent all this time looking for a present for me. No matter what you have picked out, I would’ve been flattered. After all, how often do you spend so much time thinking about me?”
“A lot more than you’d think,” Mars muttered under her breath.
“Cheer up. It’s Christmas and I think you’d like it if you open your present now.”
With that, Martin left to retrieve a colorful wrapped package from his bag and handed it to her.
“Go ahead and open it. Maybe you’ll feel better.”
Mars looked at the package sitting on her lap. She slowly tore away the wrapping paper. Underneath all that paper was a cardboard box and inside the box was…
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Post by tigerlily on Jul 27, 2009 11:01:22 GMT -4
Day 84
Jo stepped outside of Jack's tent after only a few precious hours of sleep and stretched lazily in the sun. She was exhausted from tending to Claire the previous night, but thanks to Juliet she had pulled through. Juliet's actions had also earned the respect of the other survivors, and Jo felt content knowing that she would now be accepted as one of them.
She wandered over to the pantry table and grabbed a couple of mangoes for breakfast, then promptly dropped them in surprise when she spotted Rose and Zoe walking towards the camp.
"Zoe!" she cried happily and sprinted towards her, hugging her close. "What happened to you?"
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Zoe's story puzzled Jo. She had no idea who Naomi was, nor Widmore for that matter. Nothing she said made any sense. Jo suggested that Zoe take a rest in her tent to recover from her journey, then decided to consult with Jack to see what he thought about Zoe's state of mind. She spotted him by Claire's tent, checking up on her and Aaron.
Before she could reach Jack and Claire she was intercepted by Desmond. He seemed agitated, and asked her to walk with him along the beach. Hurley had told her that there was something different about Desmond, that he knew things that were going to happen and had never yet been wrong, but Jo remained skeptical. Still, Desmond spoke with a sense of urgency that made her want to know more. She would talk to Jack later.
"What's going on, Desmond? Is everything all right?"
"I need your help. Hurley, Charlie, Jin and I need to leave the camp today to find a cable that leads into the ocean. Finding this cable is the answer to everything - it's the answer to getting us off the island."
Jo raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Why do you need me?"
"Two things," he continued, nearly breathless with anxiety. "First, we need to have a doctor with us, and second, I need you to convince Zoe to come along."
"What about Jack..."
"No." he interrupted her. "It has to be you."
"Desmond, I'm sorry. I just returned to camp, I'm not up for another adventure. You'll have to go without me."
"It's for Charlie." Desmond pleaded. "If you come with us, you'll save his life."
Jo felt a sudden chill throughout her body. Something in Desmond's eyes told her that he was telling the truth, that he had seen something that terrified him, and that Charlie's life really was in danger. And all of a sudden, she experienced a vision of her own: Zoe held a newborn baby, and the baby looked shockingly similar to Charlie. Jo gasped. "Zoe's baby..." she murmured, and Desmond saw her eyes glaze over as she retreated into her own thoughts. Everything made sense! she thought. She felt like she was in an old-timey cartoon, and an enormous lightbulb had suddenly lit up over her head. Zoe had conceived on the island, and the only person she had feelings for was Charlie. The date of conception coincided with her brief escape from the Others' control. Of course he was the father of her baby! It was so obvious - why hadn't she figured it out ages ago?
Jo understood now that she had to do what Desmond asked. She had to do it to save Charlie, to make sure that Zoe's baby had a father.
Desmond reached for her hand and squeezed it. "Will you come with us?"
Jo squeezed back. "Yes, of course I will."
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Jul 27, 2009 12:09:58 GMT -4
Carrie was sat on an old dusty couch, opposite her father, who was sitting on an armchair opposite her. They were both clutching cups of hot chocolate. They'd both been happy to discover neither liked tea nor coffee. Carrie had spent the last half an hour explaining practically the last twenty-one years. She explained about the relationship between her and her mother, about Kelso, the Island. Of course, she didn't mention any of the more intrigate mysteries of the Island. She made it sound like it was an ordinary island off the coast of the USA, where she'd been asked to perform psychological analysises. She wasn't sure if she should mention Richard at all, or the baby. She was just deliberating in her head whether or not she should, when her dad asked her, almost as if he had heard her thoughts.
"Y'all got special someone?" He asked.
Carrie smiled. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I do."
"You still seem like the little six year old I knew!" Martin said. "Much too young for boyfriends. Guess I'll have to bring myself to admit you're a grown woman now. What's his name?"
"Richard," Carrie replied, smiling.
Martin tilted his head to the side slightly. He could tell by the look on Carrie's face as she had said Richard's name, and the way she'd spoken, how much she must feel for him. "Y'all married, or-?"
"No," smiled Carrie. "No, we're just together. Well ... it's kinda difficult at the moment. He had to stay on the Island, but I had to leave."
"Why?" Martin frowned. "He doesn't sound like the right kinda guy to me, if he didn't come with you."
"It's complicated," Carrie tried to explain, "things would fall apart over there if he left."
"Why did you leave in the first place, then?"
"The chemicals in the air ..." Carrie paused. "They affect women's wombs. A pregnant woman can only survive a few days there, before they start having severe health issues. I'd have died if I'd stayed."
Martin raised his eyebrows in shock. "You mean you're-?"
Carrie nodded. "Yeah," she said, not looking at him. "Yeah, I am. Which is why Richard had to send me away, so I'd survive. It's very hard to get to and from the Island, plus with Richard's high position ... I might never see him again. Which is why I came here, to find you, because I can't raise this baby on my own, Dad, I need your help." She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. "Please, Dad, I know it's sudden, but ... can I stay here?"
"Of course you can!" Martin replied without hesitation. "You can stay here as long as you need."
"Y'all wanna explain to me what's going on?" A female voice from the doorway made Carrie and Martin both jump. Carrie recognised her as the woman from the photographs.
"How long y'all been listening to us, Lorlai?" Martin asked.
"Long enough to know this girl's pregnant and claims to be your daughter," Lorlai replied.
"She don't just claim, Hon, she is my daughter. Look at this." Martin stood up and handed Lorlai the note he'd written. "Only Carrie or Sabrina coulda had that."
"How do you know Sabrina didn't give it to her?"
"Why are you so desperate not to believe Carrie's my daughter, Lorlai?" Martin challenged. "I'm her father. If you didn't see Destiny for twenty one years, then she turned up on the doorstep, pregnant and with nowhere else to go, would you doubt her?"
Lorlai hesitated. "Alright then." She turned to Carrie. "Sorry 'bout that, Carrie, I have some trust issues. Not to mention your father can be thicker than cowpat sometimes. Guess you can take the guest room, I'm sure it has enough room for a crib."
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Post by fearandloathin on Jul 27, 2009 18:39:41 GMT -4
Day 84
Zoe did as Jo suggested, and found her own tent she had built within the first few days of the crash. She didn't have any of her things either. They were back at the barracks from when she was readying herself for going back to L.A, and not only that, they were at the bottom of the ocean now as they had been loadedon the sub before Locke had decided to go blow it up.
After a few hours of rest, Zoe was visited by Jack, whom had been busy consoulling with Claire who had been having increasingly painful headaches recently.
"Hey Zoe. How are you doing?" Jack asked.
"Better now I've had volluntary sleep rather then knocky-out-type ones." Zoe smiled.
"Good, good." Jack replied. "So, what exactly happened to you?"
"I went for a wonder in the jungle, and that black smoke monster started to chase me, I ran, and the ground crumpled beneath me, I got knocked out, I woke up, and Jake was there. He gave me a warning. To stop Naomi from getting contact to her boat, because if she does, we are all going to die." Jack gave her a puzzled expression.
"Who's Naomi?" Jack asked.
"The woman from the parachute!" Zoe replied. "You know, the one Desmond found?"
"Right..." Jack replied skeptically. "Zoe, how long were you knocked out for? Have you had anything to eat or drink recently, how's the baby?" Jack started to bombard her with doctory questions now.
"I'm not crazy Jack!" Zoe huffed with frustration. "I know what I saw. He was there!"
"I thought Jake died a few months ago?" Jack asked.
"He was killed a few months ago!" Zoe replied hotly. "But dead or not, I saw him, and I know it was him."
"Zoe, you hit your head, and in your condition, you could have hallucinated anything." Jack countered.
"Ugh. I don't have time for this. 'Scuse me Jack. I'm going to find someone who actually trusts me enough to believe me!" And she stormed out her tent, remembering how Claire got frustrated when she knew someone was injecting her baby in the dead of night and was now empathetic with how she had felt. She hadn't long tumbled out her tent when she accidently bumped right into Charlie.
"Sorry." She blushed.
"Don't be." Charlie smiled warmly. "Wow, that little thing is really growing now." Charlie commented as Zoe's bump, small as it was, it was significantly growing faster then normal, although, only anyone who had known her date of conception would only realise this. Zoe's cheeks flushed further.
"It's good to see you again Charlie." Zoe replied and walked off, but Charlie caught up with her.
"Are you ok?" He asked her.
"I'll be better when I eventually get off this island." She muttered bitterly. Charlie grabbed her hand and turned her to face him.
"Zoe. Do you have something on your mind you need to tell me?" He asked her, looking at her dead in the eye with a significant look. Zoe stared back into his soft blue eyes, considering for a moment telling him what he needed to know.
"No, Charlie, why would you think that?" She replied relucantly.
"I don't know." Charlie answered, frowning slightly. "I just feel like there's something you're not telling me."
"Well, there is something you should know." Zoe said in serious tones.
"Yes?" Charlie prompted.
"Don't turn it on Charlie. Don't swim down to that station." Zoe told him seriously. Like Jack, he gave her a confused expression.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Just trust me. Don't do whatever it is you're asked to do down there." Zoe replied and walked away again along the beach, leaving Charlie staring after her, bemused.
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Post by WinZFactor on Jul 28, 2009 7:28:25 GMT -4
Martin pried the cork from the wine bottle and tossed it past Mars and Andrew into the clear, rushing water of the narrow stream. It immediately bobbed to the surface and joined several brown and orange leaves drifting to their direction. Martin filled three clear plastic cups with the deep red liquid and set them on the flat ground. A light wind stirred the air and Mars took a deep breath.
“First day of the year.” Andrew shook his head. “Man, I’m excited! It’s going to be a great year, I can feel it!” He smiled and lies down on the ground, his head rested on top of his bag.
Mars nodded, looking at the horizon, the sun beating down. “It will be. Don’t worry.”
Martin handed Mars and Andrew a cup of wine. “What do you guys want to toast?” he asked.
“To life.” Andrew lifted his glass.
“To life.” Mars lifted her glass and smiled.
Martin raised his eyebrows. “Viva la Vida.”
They touched cups and each took a sip.
Martin, Mars and Andrew were alone in the park, enjoying the chilly winter weather. Leaves started to fall down on top of them, and Mars sighed as she finished her cup of wine. Martin rested his hand on top of her shoulders and leaned forward to her, and Mars’ eyes widened in surprise as Martin’s lips touched hers.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” Andrew said. “Is this your way to tease a single man like me?”
Mars gave Andrew a puzzled look. “Wait – what happened to that girl you like? What’s her name again… Shannon?”
Martin giggled when he saw Andrew’s face started to turn red. Andrew looked away. “I – I was just about to tell her, but then this guy popped out and I needed to give him CPR…”
“Nonsense!” Martin laughed.
“It’s true!” Andrew sat up. “This guy had this car accident and –“
Andrew narrowed his eyes and glanced past Martin and Mars to a nearby jogging track, where a man could be seen walking down the track, disoriented. He held a bottle of beer on his left hand. Mars and Martin looked over their shoulders.
“I smell danger, man.” Andrew sighed.
A few moments later the man fell on the ground, his bottle of beer rolling down the rather steep track.
“Told you so.” He stood up. “Come on, Mars. Stay here, Martin.”
Mars and Andrew run up the track, and Andrew quickly and skillfully put the man into the correct recovery position. Mars checked his airway. It’s clear.
“Sir? Sir, can you hear me?” Andrew asked.
Mars gasped as the man started to mumble intelligibly.
“Sir, can you hear me?” Andrew asked again.
“…Sabrina..” the man started to mumble.
Andrew looked at Mars, confused. “Is that his wife?”
Mars shrugged and searched his pocket for ID cards, but found none. The man started to mumble again, various names escaping his mouth.
“Carrie, Carrie, no – don’t leave me.” The man mumbled again.
Mars jerked when she saw the man’s eyes shot open. The man looked around, and ran his hand through his brown hair.
“What?” he asked, out of breath; looking at both Mars and Andrew.
“You fell unconscious, sir. You’re on a park. It seems like you’ve been drinking.” Andrew explained. “Don’t worry. We’re trained paramedics.”
The man sat up and shook his head. “Thank you.”
“No worries.” Mars answered. The man looked at her. Mars looked back at him. 'That was easy', she thought.
“Martin Copeland.” The man reached out his hand and shook Mars’ hand. “Sorry for causing y’all so much trouble.”
“Mars McTavish.” Mars introduced herself. “Oh, and this is Andrew. Andrew Bateman.” Andrew smiled.
Martin Copeland looked at Mars in shock. “Mars McTavish?” he paused.
“Yes sir.” Mars smiled.
Martin Copeland smiled and stood to his feet. There’s something in the way he looked at Mars that Mars couldn’t really understand. They shared a few moments of silence, looking at each other.
“Do you need some assistance, sir? We can call triple 9 if you need some help.” Andrew offered.
“I’m fine.” Martin smiled. “Guess I shouldn’t be drinking while I’m walking on the park.”
Martin smiled at Mars and Mars smiled back. He started to walk away.
“By the way, Mars McTavish,” Martin stopped on his tracks and looked at Mars. “You look a lot like your mother.”
“Oh, thank you. People say that to me.” Mars smiled, “You must be one of mom’s friends, huh?”
The man smiled and started to walk away. “Take care, y’all.” He said as he walked away.
Mars and Andrew walked back to where Martin sat and started to chat until the sun sets, but Mars couldn’t stop thinking about the man she just met.
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