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Post by tigerlily on Aug 3, 2009 11:05:03 GMT -4
Day 86
Zoe was right, Jo realized. It was only a matter of time before the Others showed up to investigate the new arrival. "There's really nothing we can do about it, except be prepared. Mikhail is probably halfway to the Barracks by now; we'd never catch up with him," she reasoned out loud.
Zoe shook her head. "This is a disaster," she murmured ominously. Jo was beginning to agree with her. She consulted Desmond about the situation while Charlie, Hurley and Jin gently moved Naomi onto the stretcher.
"We should tell Jack," Jo recommended. "We should be prepared for Ben and the Others."
"No way," Desmond declared decisively. He made it clear that he no longer trusted Jack. "We keep her a secret, at least for now."
Jo scowled. "Why is it that you don't trust Jack, but you trusted me enough to bring me along on this adventure? I was with the Others for much longer, remember. I lived and worked with them for more than a month."
Desmond shrugged. "I brought you because you were in my vision. I don't know why, but you're different than Jack somehow."
Jo decided not to pursue the topic anymore. She would tell Jack about Naomi when they arrived at the camp, and together they would figure out how to deal with the Others.
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Day 86 - NIGHT
They arrived back at camp in the middle of the night and quietly stowed Naomi in Hurley's tent. Exhausted, Jo crept into the tent she shared with Jack. He was lying on his back, hands behind his head and staring up at the roof, obviously deep in thought. Jo curled up next to him.
"Jo!" he exclaimed, hugging her close. "Thank God you're back, I have something important to tell you."
"Me too," Jo agreed somberly. "You first." They sat up to talk but could barely see each other in the darkness.
"It's Juliet," Jack began. "She confessed to me that Ben sent her on purpose to gather information. She's supposed to identify our pregnant women, and they're planning to take them. She told me everything."
Jo's jaw dropped. She took a moment to gather her thoughts. Her first reaction was a feeling of betrayal. She considered Juliet a friend, and had promised to watch her back. Why had Juliet kept such dark secrets? And why would she tell Jack? Why now?
"Who else knows?"
"Nobody, just you and I right now," Jack answered. "She's on our side now, Jo. You can trust her."
Jo felt as if she had been slapped in the face. "Trust her?" she asked incredulously. "Trust her? She broke our trust! We brought her here, thinking she was abandoned by the Others, and all along she was planning to kidnap Sun and who knows who else? How can you possibly trust her now?"
"Jo, listen..." Jack reached for her hand to placate her, but she shook him off. "No Jack. She has made her loyalty clear. You're an idiot if you trust her now." Jo made her way out of the tent and stormed towards Juliet's shelter. Juliet was still awake, sitting placidly by the now-smoldering fire, her face expressionless.
"I take it Jack told you." Her voice remained calm and even, which infuriated Jo even more.
Jo wanted to scream at her, but forced herself to control her volume, not wanting to wake up the entire camp. "I don't understand you," Jo spoke in a cold voice. "Ben was going to let you die, to save himself. He was going to have you executed, Juliet! You asked Jack to kill him on the operating table. So tell me, why would you spy for him? Why would you use us?"
"It's complicated," Juliet replied simply. "I'm telling you and Jack now because I want to help you."
"It's too late." Jo couldn't hide her disgust. "I considered you a friend, Juliet. Jack and I brought you back in good faith, and you betrayed us. I'm done with you." She left Juliet by the fire and headed to the one spot that gave her a sense of peace - Boone's grave. She cried quietly to herself, feeling incredibly alone.
Desmond was walking along the beach in the moonlight, and spotted Jo sitting on the log where he had first met her. Her body shook as she sobbed, and he allowed her some time to herself before joining her on the log.
"I'll keep your secret," she said tearfully. "I won't tell Jack about Naomi."
Desmond responded by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close while she cried.
Day 87
The next morning, Jack approached Jo at the pantry where she was collecting some fruit in a bowl to bring to Naomi.
"Where did you sleep last night?" he asked, concerned. Jo remained nonchalant.
"Desmond's tent." Jack's expression darkened with jealousy. "He slept outside, Jack. The perfect gentleman." she reassured him coolly, then walked away without another word.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 3, 2009 12:34:49 GMT -4
Day 87
René did her best to digest the conversation she had with Carrie. She knew Carrie was right, but at the same time, it hurt so much inside she could burst. She laid in her tent just starring at the ceiling when Eric came by. He popped in his head since the flap was open.
"You awake?" He asked. René didn't look in his direction and continued starring. "I'm up, just thinking." She said. Her hands laying on her stomach fidgeting with her shirt.
"Can I come in?" he said cautiously. He knew René had seemed burdened the past few days. René sat up and waved him on in.
"So, what brings you by this morning Eric?" She said with a droll. He reached back behind his back, tucked in his shirt was a book. He handed it to her with a giddy smile. "Carrie said you liked this one."
René rolled her eyes. "She did huh?" René turned the cover over and read the title. Catch-22. René shook her head and laughed to her self.
"What is it?" Eric asked
"Oh, nothing. Carrie's fine sense of humor I think." She sighed.
"I didn't think you two knew each other well." Eric stated a fact. René and Carried didn't. For some reason, the complex circles that developed around camp kept them from getting to really know one another. René chuckled thinking that after their chat a couple days ago that she decided to send Eric to see her with that particular book.
"We don't," she told him. "But this is her way of distracting me I think."
"Oh." Eric said, obviously clueless.
"Well, I've gotta go get some water for the prisoner. I just wanted to drop that off for you." He smiled at her. She gave a nod and said thanks. After he left her tent she tossed the book to the side. She got up and headed out to grab something to eat with some of the others. As she was walking across camp she saw Ben over at his tent speaking with John Locke. It wasn't an intense conversation by any means, but Ben looked a bit uncomfortable. She headed over to deliberately interrupt. She knew it was probably not good timing but her brain never functioned on full rationality when it came to Ben lately.
She strolled casually over and waited for Ben to see her. "René, good morning" Ben smiled and nodded his head the way only he did.
"Just heading over to grab something to eat. Was wondering if you needed anything Ben?" She screamed at herself in her head. Seriously, this is the best excuse you can come with? Unexpectedly John stood up and said he would be glad to join me. "Great" René gleamed a giant smile as she realized how much of a backfire that was.
"René, if you see Alex, can you ask her to come see me?" Ben politely asked as they were walking away. "Never a problem Ben." John looked at René and laughed a little. "What?" she knew she had been busted. "Nothing." John said as he looked at her and they went over to grab some fruit. But as they drew further from Ben's tent he stopped and grabbed René's arm lightly to have her stop as well. They were in a spot where no one else was in hearing distance.
John was studying her face when she spoke up to begin the impending conversation. "It's too bad about the other night John. We were really expecting more." She prodded at him. Without missing a beat John starred her down and spoke just as honestly. "Yeah, it's too bad Ben doesn't feel the same way you do about him." René just kept her eyes on him. "We all have our conundrums don't we John?"
"Yes we do," he nodded, "We most certainly do." And with that they continued their walk.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 4, 2009 21:16:00 GMT -4
Day 87 - NIGHT
Jo popped into Hurley's tent to check on Naomi and found that her wound was healing nicely. Naomi was still unconscious most of the time and Jo often had to shoo Desmond and Zoe away from her. She understood that they were eager to get more information but Jo remained protective of her patient. Whether Desmond was right, and she was there to save them, or Zoe was right, and she was bringing disaster, didn't matter. What mattered right now was keeping her alive - and keeping the Others at bay.
Satisfied with her patient's progress, she left Hurley's tent and washed her hands in the trough. Jack spotted her and marched over to talk. She rolled her eyes when she saw him. She had successfully avoided Jack all day, but her luck had just run out.
He was clearly irritated. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on?"
Jo maintained an expression of ignorance. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Jack."
"All of a sudden, you're best friends with Desmond. Hurley is acting weird and hoarding more food than usual. Last night you said you had something important to tell me, then you clammed up when I told you about Juliet. Something happened on your 'camping trip,' and I want to know what it is."
Jo sighed. "All right, Jack. Walk with me."
She drifted down the beach, away from the campfires, and Jack stayed by her side. Her mind raced furiously. She wasn't ready to tell Jack about Naomi. He would tell Juliet, and if she was still spying for Ben they couldn't take the chance of giving her more information.
'We've been walking for ten minutes and you haven't said a word," Jack prodded. "What's going on?"
Jo grimaced. She had to lie to the person she loved most, and she couldn't do it. She still felt bad about lying to him about the reason for the camping trip. So she chose, instead, to simply avoid the whole truth.
"Desmond had a...a vision of sorts, about Charlie dying, and it actually happened. I mean, Charlie didn't die because he was able to prevent Charlie from dying. He's very special, Jack. That's why I've been spending time with him, to learn more about this...ability of his. It makes Hurley nervous, and that's why he's acting strange."
"Why has nobody told me this?"
"Because they don't trust you." she answered quietly. "And they trust Juliet even less. We can't tell her, Jack. If she knows about Desmond, then she'll tell Ben, and he'll come after Desmond just like he came after Walt."
"Juliet doesn't work for Ben anymore," he reminded her. He was too damn stubborn, Jo thought to herself. He'll never change his mind.
"If you have the best interests of the survivors in mind, you need to tell them the truth about Juliet. Let them decide whether to trust her."
"No. This stays with us, until Juliet is ready to face them."
"I disagree with you, Jack. You're making a bad decision and you're going to regret it."
He refused to budge. "She's on our side. We know when the Others are coming, and we have a plan."
Jo flushed hotly. "You, meaning you and Juliet? Where do I fit into this equation?"
Jack shrugged. "You know me better than anyone, Jo, and all of a sudden you are the first to doubt my judgment. If trust has been broken between us, you're the one that did it. And it's not the first time, is it?" Jack's barbed words stung her, as they were intended to. Clearly he was referring to her ill-fated affair with Boone.
He left her standing there, speechless, and returned to camp alone.
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 5, 2009 7:40:17 GMT -4
"It has been six months since the crash of Oceanic flight 815, and so far the plane’s cockpit voice recording and black box are still missing.
The National Transportation Safety Board in the U.S is planning a full-scale search on the Pacific Ocean over the next few months, with help from the U.S Navy Reserve. Based from the plane’s last data transmission to the control tower, many speculated that the plane encountered heavy turbulence and lost all controls soon afterwards. The plane was cruising at 65.970 thousand feet above sea level with speed of 510 knots when the incident happened.”
Martin turned off the radio, tears streamed down his face and into the steering wheel in front of him. He took a deep breath, opened the door of his black pick-up truck and stepped down the slightly dirty vehicle. He was alone in the clearing on top of a waterfall.
He pulled out a folded note out of his pocket, opened it and started to read it in silence. He ran his hand down his other pocket, pulled out a small, waterproof plastic bag and put the note inside. He sighed and stuffs the bag inside his pocket.
Hanging his head, he walked slowly forward and finally stood at the edge of a cliff.
He looked down into the deepening shadows of the gorge and tightly closed his eyes, more tears started to stream down his face. He took a deep breath and spreads his arms. He was less than two feet from the edge of the cliff. The wind was strong and violent, and Martin could feel his body swaying back and forth.
Martin opened his eyes and looked up to the sky.
“I’m coming.” He cried out.
Breathing heavily, he ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped.
No screams. No sounds. Just the roar of the waterfall plummeting towards the rocks below.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 5, 2009 11:32:15 GMT -4
Day 88 (early morning)
René strolled through camp stopping every now and then to converse with some people. She was feeling nervous for some reason. Since coming to the new camp she was still hesitant about John Locke. Her previous conversation had her over thinking. Everyone knew the Island had chosen him, but knowing he wasn't ready to make a true sacrifice and move forward bothered her more than many others in the camp. She found a vacant area with a dead abandoned log and decided to sit and sketch. She pulled out her small travel pad and pencil and quickly all the lines converged into an image of the beautiful green landscape that lay before her. She was so engrossed in her concentration she hadn't noticed Ben walking up to her.
"May I join you?" Ben stood off to her side not intruding on her light leaning on his walking stick gazing at her pictures. René looked away for a moment without lifting her pencil. "Of course you can. You always can." She smiled. Ben smiled back and sat next to her on the log placing the stick to his side.
He sighed a bit, as if he was unsure how to begin the conversation. She set her pad down realizing this must be more than just a casual visit. Her stomach fluttered, she tried her best to push her feelings down.
"I realize you must think many of you being here as arcane." He began. "Please understand and trust me as to why I ask you to do what you are doing René." She nodded, looking directly at him. "I do trust you Ben."
Ben continued "I realize it's been difficult with John now here,"
René interrupted him. "Why is he here Ben? He obviously isn't ready. I know he's special but, I-I can't put my feelings on why I can't bring myself to trust him."
"That's why I'm going to ask you to do something I know many others here wouldn't. I'm going to be letting everyone know that it's time to leave camp. We'll move more towards the Temple. John won't be joining us." René looked slightly stunned but relieved at the same time.
"But you just brought him here Ben," Ben cut her off. "Like you said, he's not ready."
René began processing. "Then what is it you need me to do?"
"I need you to follow him after we've left. He's an excellent tracker so don't get caught. It shouldn't take him long to decide what to do once we're gone. Get back to me as soon as you can." René looked down and closed her eyes to think for a moment. "I'm asking you to do this because I trust you René, to protect our people, to protect the Island." As he said this he placed his hands on René's for reassurance. "Move quickly, move quietly. If he truly is special, IF he's meant to be here with us, you let me know."
René opened her eyes and looked up at him. She just starred into his spacious blue eyes. "Ok." Ben nodded and began to get up from the log. She closed her drawing pad all up and put the pencil away. She stood up from the log as well and they began to walk back to camp together.
"I have another favor René." He asked as they walked. "IF he goes back to the survivors camp, let me know if you see Jo please?"
René wanted to question his interest in knowing that but decided to just leave it alone. "Of course," she agreed. "How's Sophie doing by the way? Will she be ok to move again?"
Ben nodded. "Yes, she recovering nicely."
"Good" René half smiled. She didn't know why she even brought it up. Perhaps her subconscious felt the need to punish herself. She decided not to talk the rest of the way back to camp.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 5, 2009 12:11:03 GMT -4
Day 87
Zoe was sat alone eating some fruit when Charlie joined her.
"Hey. What's up?" Charlie started the converstaion.
"I'm worried about you, Charlie." She sighed honestly. Charlie frowned, not actually expecting for something to be wrong.
"Why?" He asked.
"The way Desmond looks at you. I don't know...it disturbs me." She admitted.
"There's something I haven't told you, that I probably should." Charlie told her in a cautious tone. Zoe looked up at her.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Desmond...he has these visions. And lately, they seem to revolve around me dying." Charlie told her. "Whenever he has these visions, he warns me now, and saves me." Zoe was stunned, and lost for words to respond.
"So is that why he looks at you like he is the grim reaper?" Zoe asks.
"He thinks he won't be able to save me forever. And he is right, I suppose." Charlie mused.
"I'm not giving up on you Charlie Pace. You're not allowed to die. Not while I'm alive, you got me?" Zoe spoke sternly. Charlie grinned and nodded.
"Alright then." Charlie replied.
"Promise me." Zoe urged.
"I promise." Charlie responded.
"If you do, I'll bring you back to life and kill you again myself." She smirked, making Charlie chuckle.
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 5, 2009 18:27:03 GMT -4
“Good evening, sir. How is he? is he alright?”
“Not to my knowledge, son. He has locked himself inside his room for almost a week now.”
“Have you talked to him?”
“I can’t. He won’t listen. By the way, thanks for letting me and my wife know about this. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re very welcome.” Andrew smiled.
“We’re going out to buy something to eat. Please keep an eye on him.” Martin’s father, Matt Tilley said.
“Thank you so much, Andrew.” Martin’s mom, Jo Tilley gave Andrew a friendly hug before opening the door and left.
“You’re welcome.” Andrew murmured.
Andrew walked across the room to a sofa and dropped his heavy first aid kit on it. He glanced to a locked wooden door right in front of him. He walked slowly forward, his heart racing and his mind jumbled with thoughts. He placed his hand on the cold door and started to knock.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
Andrew summoned his courage and opened his lips to talk.
“M – Martin?” he said, his voice loud enough for the man on the room to hear. “Martin, please let me in. I haven’t seen you for the whole week – I was on an interstate duty, remember?”
Andrew waited. The silence is deafening.
“I… I have something for you to eat.” He offered, walking back to the sofa and pulled out his packed dinner out of his bag. “Please, Martin. Open the door. For me, Martin? For me?” he pleaded.
Andrew gasped when he heard a rather loud clicking sound from the door. He watched as the door swung open.
“Come in.” Martin said, his voice small.
Andrew lifted his bag and walked inside the room in a rush. Martin was behind the door, his legs crossed in front of him. His blue eyes are starting to fade away, and a milky haze is visible on his left eye. He is also considerably thinner than normal – with his cheekbone now clearly visible on his face. Blue rings are visible under his eyes – a sign that he hasn’t got enough sleep. Martin closed the door.
“My God.” Andrew knelt in front of him. “Are you OK?”
Martin smiled.”I’m fine.”
“Here.” Andrew pulled out a drinking bottle out of his bag, opened it and placed it on Martin’s lips. “Drink up.”
Andrew looked around as Martin started to drink. The place is a mess. The posters on the wall are torn apart, some of the crumpled in the corner of the room. The phone is disconnected from its’ line – probably so that no one can reach him.
“Look at this place.” Andrew gasped.
Martin looked at him, questioning.
“Look, your parents are really worried about you. You should come out and… I know this sounds silly, but you need to let it go.” Andrew explained.
“You don’t know how it feels!” Martin shot back. “It’s been 6 months with no news whatsoever, Andrew!”
Andrew grabbed Martin’s shirt and lifted him up, pinning him against the wall.
“Listen to me.” He hissed. “I know we haven’t heard any news from that crash, but this is not the way you should –“
“But I bloody love her, Andrew!” Martin interrupted, not breaking eye contact with Andrew.
Andrew loosens his grip and watched as Martin slid down the wall.
Martin stood up and walked out of the room.
“Hey! Hey! Where are you going?” Andrew yelled, holding his hand to stop him.
“Out.” Martin responded simply.
Andrew followed him outside the house, rain started to pour down endlessly.
“Martin! Stop!” He yelled. Martin opened the door of his pick-up truck and started the engine.
Andrew ran right in front of the vehicle, blocking its’ path. “Martin, stop!” he desperately said.
Martin stepped on the pedal and streamed forward towards Andrew, hitting him squarely on the chest with the vehicle. He then drove away to the darkness.
Andrew lay down breathless on the ground, blood coming out from his mouth. He pulled out his mobile phone.
“Yeah. I need an ambulance.”
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 6, 2009 11:27:04 GMT -4
Day 88
René packed lightly. Eric was there taking the rest of her things with his. "You sure it's safe? I don't why he asked you to do this?" Eric spoke with some concern.
She threw the last piece of clothing in her pack. "Eric, you are the only other person who knows I'm leaving. Ben's orders come from Jacob, do NOT question his motives." She said angrily but quietly as to not rouse suspicion of their conversation.
He whispered back, "I'm not questioning the orders René, I'm questioning him sending you." René looked up at him as she slung the pack on her back and grabbed a water container from the ground. "He has specific reasons Eric, trust him, please. Don't worry about me." She smiled.
Under his breath not quite loud enough for her to hear he responded "I always worry about you." She walked out towards the group. Looking over across camp she saw Ben talking with John. Obviously, he was breaking the news to him.
As the group left, René stayed towards the back. About two miles into their trek she began to break off when she heard someone call for her.
"René, keep up. We have to make sure our markings are consistant. John can't follow right now." Richard said. She looked him in the eye and then sprinted off to the side.
"René!" He began to yell after her. Ben swiftly walked down towards him. "Richard," He was closer now. "She doing me a favor Richard, let her go."
Richard gave him an odd look. "Trust me Richard," Ben said as he held his hand out in the direction of their path. They began walking again.
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After about an hour or so René caught up with John's trail. It wasn't hard to follow considering he was dragging Cooper along with him. She set outside the Black Rock close enough for hearing distance. She had no idea what he was doing in there but she kept vigilant.
She fell asleep and woke to a snapping branch. It wasn't dawn yet but she saw John was on the move without Cooper. She still heard some muffled noises coming from the interior of the ship so she knew John hadn't disposed of him yet. She grabbed her pack and followed him.
She knew he was heading towards the Survivors camp after about a half hour of hiking. "What the hell are you doing John?" she thought to herself. When she saw him stop and began to get James Ford's attention. Her mind was abundant with wonder now. She backtracked her steps and waited when she now saw Ford following John.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 7, 2009 12:55:38 GMT -4
Day 89
Jo spent most of her time either deep in thought by herself or tending to Naomi. As she recovered, Naomi had provided more information, and they now knew that Penelope had hired her to locate Desmond.
Jack kept his distance and spent most of his time with Juliet, which only made Jo more determined than ever to keep their secret from him. Of course she missed him, and jealousy ate away at her whenever she saw them together, but she knew that she and Jack would sort things out in time. He had purposely tried to make her jealous once before with Kate, when Jo suffered from amnesia and didn’t remember him, and they had managed to find each other again. But she still wanted nothing to do with Juliet. As far as Jo was concerned, their tenuous friendship had ended permanently.
Her guilt over not believing Zoe's warnings weighed heavily on her mind, yet she wasn’t quite sure how to approach her to make amends. They hadn't had much time to talk since they returned to camp, mostly because the entire camping group was trying to lay low in order to conceal Naomi from all the other survivors. Jo didn’t blame Zoe one bit if she was purposely avoiding her, either. After all, it wasn't too long ago that both Jo and Jack were accusing her of hallucinating the entire thing.
Jo was in Hurley’s tent with Desmond when Charlie brought Sayid in. Jo raised her eyebrows in surprise, not expecting anybody new to be brought into their secretive circle, but Desmond seemed pleased and allowed Sayid to talk to Naomi. Sayid seemed skeptical of her story until Naomi handed her satellite phone over to him to fix. Jo met Desmond's eyes, and he responded with a broad grin. Their rescue appeared to be imminent, yet Jo still felt troubled. Something about Naomi wasn't sitting quite right with her, and she was beginning to wonder whether Zoe might have been right about her after all.
Jo left Hurley’s tent and sought Zoe by the camp's kitchen area.
"How are things, Zoe?" Jo asked casually. “Is the baby behaving?” She attempted a friendly smile.
"Fine," Zoe replied briskly. "Nothing new to report. Did you want something? I recommend the oatmeal, it’s delicious.”
Jo decided to get straight to the point. “Look, Zoe. I’d like to know more about your encounter with Jake. We need to know if we can believe Naomi. She’s given her sat phone to Sayid to fix, so it’s only a matter of time before she contacts her people and brings them here. If they’re not here to rescue us, we need to know what to expect. Desmond is so fixated on Penny’s presumed role in this rescue that he’s not really seeing the situation clearly. Maybe Jack’s skepticism is rubbing off on me, but I think we need to look at the bigger picture a little more closely before we accept Naomi’s motives on blind faith. What did Jake tell you about her?”
"He said to stop Charlie from..." Zoe paused and eyed Jo suspiciously. "Wait, all of a sudden you believe me?"
Jo cleared her throat nervously. "Well, you were right about Naomi...”
“I see,” Zoe nodded. She still looked wary of Jo’s motives, but at the same time she seemed grateful to have someone that didn’t think she was crazy, at last.
“This is my apology to you,” Jo explained. “I’ve never told anybody this, but I’ve seen people on this island, people who were supposed to be dead. I’ve seen Jack’s father, and Boone. And I thought I was crazy. So yes, I believe you, and should have believed you from the start. Please, tell me what you know.”
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 7, 2009 13:05:49 GMT -4
Day 89
René moved as fast as she could through the dense, thick jungle. She knew John was on the move and she was determined to get to Ben to let him know Cooper was dead. The only thing she couldn't' figure out was if John actually did it himself. If she had tried to move closer in to see exactly why Ford was there she surely would have been caught. She was near collapse when she decided to take a break for some water at a stream. She'd been running for nearly an hour straight.
"You can't tell him. Not yet René, it's not time." The voice came from over her shoulder and she was so startled she dropped her water container and lept back ward. In the same motion she pulled her gun from the back of her pants and drew it straight out. Laying on her back on the streams edge she surveyed all she could see, heart pounding. She saw no one. "Where are you?!" She yelled out. She dare not move to get up yet, she was still pointing the gun into nothingness for a good two to three minutes before deciding to get up.
"Not yet!" Whispered loudly in her ear as she closed up the water container. She didn't have time to react, from all sides she was bombarded with whispers. She ran as fast as she could and without properly looking tripped on a tree root and slammed into a tree thwacking her head so hard it split open a small cut. She pamled it and looked at the blood on her hand. It was the last thing she saw before passing out.
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René woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and knew John had to have made good time on tracking back to others camp. She didn't have time to worry about her head. She didn't know if she was still bleeding or not, she just ran as hard as she could to get back to Ben.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 7, 2009 18:00:32 GMT -4
Day 89
Zoe was pleased that Jo had appeared to come around to facing the truth, but was still cautious, and noted to monitor her body language very carefully to see if she truely had faith in her.
"When I was chased by the smoke monster, I fell underground into this strange underground place - there were stone walls you see. It was like something out of Indiana Jones. I walked along this tunnel and came across this room, smoke sifted through the ground and all around me, and morphed into this shape of Jake, and he spoke to me. I know it is strange, and impossible, but it was him. Looked like him to every detail, smelt like him, his voice was so real. He warned me. He warned me there was this woman, Naomi, on the island, and she was going to kill us all if we didn't stop her, that she was connected to Charles Widmore, the man who destroyed my home and the man that wants to get this island. I know this because Ben told me ages ago, when he told me how he knew everything about him. Jake then told me how Charlie was going to help Widmore get to the island by turning some kind of communication signal on, that it was underwater, and I had to stop him to stop Widmore finding this island. To stop Naomi getting in contact with her boat through her satallite phone, because if she does, everyone is in danger on this island. Everyone will die." Zoe explained, slowly as she recalled the conversation with Jake. Zoe studied Jo's face carefully as she spoke, looking for how she reacted. Jo didn't say anything for a moment, so Zoe chose the moment to add something.
As Zoe explained her conversation with Jake, she felt shivers coarse through her spine at the every mention of Charles Widmore's name. He was definately a man she intended never to meet.
"Apology accepted by the way, Jo, you are probably one of my best friends here, one of the few I most trust, I wouldn't know what to do if I had lost you because of this." Zoe added, smiling now, then the baby made some movement, and pushed on her bladder slightly, causing her a slighty pain, but it was durable, and gave a facial expression to Jo to let her know it was nothing to worry about.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 8, 2009 11:47:06 GMT -4
Day 89
Carrie's eyes fluttered open as she woke up. She yawned, figuring it must be early. She wasn't surprised to see Richard wasn't there - he was always up early. She forced herself up, slipped some clothes on and gave her hair a quick brush before emerging from the tent. Richard was crouching on the ground, next to Tom, who was sitting in one of the chairs.
"Morning," Carrie greeted them both, sitting on the ground next to Richard.
"Morning," Tom returned the greeting.
"Only just morning," Richard reminded her, "you're getting lazy, missy."
"Am I? Didn't notice," Carrie replied, as Richard handed her a cup of coffee.
They were interrupted suddenly by Mikhail charging into the camp at full speed. "Where is Ben?" He demanded. "Where is he?"
Ben emerged from his tent, leaning slightly on his walking stick. "Thought you were dead," he said casually.
"I am fortunate the pilons were not set to a lethal level," Mikhail replied. There was a pause, as Locke emerged from Ben's tent. "What is he doing here?" Mikhail sounded agitated.
"It's all right-" Ben began.
"He's the one who tried to kill me!" Mikhail cut across.
Ben looked behind at Locke, then back at Mikhail. "He's with us now. Where have you been, Mikhail?"
"I encountered several of his people in the jungle," Mikhail replied, looking at Locke as if it were his fault. "They had an injured woman with them. Apparently, she had just parachuted onto the Island."
"What!?"
"Her helo crashed into water," said Mikhail. "She says her ship is approximately 130 clicks to the west of us. She has a radio telephone."
"Where is she now?" Ben asked darkly, evidently concerned.
"I assume they have taken her back to their camp," stated Mikhail, as if it were obvious.
"We'll be visiting their camp day after tomorrow, we'll take care of it then," Ben replied.
"Day after tomorrow?" Mikhail sounded shocked at Ben's lack of enthusiasm at going that minute. "We have to go now!"
"Ben's not going anywhere with you." Locke piped up from behind Ben.
"Excuse me?" Mikhail said as Ben turned to look at Locke.
"He and I are going to see Jacob," Locke announced.
Carrie raised her eyebrows, shocked. She was one of the very few people who knew it was Richard who went to see Jacob, not Ben. Richard stood up in shock. It amused Carrie slightly to see Ben's face was clearly stating the last thing he wanted was for Locke to have said what he had.
"Please tell me this isn't true, Benjamin," Mikhail said quietly.
Ben looked around at everyone watching them, clearly panicking about what to do. "Sorry, I have to deal with this now, John," he said, looking at Locke. "Our excursion will have to wait."
"Since when do you have to explain yourself to him?" Mikhail asked, as Locke walked forwards. "An outsider-"
Mikhail was interrupted suddenly, by Locke throwing a punch at him. Carrie was surprised - she hadn't thought of Locke as the type to hit someone. Mikhail was thrown to the ground. He tried to get up, but Locke kicked him.
"Tom?" Ben looked over to where Tom, Richard and Carrie were sat. Tom did nothing, but sipped his coffee. "Richard?" Ben sounded desperate now, for someone to intervene. Richard did nothing, just stood there. Locke hit Mikhail a few more times, Carrie wondering why Richard hadn't intervened when Ben had asked him to.
Locke stood up, and walked over to Ben. "So when do we leave?" He asked, breathing heavily.
Later
"Why didn't you help him?"
Richard turned around. "Who?" He asked, although he knew perfectly well who Carrie was talking about.
"Mikhail," Carrie replied. "Ben asked you to help him, why didn't you?"
"Long story," Richard tried to shake off the question, picking up a bucket. His eyes set on someone behind Carrie. She and Alex, who was sorting through DHARMA food nearby, looked around and they all stared as Ben and Locke made their way out of the camp.
Day 89 night - really late, like midnight/very early day 90
Carrie turned over in her bed, unable to sleep. It wasn't that anything was worrying her, it was just one of those nights were she couldn't sleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, wondering what to do. She looked over at Richard in his bed, and although he had his eyes closed, Carrie could tell he wasn't asleep. Quietly, she got out of her bed and slid into Richard's, wrapping her arms around him. "Can't sleep?" He murmered sleepily.
"No," Carrie replied, moving into a comfortable position, resting her head on his chest. "I need your body warmth."
Richard smiled and stroked her hair lightly. Carrie looked up at him. He was looking at the side of the tent, lost in thought. "You look worried," she said.
"It's nothing," Richard said, looking back at Carrie. "You don't wanna know what's going on in my head."
Smiling, Carrie carressed his jawline. "Forget about it for now," she said, kissing him. Richard kissed her back, knowing she was right. He had been concerned about Ben trying to convince Locke he was taking him to see Jacob. He knew he shouldn't have been thinking about it then. He was with Carrie, and he didn't want her to get involved. Not that he doubted she could handle anything, she'd handled his age better than anyone, but for selfish reasons. Carrie was his detox - the one who treated him like a normal human being. Everyone else, no matter how friendly they were with him, was obviously very aware he was different - older, more experienced, and of course unable to age. If Carrie got involved with the bigger picture, Richard was worried she might not look at him in the same way. He knew, however, that one day she would get involved. Jacob had said she would. He'd warned him, all those years ago, the dangers of being in a relationship with Carrie. She was special, destined to risk her life for the Island. But at the same time, Jacob had told Richard that he should be with her. He'd said everything would be so much easier to do if he was doing it for her.
"You look really tired," Richard said.
"Gonna sleep now," Carrie muttered, so tired she'd barely been able to string a sentence together, and rested her head back on Richard's chest.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 9, 2009 13:52:36 GMT -4
Day 89
Jo frowned slightly as she absorbed Zoe's words, her thoughts racing furiously. "So you're telling me that everything Naomi has told us is a lie? That she was never sent by Penny to find Desmond?"
Zoe nodded emphatically. "Yes. And Desmond is going to ask Charlie to do this because he thinks it will save everyone. But they're not here to save us, Jo. They're going to kill every one of us."
Jo drew her breath in sharply. Zoe's story was incredible, especially the smoke that formed into Jake, and she wouldn't have believed a word of it if she hadn't seen some pretty strange things on the island herself. Still, it seemed that the island was sending a clear message to Zoe, and Jo was inclined to trust this message. After all, Christian Shephard had brought her to Jack in the caves, and Boone had brought her to the Staff, where her lost memories were restored. Clearly, these visions were intended to guide them, and whatever had created them appeared to be operating on their behalf.
Jo realized that if she was going to assist Zoe in preventing Naomi from reaching her freighter, Desmond would see it as a betrayal of her promise to him. It would break his heart.
Jo forced herself to push all thoughts of Desmond out of her mind and instead think logically. "Sayid found interference when he tried out the sat phone," Jo mused out loud. "It has something to do with Rousseau's loop, but it might also have something to do with this underwater signal. If we are going to permanently jam the satellite phone, we'll have to work faster than Sayid, and that's a challenge."
Zoe broke into a broad grin. "So you're with me, then?"
Jo returned the smile. "Yes, I'm with you."
Day 89 - NIGHT
"I believe Juliet is a good person," Sun exclaimed to the anxious group that had gathered around Naomi. Jo rolled her eyes. Kate had let their secret out, and now they had to deal with the suspicion and explanations. She watched uncomfortably as the scene unfolded from where she stood between Desmond and Zoe.
"Good person, huh? You basing that on what? Wouldn't involve her taking you to one of their medical stations would it now, Mrs. Kwon?" Sawyer responded with his customary sarcasm.
"Play the tape for them," Jo directed Sawyer. "It's time they knew."
Jo watched their shocked expressions as they listened to Juliet's recording from the Staff. Jack and Juliet chose that moment to reappear.
"Where'd you get that?" Jack demanded. He and Sawyer traded barbed comments until Juliet interrupted.
"Turn the tape over," she commanded.
Sawyer snapped back. "Stay out of it."
"You wanna burn me at the stake, here I am, but first, turn the tape over, press play."
Sawyer did as she asked, and they listened to Ben's instructions to Juliet.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sayid asked Jack. Jo watched Jack's reaction carefully, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive posture.
"Because I hadn't decided what to do about it yet," he responded. He glanced meaningfully at Jo.
Sayid picked up on his meaning. "Yet"?
"I think we've got some catching up to do," Jack replied, gazing pointedly at Naomi. Jo's eyes narrowed as she glared at Jack. Despite her love for him, she strongly disagreed with his leadership. She had a nagging feeling that, despite her and Zoe's best intentions, he was going to ruin everything for the survivors and, quite possibly, lead them to their death.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 9, 2009 14:00:02 GMT -4
Day 89
By the time René got to camp it was too late. John had already arrived with Cooper's body and convinced many in her group that he truly belonged there. She tried getting to Ben but was cut short by Mikhail's entrance informing them all about a woman named Naomi. When Ben tried to take over the situation John intervened and began beating Mikhail.
"Tom?" Ben looked over to where Tom, Richard and Carrie were sitting. Tom did nothing. "Richard?" Ben sounded desperate now, for someone to intervene. Richard did nothing, just stood there.
René went to urge forward and put a stop to it but was grabbed forcefully by Eric on her arm. "Let go of me Eric, you don't understand." She pleaded. Eric refused to let go and pulled her back. She pried her arm away from him and stood there. John had finally stopped and gotten off Mikhail and walked over to Ben. "So when do we leave."
Ben looked down and very vulnerable for second. She couldn't figure out why no one was listening to Ben. As he and John began to leave camp she tried to approach him but he just slightly nodded his head at her. She felt like it was her fault, if she hadn't been so careless this wouldn't have happened. She thought to herself.
She slumped into the seat at the table.
"René?! Your head, you're bleeding!" Carrie said with concern. "It doesn't matter." René replied as tears streamed down her face.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 9, 2009 15:40:57 GMT -4
Day 89
Carrie, Richard and Alex watched as Ben and Locke disappeared out of sight. Carrie turned around and went to help Alex sort through the food, but she saw René sit down, looking rather depressed. She went to talk to her, but noticed something far more worrying.
"René!" She said, "your head, you're bleeding!"
"It doesn't matter," René sighed, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Yes it does," Carrie asserted, "come on, I'll patch it up for you." She led René into her and Richard's tent, sitting her down on the edge of her bed. She pulled out Richard's first aid kit and examined the wound. "What happened?" Carrie asked, sensing René's impending tears.
"Nothing," René tried to shake off the question, "I just fell earlier, in the jungle."
"What were you doing out there?" Carrie asked, pulling out a needle and thread to sew the cut.
"Nothing, just something Ben asked me to do," René replied.
"I'm gonna have to stitch it up. I'm not a biological doctor, so I don't have to lie and say it won't hurt a bit. It will hurt a bit," Carrie explained, proceeding to slowly and carefully sew the wound. She'd press René about her tears later - she didn't want her to get emotional while Carrie was sewing her up. "Keep your head stock still."
"How do you know how to do this?" René asked, also seeming to want to keep her mind off other things.
"Part of the Psychology A-level," Carrie explained, "was biological studies about the head. Mainly the brain, but we learnt simple medical things like this." She paused, finishing off the sewing. "There, done." She picked up a wet wipe from the first aid kid and wiped away the blood.
"Thank you," René smiled, as Carrie put the first aid kit away.
"Don't mention it," Carrie smiled back. "Listen, I can tell whatever you did for Ben and the incident with him, Locke, Mikhail and Jacob are both bothering you. If you ever wanna talk about it, I'm here, okay?"
"Thanks, but you don't wanna be bothered by my crazy thought processes," René replied gratefully.
"Of course I do, it's my job. I studied crazy thought processes for 6 years, I wanna be bothered by them."
René paused. "Thanks for patching me up, Carrie," she said, before exiting the tent.
Day 90
"Did I sleep in again?" Carrie asked, emerging from her tent. Richard was sitting outside with his glasses on, reading a book.
"Yep," he said casually, not taking his eyes off his book.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Carrie sat down next to Richard as he took his glasses off and put his book down.
"Because you look so adorable when you're asleep," he said, kissing her forehead.
"So you decided to sit outside and read a book. Makes sense."
Richard smiled as Carrie rest her head on his shoulder. They both looked up as Ben came striding into the camp.
"Hey!" Alex called when she noticed Ben. He turned around. "When did you get back?"
"Just now," Ben replied.
"Where's Locke?" Alex asked, looking around.
Ben ignored the question. He drew out a gun and handed it to Alex. "Here's your gun back."
Richard frowned. "I'd best go talk to him," he said, standing up.
"Okay," Carrie agreed. She watched as Richard went over to Ben.
"Ben, what's going on?" Richard asked.
"Where's Ryan?" Ben turned around, ignoring Richard's question too.
"He's at his tent," Richard replied, "are you-"
"It's time to get them," Ben interrupted, walking over to Ryan. Richard followed. They were speaking too quietly now for Carrie to hear, but by Richard's body language, she could tell he was worried. "Ryan!" Ben called, more clearly.
"Yes, sir." Ryan stood up.
"If you leave right now, how long will it take you to reach their camp?" Ben demanded, walking up to Ryan, Richard following him.
"If I take my ten best, we can set up to hit 'em by nightfall," Ryan figured quickly.
"Then you'd better get going," Ben said quickly.
"No, no, Ben, wait," Richard interrupted, "moving at this schedule, Juliet might not be ready. What if she hasn't had time to-"
"Then we'll take all their women!" Ben replied stubbornly. "And we'll sort out the ones we need later."
"And the men?" Ryan asked.
"If any of them are stupid enough to get in your way, kill 'em," Ben commanded.
"All right," Ryan nodded.
Ben began walking away. Alex stood up and ran off into the jungle.
A little while later
Carrie and Richard were standing outside their tent, discussing Ben's sudden decision, when Ryan came up to them. "Carrie," he said. She looked up at him. "Ben wants you to come with us."
"What?" Richard was shocked. "Why?"
"I don't know, he just asked me to bring her," Ryan shrugged.
"No! No, Carrie, you're not going," Richard stopped Carrie as she went to pick up her gun.
"If Benjamin wants me to go, Richard, I have to," she replied.
"Well, I don't want you to go," Richard refused. He spoke in hushed tones so Ryan couldn't hear, "this is a suicide mission. I'm not letting you risk your life for this." He winced as a short, sharp slap suddenly connected with his cheek.
"It's not up to you what I risk my life for," Carrie said angrily, her tones just as hushed. "If Benjamin wants me to go, I have to go."
Richard sighed. "Fine," he said reluctantly. "Go." As Carrie turned to leave, Richard quickly pulled out his gun and hit her with it, knocking her unconscious. He caught her as she fell, and picked her up. "You can tell Ben she's not going," Richard said to Ryan, who nodded and left.
Richard carefully layed Carrie down on her bed, and waited for her to wake up.
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