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Post by lostali75 on Aug 9, 2009 19:25:40 GMT -4
Day 90
René walked passed Ryan as he gathered up some people to raid the Survivors camp. "Ben asked to see you René" he said hurridly as he grabbed some gear and headed out. She acknowledged him and headed in the direction of Ben's tent.
She struggled to say something when she reached him. Ben just looked at her plainly and then scanned the floor. "I'm a little disappointed René. I expected more from you." He said as he starred.
"Ben I did everything, everything you asked. Something happened when I was out there. I followed Locke, he had no idea I was there. What I can tell you is that I'm not sure if he actually killed Cooper or not." Ben looked puzzled. She tried to persuade his initial feelings of the situation as best she could. "He went to the survivors camp and got Ford. I don't know why, but he was there when Cooper died, that much I know."
Ben thought for a moment. "What about Jo? Was she at the camp?" René shook her head. "I saw no sign of her." René continued, "What are you gonna do, can't you speak to everyone about the situation?"
"John won't be a problem anymore. We have to move forward with Jacob's plan to get the pregnant women now." René went to leave. "Your head alright? Looks like you had someone look at it?" René felt the stitches Carrie had put in for her. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Something when I was there..." she trailed off. She wanted to choose her words carefully so not to sound like a raving lunatic.
"Ben, something or someone is out there. It frightened me, I got clumsy." She didn't know how to defend what happened in the jungle. "You of all people know, things happen out there. Please, the last thing I wanted to do was to fail you." Ben nodded and seemed to get lost in his thoughts for a moment. "I'll let you be, I know we have things to prepare for. I'm sorry again Ben, if I had gotten back in time,"
"It's ok René, why don't you go out and gather some wood for the camp. Get your mind off things." He half smiled and turned from her.
She left his tent feeling the most alone she had since coming to the island. A few people gave her odd stares as she walked through the camp. She wished so much Juliet was there to talk to. She looked around and couldn't find Carrie to take her up on her offer. So she went off to gather wood for the camp. She knew Ben partly sent her out as some form of mild punishment, and to just get away and mentaly prepare for the events that would soon unfold. She hadn't realized it, but not far after her, Eric followed.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 10, 2009 4:51:46 GMT -4
Day 90 night
Carrie woke up after several hours, a bruising pain on the back of her head. It took her a minute to remember how she'd got it. She sat up, and as she did so, Richard came over to her.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Fine," replied Carrie. "Apart from the part where I now have brain damage."
"Sorry," Richard apologised. "It was the only way to keep you safe." He examined the back of her head, where he'd hit her. "It's just a bit of bruising, you'll be okay."
"Have they got back yet?"
"No. It seems somehow the survivors knew we were coming tonight. They'd evacuated the place, apart from Nadler, Kwon and Jarrah, who all stayed behind to shoot at us. Seven were killed, but Ryan, Tom and Jason have taken the shooters prisoner," Richard explained.
"Guess you were right then," said Carrie. "How did they know? Did someone tell them?"
"I'd guess that'd be the case. No idea who, though."
"After your conversation with Ben and Ryan, Alex ran off into the jungle. I guess it was probably her."
"No," Richard shook his head as he lay down next to Carrie. "She was back at the camp ten minutes later."
Carrie thought for a moment. "She could have sent Karl. I bet she of all people knows where he is." She turned around onto her front, while Richard lay with his hands behind his head, thinking. Carrie leant down and kissed him lightly. He smiled and kissed her back, moving his arms from behind his head to wrap them around Carrie's back. She moved her hands down his torso, her intentions clear.
"We shouldn't do this here," Richard said, breaking the kiss. "It's a bit too public."
Carrie sat up and glanced behind at the tent flap. "You're right," she said, standing up. "Let's go somewhere else."
"Like where?" Richard also stood up.
"We could go into the jungle," Carrie suggested mischeviously. She looked at him, his already touselled hair and shirt making her want him more.
Richard grinned and pulled her close. "Let's go then," he whispered. He took her hand and led her deep into the jungle. Once they were far from the camp, Richard pulled Carrie close and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, savouring every moment, because she knew, now they were living in the tents, they wouldn't be able to do this often.
In a fit of passion, Richard pushed Carrie up against a tree, pushing his body up against hers. She ran her fingers across his shoulders, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off him, throwing it aside. He ran his hands under her shirt and up her back, intertwining her bra straps between his fingers, before lifting her shirt off. Richard cradled Carrie's waist, before their lust forced them to the ground, where they passionately made love.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 10, 2009 10:49:50 GMT -4
Day 90
Everything happened so quickly, from the moment Jack demonstrated his plan to meet the Others with dynamite from the Black Rock. Jo walked beside him on the hike back to camp.
"Jack, you've done well. I would never have thought of using dynamite."
Jack flashed her a somber look. "Maybe you should have trusted me in the first place. Especially with the discovery of Naomi."
Jo reached for his hand, softening her harsh judgment of him somewhat. "I know, I'm sorry. I do trust you, it's Juliet I don't trust. Even now." She glanced behind her to make sure Juliet was out of earshot. "She's just too fickle."
Jack nodded. "Maybe you'll come around."
"Maybe," Jo replied, just to appease him, but she remained doubtful. They walked hand in hand as they led the group of survivors back to the beach camp.
Back at the camp, Jo was helping Jin untangle his fishing lines on the beach when she overheard Desmond telling Charlie that he had to swim into the underwater station to flip the switch that would allow the satellite phone to work. She froze in fear. She had to tell Zoe immediately.
Once Charlie had wandered away, Jo confronted Desmond. "You're not letting him do this," she commanded, her voice wavering with emotion. "I won't let you sacrifice Charlie to save yourself."
Desmond was startled by her sudden outburst. "It's his choice, Jo. He'll do it to save Claire and Aaron."
"Charlie doesn't have all the information, Des." She plopped down in the sand beside him, searching for the right words that would change his mind. "If you let him do this, then Zoe's baby will never know his or her father." She gave him a moment to digest her meaning.
"You don't mean..." Desmond gasped.
Jo nodded. "Charlie doesn't know, and it's not our place to tell him."
Des and Jo ended their conversation with Desmond promising that, when the time came for Charlie to swim into the underwater station, he would go in Charlie's place. They agreed it was better to let Charlie think he was going to be the one to do it, rather than try to talk him out of it.
Relief swept over Jo as she hurried to find Zoe. She was in her tent, resting from the hot midday sun.
Jo placed her finger over her lips, and spoke in a very low voice. "We have to act fast. Right now, Charlie is convincing Jack to let him swim into the underwater station to turn off the jamming signal. It's already happening!"
Zoe's eyes widened in horror, and she immediately began to toss necessary items into her backpack. "I have to go with them!" Zoe exclaimed, suddenly energized by the enormity of the task ahead of her.
Jo agreed. "I'll be joining Jack and the others heading to the radio tower. If I can't find a way to get the satellite phone from Naomi, I'll sabotage the radio tower so she can't communicate with the freighter. Either way, even if only one of us is successful, there is no way Widmore's people can reach us."
"Jo, be careful!" Zoe hugged her tightly.
"You too!" Jo replied. Tears stung her eyes as her friend rushed out of her tent to find Charlie. She didn't know how this would end, but the potential for it to end very badly, for all of them, was terrifying. Her feeling of dread was growing by the minute.
Jo made a point to say goodbye to Charlie before leaving the beach for the radio tower and prayed it wouldn't be their final goodbye. Desmond caught her arm before she turned away.
"Good luck, Jo," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around her in an intimate hug. She closed her eyes, lost for a moment in his embrace. Her heart pounded and her face flushed at the feel of his body against hers. She struggled to catch her breath.
"Please be careful," she whispered into his ear. Desmond's hands cupped her face as he fixed his eyes on hers, conveying his growing tenderness and gratitude towards her without saying a word. Jo avoided his gaze and pulled away, embarrassed. 'He has no clue that Penny won't be waiting for him at the end of this mess,' she thought bitterly to herself. 'And he won't be grateful anymore when he finds out my role in all of this.'
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 10, 2009 11:29:13 GMT -4
Day 90 around dusk
René looked over at Eric's jaw and could see a bruise forming. She smiled and giggled to herself. "What's so funny?" He said defensively. "Didn't know I had that good a right hook." Eric rolled his eyes. As they walked into camp Cindy and a few others approached them.
"Where have you two been, we needed some of this wood hours ago for dinner?" Matthew asked.
"Sorry." René said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. She and Eric threw down their piles of wood next to the smoldering fire. Eric stayed and stoked everything back up to cook some more food. René walked through camp losing her thoughts to her long afternoon. She hadn't felt as badly now as she had earlier about sleeping with Eric until she laid eyes on Ben. He was sitting in his tent reading and going over maps. Sophie looked over his shoulder and handed him what appeared to be some tea or coffee. René kicked at the ground, she felt like she was thirteen again, unable to express exactly how she felt to Ben. Which in turn made her more upset, she should know how to deal with emotions and getting everything out. Working with children was so much easier than herself.
She decided to keep on moving. Standing and starring wasn't going to help any situation. Just then Eric had swooped up behind her and poked her in the ribs. She jumped and turned and laughed a little. "You're looking to get hit again aren't you?"
Eric was glowing, she hated herself at this point. "Come eat with us. You need food and water. Your head must be killing you after the past few days." He held out his hand to her forehead to touch the stitches. "Who did those for you any way?" he asked.
"Carrie. I haven't seen her since then though. I planned on looking for her to talk, but , I don't know where she is right now." she said as she scanned the area.
"Probably just talking a walk with Richard. Ben wanted Carrie to go with Ryan but Richard prevented it. Or so I heard. So, they must be avoiding him at the moment." Eric grabbed her hand. "Come on." She was quick to release her hand from his. The last thing she wanted was to lead him on so before they got into ear shot from anyone she stopped and turned to face him. "Eric, I want to be absolutely clear. We can't be together the way you want. I'm just not ready. I just," her thoughts took over and she looked over towards Ben's tent again.
"How do you sleep with someone and then turn around and say you don't want to be with them." He said angrily.
"It's complicated. You know how I feel about him. I know," she took a long pause. "I know it's going to take me some time to realize certain things. But I can't flip this switch so easily. I don't want to hurt you. You are a good friend, a great friend to me. I'm not writing off what we shared. You provided me with something I hadn't felt in a very long time. And I don't mean sex. I mean the touch of a person that truly cares. I thank you for that Eric. But for now, let me find my way on my own."
Eric stood for a moment, looked over at Ben's tent and back at René. "Ok." He quietly said.
"Come on, let's go eat." René said as she shoved him with a smile.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 10, 2009 12:14:04 GMT -4
Day 90 - NIGHT
Jo walked beside Sun on the hike to the radio tower to make sure she and the baby were doing all right. Occasionally she would meet Jack's glance, and she could tell from his giddy grin that he believed their rescue was imminent. It sickened her to think that his desperate hope - that ALL of their hopes - were about to be met with nothing but disappointment, and she would be the cause of it. She would have a lot of explaining to do in the days ahead.
Her thoughts were interrupted by two loud explosions in quick succession. Thick black smoke rose into the air from the beach camp they had left behind.
"Why were there only two explosions?" Sun asked anxiously. Jo shook her head, and her skin paled considerably. "I don't know." She called to Jack. "Do you think something went wrong?"
"Maybe they didn't have to blow the third tent," he replied. He was able to calm Rose and Sun's fears, and persuaded the group to continue on their journey to the radio tower.
The group made camp by the creek for the night. Jo made sure that Sun was comfortable, then sought Jack. She touched his arm to grab his attention.
"I'm going to look for firewood, I'll be back soon."
"Do you want some company?"
Jo shook her head. "I'll be all right, I've got a torch with me. You might want to have a word with Rose, though. She's very worried, and you have a nice rapport with her. She'll listen to you."
"Okay," Jack agreed. "But be careful." He reached for her and kissed her on the lips. Jo responded eagerly to his kiss, anxious to erase the memories of her close embrace with Desmond that suddenly rushed to her head. They parted, and as Jo walked away she could feel Juliet's eyes watching her jealously.
Jo drifted far enough away from the survivors so that she could no longer hear their tired chatter. As she collected firewood she focused her mind on how to snag Naomi's satellite phone. She was startled by a rustling in the foliage that indicated she wasn't alone and promptly dropped all the wood she was holding in her arms.
"Hellooo? Is there anybody there?" Her thoughts flashed immediately to her last encounter with the Smoke Monster, but this was a different noise. This one sounded distinctly...human. She could have sworn she heard a girlish giggle.
Jo pushed leaves aside and shone her torch on the source of the disturbance. Her jaw dropped and she simply stood there, completely lost for words.
Richard and Carrie, half-clothed and entwined on the ground, blinked and shielded their eyes from the torch's glare.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 10, 2009 13:14:01 GMT -4
Day 90 Night
There were many laughs around the fire as René and many others enjoyed the evening together. They studied the sky and took turns naming constellations and light heartily jabbed at one another. René felt home again and soothed by the company she was with. She started to yawn a bit and decided it was time to retire to her tent. Eric said he'd walk her there. She was hesitant but gave in. She wan't sure what the others were thinking of them, she tried not to dwell on it much. Gossip is gossip and she wasn't going to stop it from happening at this point.
They chatted while walking. René opened up to Eric about growing up and her family. She didn't really discuss her husband though. She didn't want to make him feel awkward. Even though they had reached her tent they still talked for another hour completely lost in conversation.
"I should probably let you sleep." Eric said, not really wanting to leave her. "Thanks for spending time with me tonight too. It was nice, hanging out." He gleamed a smile at her he couldn't contain to himself. She leaned in to give him a hug. It suddenly felt like everything she had told him just hours ago was wiped away. She felt herself not letting go of him purposefully. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him. Air could not have found space them. She felt her heart pound through her chest, she knew it was wrong, but her body was telling her it was alright to let go, to give in to him. She slide her cheek against his until their lips met. The kiss was passionate and hard. He lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around his core. She felt his heart poounding just as hard as hers. He glided into her tent and they fell to the ground. She ripped the shirt from his chest and kissed it caressingly from one side to the other. Without a pause he buttoned down her shirt and caressed her down her torso moving down to her pants.
She leaned back and let him remove the rest of her clothing. All the while he kissed her gently. The sweat poured from their bodies as they made love for hours into the night, silently and with caution to all others just outside their canvas walls. When they finished, René fell asleep on Eric's chest with ease as he watched her.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 10, 2009 16:11:23 GMT -4
Day 90 night
Smiling, Carrie rest her head on Richard's chest. They'd made love more passionately than she could possibly remember. Something about being out in the wilderness had made them both even more hungry.
"D'you recognise this tree?" Richard asked after several minutes.
Carrie looked up at the tree. "Oh yeah, there's my favourite leaf," she replied. "There's lots of trees on this Island Richard, I'm not about to mark the ones I like."
Richard smiled, gently stroking Carrie in the small of her back. "This is where we first made love," he said.
Carrie smiled. "Do you think we should go back now? I'm getting tired."
"Or we could sleep out here," Richard replied.
"Okay," Carrie agreed, sitting up. "But I'm getting dressed, it's freezing out here." She began pulling her jeans back on.
"Yeah, I will too." Richard pulled his trousers back on, before wrapping his arms around Carrie's semi-naked torso and whispering, "can you keep your top off?"
"Only if you keep yours off," Carrie whispered back. Richard smiled and they lay back on the ground, Carrie giggling as he squeezed her tight and nuzzled his face into her neck.
Just then, there was a rustling noise and a bright light shone at them both. Carrie and Richard both looked up, shielding their eyes from the torchlight. For a moment or two all they could see was the light, but then it was moved slightly and they could both plainly see Jo standing in the trees, with a look of shock on her face.
Carrie looked to and from Jo and Richard. "Oops," she said.
Day 91
Carrie awoke in the early morning, still out in the jungle, wrapped in Richard's embrace. She sat up, being careful not to wake Richard, and put a hand to her forehead as she was feeling quite woozy. She stood up and put both hands on her stomach as a clenching feeling began. She ducked behind a tree and vomited severely. She leant against a tree and wiped her mouth. It was a different kind of vomiting to what she was used to. It was ... no. It couldn't be. Could it? Ensuring there was no vomit left on her mouth, Carrie went over to Richard and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'll be back soon as I can," she whispered in his ear, not sure if he could hear her or not. "I love you."
With that, she sprinted off in the direction of the Barracks. She knew she should go somewhere else, but she knew the way back to the Barracks better. Something, perhaps her desperation, gave her an energy boost and she found herself at the sonic fence within an hour, even though it would have taken her much longer normally. She quickly punched in the code for the fence and ran across. Her sides were aching with a stitch, but she kept going. Eventually, Carrie emerged in the village, which looked desolate. She looked around, and quickly identified the house she and Richard used to share. Hating herself for what lay in the basement, Carrie forced the door down and ran into the bathroom. She opened up the medical cabinet and searched through, throwing everything else on the floor. Finally, she found what she was looking for. It was at the back of the cupboard, given to her by Juliet years ago, lest she ever need it. Carrie tore the packaging off and followed the instructions. She sat on the edge of the toilet, counting sixty mississipis in her head. After 55 mississipis, she counted out loud.
"Fifty-six mississipi," she whispered. "Fifty-seven mississipi ... fifty-eight mississipi ... fifty-nine mississipi ..." Carrie paused, not wanting to reach the last count. "Sixty mississipi."
Slowly, she raised her head and opened her eyes. Her worst fears were revealed when she saw two blue lines, positioned to make a cross. Carrie threw the pregnancy test down in frustration, before burying her head in her hands and sobbing.
Half an hour later, Carrie was out of tears. They no longer fell down her cheeks, but she still felt the same despair. She picked up the white stick she had thrown down and put it in her pocket. She stood up and went to leave the house, but found herself stopping at the basement door. She tried to move, but her feet wouldn't let her. She leant her head against the door.
"I'm sorry," she said. Carrie had no idea why she was talking to a dead body through a metal door. "I'm so sorry."
With her attempt at an apology out, Carrie's feet finally allowed her to move. She left the building, and slowly started making her way back to the camp, breaking into a sprint every so often to quicken her arrival.
At around midday, Carrie arrived back at the camp. She spotted Richard talking to Vanessa outside her tent. "Richard!" She called, going up to him.
"Carrie, there you are!" Richard embraced her tightly. "I've been worried sick, where have you been?" He noticed traces of tears on Carrie's face as she pulled away, keeping her forehead pressed against his. "Have you been crying?"
"I have something to show you," she whispered.
"What's the matter?" Richard asked in concern as they retreated into their tent. Silently, Carrie drew out the pregnancy test from her pocket and handed it to him. He looked at it, his eyes widening in shock. "Is this accurate?"
Carrie nodded. "False negatives are rare," she said, trying not to cry again. "But positive is positive."
"Carrie..." Richard held her close, as she wrapped her arms around his waist and cried. "C'mon," he muttered, as they both sat down on the edge of Richard's bed.
"What're we gonna do?" Carrie asked, looking up at Richard.
Richard looked at her sadly. "I don't know."
"There's got to be something!" Carrie exclaimed. "I'm gonna die, Richard! I'm not having an abortion."
"No." Richard agreed firmly. "Definitely not. I would never let you get rid of our child." Carrie smiled. "What?" He asked, slightly confused.
"Our child..." Carrie repeated Richard's words. He smiled too, kissing her on the top of her head.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Our child." There was a silence as they both absorbed the words. "There's only one thing to do," Richard concluded. He looked Carrie straight in the eye. "You have to go. You have to leave the Island."
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 10, 2009 17:35:18 GMT -4
Day 91 (Dawn)
Mars gasped for breath, her eyes shot open. Her cold, stiff body flat on the ground.
Mars looked to her left and saw a sticky pool of dried blood underneath her arm. The putrid smell of it is making her feel nauseous. Mars tried to move her numb fingers, and Mars smiled when she saw her fingers twitching.
Mars coughed, her throat extremely dry it hurts. Mars groaned. It feels like sandpaper constantly being rubbed against her throat. Mars struggled and ran her pale hand down her chest slowly. She felt metal embedded on her skin. Mars closed her eyes, trying to figure out what happened and how long has she been in this place for.
BANG.
That was the last voice she heard. Mars thought harder, and felt her heart beating faster when she was finally able to piece together the chain of events that have happened. ‘Carrie’. Mars thought.
She opened her eyes and sighed. Mars pushed her fingers into one of the open wounds on her chest and started to pull one of the bullets out. Mars gasped. Suddenly, she lost control of her right arm, and her arm dropped to the ground, the bullet rolling down the floor. Mars sighed in exasperation. Her body in pain, her stomach hurts, her head pounding, her hands and legs numb, and her chest full of embedded bullets.
With gritted teeth Mars struggled to control her right arm. She pushed her thumb and index finger inside yet another bullet wound on her chest and winced in pain as she pulled the bullet out. She didn’t care about hygiene and infection. She wanted to get out of this place really badly. When Mars pushed her fingers into another wound, Mars could see a shadow cast on the wall in front of her. Mars rolled her body and hissed in pain when she landed on her chest.
Mars opened her mouth to talk. “Who is it?” Mars said, her voice barely audible.
The figure stayed put.
“Help me.” Mars howled. “Help me.”
Mars watched as the shadow began to move. Mars couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Hi, Mars.”
Mars move her arms and started to crawl towards the figure. “How?” she whispered. Once again, Mars lost control on her arms, and she dropped to the ground, her chest pressed against the cold ground, rising and falling rigorously. She grunted.
The figure moved closer. “Get up, Mars. You have work to do.” He said.
Mars looked up to the person. “What happened?”
“Follow me.” He said
Mars watched as the person started to walk away. Mars summoned all her strength and started to stand to her feet, her knees shaking. Mars leaned against the wall.
“Walt!” she said “Wait!”
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 11, 2009 7:37:19 GMT -4
Day 91
René woke in the early morning to find Eric had left. She was sure he didn't want to be seen leaving her tent so he left before light. She stretched and hummed to herself while getting up and got dressed. This time though, she didn't have any regretful thoughts immersing her brain. She tied her hair up and left the tent. She walked over towards the jungle line where she knew a stream was that she could wash up in.
As she made her way Richard came out of the jungle with a worried look on his face. "René, have you seen Carrie this morning?" René shrugged. "I thought she was with you Richard. She might be over in the tent. I just woke up though and haven't seen anyone else this morning."
They stood together at the edge of the thick, lush green vastness of the jungle. "I'm sure she's fine Richard. You of all people know how capable she is. She's probably off picking fruit or something."
Richard nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right." They stood silent for a moment. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, anything?" René said.
"Where did Ben send you the other day?"
René sighed. "I followed John. He sent me to see if he would really follow through with Cooper. I was mostly confused by the fact that he decided to go back to the survivors camp and get Ford to be with him when it happened."
"Really?" Richard watched René intensely to see if René really knew why Locke had gotten James.
"Yeah, but by the time I tried to get back to tell everyone, something happened to me in the jungle." René touched at her forehead again.
"Carrie told me she sewed you up. Shouldn't be that bad a scar," he smiled.
"Yeah well, it doesn't matter now anyway. Locke is gone and Ben isn't talking. Things are moving so quickly with the survivors and, AND" René stopped on purpose. She wasn't about to go sharing her intimate details of her and Eric with Richard.
"Gonna finish that thought?" Richard asked.
"I don't know. I think I'd rather have that talk with Carrie when she gets back." René smiled at him and he shook his head. "Look, I'm just going into go wash up, if I see Carrie I'll send her your way." René reassured Richard.
"Alright, thanks René." He said.
"See you at breakfast Richard." René said as she walked into the leaves.
She reached the stream and looked around and saw no one. She stripped down and sat on the rocks. She washed out her clothes and scrubbed her body with a coarse rock. "Hmm, better than a loofah." she laughed at herself. The day felt different for her, she wasn't sure how, but it did. She finished washing up and redressed. She walked slowly back to the camp thinking about her long night with Eric. Closing her eyes she could almost feel the warmth again of his skin gliding against hers. She was sure Eric had been the best lover she'd ever encountered. It didn't dissipate her true feelings for Ben, but this was something different. Something unique. She decided maybe, just maybe for one moment in time, it could turn into something more.
As she approached camp she saw Ben walking with Alex and he looked like he was on a full out mission. She ran over to Richard. "Where's Ben and Alex going?" she asked.
"Shepard is taking the survivors to the radio tower, Ben's going to try and stop them."
"HE can't do that alone!" René exclaimed.
"René, get changed, grab a pack. Whatever Ben asked you to do for following John, I'm asking you to please now do for me. Ben is still our leader and we have to protect him. I have to keep moving our people towards the temple. Come back when you know it's safe. Go now, but don't let anyone know your there, understand. If your caught they'll kill you without hesitation."
René's mind raced and filled with a thousand scenarios. "René!? You understand?" René shook her head yes and sprinted to her tent to change and gather a quick pack. Eric came in while she was getting her things.
"You're in a hurry?" He smiled.
"Eric, I have to go, Richard can fill you in. I'll see you in a couple of days." She kissed him hard and passionately on the lips and looked into his eyes to let him know she was ok. "I'll be back soon."
"Wait, René?" He was left slightly stunned trying to process what had just happened. He turned to talk to her but she was gone from the tent.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 11, 2009 13:01:52 GMT -4
Day 91
Carrie lay on her bed, staring at the side of the tent, her mind full of thoughts about everything that was going on. She cradled her stomach, loving what was inside her, despite the pain it was bringing.
She was interrupted by Richard entering the tent, holding a cup of coffee. "Hey," he smiled warmly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You okay?"
Carrie nodded, sitting up. "For now," she replied. Richard handed her the coffee, which she gratefully accepted. "It's just..."
"What?" Richard inquired, resting a comforting hand on Carrie's shoulder.
"I should be happy, Richard. We should both be happy. We're having a baby, for God's sake! But ... when I think of what it's doing to me, it upsets me. It makes me want to hate it, but I can't. I can't hate it." As Carrie spoke, Richard held her close to comfort her. "I don't wanna leave you," she whispered.
"I know," he replied. "I don't want you to either. If it were up to me you'd stay here, Carrie, but ... I'd rather you leave than die."
Carrie nodded in agreement, then tried to change the subject. "Have you seen René around?"
"She's followed Ben and Alex. They went to intercept the survivors on the way to the radio tower."
"Why?"
"I told her to. To make sure he's okay." Richard paused, before continuing, "you and René seem to be asking for and missing each other alot recently. She said earlier she wanted to talk to you about something."
"I'll talk to her when she gets back. I'm hungry, wanna go grab some fruit?"
"Sure," Richard smiled. They both stood up and made their way to the treeline.
3 years later
As the usual field was being ploughed, Carrie took her horse (who was named Richard after ... well, Richard) out onto the neighbouring field, where Destiny usually rode her horse Blue Jeans.
She saddled up the horse, but as soon as he got half-way down the field, he began bucking. "Woah!" Carrie exclaimed, quickly jumping off. "What's going on?"
She tried to calm him down, but he galloped off. "Richard!" She called. Even after three years, saying the horse's name still made her think of the Richard she really wanted. "Richard, come back!"
Carrie was standing there hopelessly, trying to think of a way to get him back, when a sharp whistle came from behind her, and the horse immediately came back. Carrie turned around, and a man with startlingly blue eyes who she didn't recognise went to help.
"I think he just needs a bit of comfort," the man said in an accent that definitely wasn't from Tennessee. He reached up and scratched behind the horse's ear, immediately calming him. "There we go."
"Thanks," Carrie smiled gratefully. "He isn't usually this rowdy, I don't know what's gotten into him."
"Maybe he needs you," said the man. Carrie looked at him, bemused. "Richard needs you, Carolyna."
Carrie's expression darkened. "How do you know my name?"
"I know everyone's name," he replied. "Or at least, everyone who matters. Yes, Carolyna, you matter," the man looked at Carrie with his piercingly blue eyes. She couldn't help but notice he was kind of cute. "You matter alot. Which is why you have to get on this flight tomorrow." He handed Carrie a plane ticket, with the words 'Ajira Airways' on the front. "When you get there, a woman named Illana may ask you what lies in the shadow of the statue. If she does, the answer is ille qui nos omnes servabit."
"Why?" Carrie looked at the ticket. Somehow, she felt like she knew the man.
"Because I need you." The man stepped closer to Carrie, so she could have examined his face in detail. "The Island needs you. And most importantly, Carolyna," he put his hand on her shoulder, "Ricardus needs you." He smiled at her, before turning around and starting to walk away.
Carrie was surprised. Why would this man refer to Richard by his Latin name? Unless he was ... well, there was only one way to find out. "Who are you?" She called after him.
The man turned around. "Ille qui nos omnes servabit," he said, before turning back around and leaving.
Carrie looked back at the plane ticket in her hand. Having learnt Latin with the Others, she knew exactly what that sentence meant. And she knew she had just met Jacob.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 11, 2009 13:07:56 GMT -4
Day 91 afternoon
René did her best to keep a safe distance from Ben and Alex following their tracks to hide her own. She close enough to hear their conversations and most were quite tense. Alex had been fighting with Ben now for a good year. She was a typical teenager, but it may have been harder for Alex since she couldn't always come to fully grasp the important decisions Ben had been making over the years for their people and the Island.
They were making good time and René recognized they would reach the survivors in just a couple of hours. She was very nervous. There would be no way for her to intervene if something went wrong. She prayed Ben was smart enough to keep himself from harm this time, considering the mess he was in the last time.
René found herself having to immediately stop. She could hear Ben talking with someone on the walkie talkie he brought with him. She could only hear Ben's side of the conversation.
"You have to understand, everything I did, I did for the Island." Ben said. "Yes it did. You've always been a loyalist, Mikhail, now I'm asking you to trust me, to trust Jacob who told me to do this." Ben was sounding more frustrated.
"Because this Island is under assault by forces stronger than anything it's had to deal with in many many years. And we are meant to protect it, Mikhail, by any means necessary. The jamming was for everyone's security. We are in a serious situation here." He stopped to listen to Mikhail.
"I made a mistake. I should have told you, and I apologize." There was a long pause. René strained to hear everything while trying to keep her distance and be seen by Alex as she looked while Ben spoke.
"Mikhail, are you still there?" Ben was beginning to look annoyed. "I need you to help me. I need you to help me clean up this mess I've made. I need you to kill Charlie. Make sure that the jamming mechanism continues to function at all costs. And we can't risk Greta and Bonnie telling the others about what we've done, so you'll have to take care of them too.
Alex starred at Ben in shock, she couldn't believe what she heard her father ask.
"Because if I had, Mikhail, you'd already be dead." Ben hokked the walkie back onto his belt loop.
Ben and Alex continued their trek towards the radio tower. About 20 minutes later they stopped again for water and Ben looked over his map. There was a shirt conversation between the two of them over Ben's fathering abilities on how he handled Karl.
Ben reached the group of survivors. René pulled back and sought shelter in a tree careful to not disturb the branches as she climbed up. She had an excellent view point. Jo shouted out for Ben but Kate held her back and said something to her. Jack and Ben stood opposite of one another. She saw Kate and circle around. "Hi, I'm Benjamin, I don't believe we've had the pleasure... " Ben said to the woman from the helicopter.
"Don't talk to him!" Jack yelled. Ben spoke out again. "Hello Jo, it's been a long time. I trust things are well?"
"Leave her alone Ben!" Jack yelled. "What do you want?"
"Just a moment of your time. To talk, you and me, alone." Ben said with ease to Jack.
"For what" Jack said nastily.
"Jack you've just killed seven of my people, the least you can give me is five minutes." Ben retorted.
Kate came back around to Jack.
"He alone?" Jack asked her.
"There's only two sets of tracks, his and hers." She pointed down the direction that Ben and Alex came from. René breathed a sigh of relief, Kate had no idea she had followed.
"Five minutes." Jack said. Ben nodded and began walking away from the group closer to René's vantage point. Jack shoved Ben and took his walkie from him. Ben shook off Jack's hostility. They came upon a huge broken tree and rocks.
"Have a seat." Ben said while sitting himself. Jack sat across from Ben.
Ben began speaking. "Not so long ago, Jack. I made a decision, that took the lives of over forty people in a single day. I'm telling you this because, history is about to repeat itself, right here, right now."
"Let me guess, you've got us surrounded, and if I don't do what you say you're gonna, you're gonna kill all my people." Jack was very sarcastic.
"No Jack, you are." Ben said with concern. Jack laughed.
"And how am I going to do that, Ben?" He quipped back.
"The woman you're traveling with. The one who parachuted onto the Island from that helicopter. She's not who she says she is."
"She's not, huh?" Jack sounded doubtful.
"No she's not."
"Then who is she?" Jack was sure Ben was spewing lies.
"She's a representative of some people who've been trying to find this Island, Jack. She's one of the bad guys."
"Oh, I almost forgot, you're the, you're the good guys." Jack was becoming increasingly frustrated.
Ben did his best to calm the situation. "Jack, listen to me. If you phone her boat, every single living person on this Island will be killed. So here's what has to happen. Get that device, the phone she carries with her, and give it me. I will turn around, we'll go back to my people, you will turn around and go back to your people."
Jack refused to listen to reason. "I'm not going anywhere." They both stood up ready to confront one another.
"May I have my walkie back?" Ben was determined to do what he could to stop Jack.
"What?"
"There's something you need to hear. Please." Ben motioned for Jack to give him the walkie back. Jack reluctantly handed it back to Ben. Ben got Tom on the other end. He began bartering Jin, Sayid and Bernard's lives. Commotion could be heard coming through it.
"And what's to stop me from snapping your neck?" Jack said angrily.
With quick response Ben replied to Tom. "Tom, unless you hear my voice in one minute, shoot all three of them." Tom agreed. Ben looked down at his watch and held out the walkie so Jack could hear the struggle taking place.
"Forty seconds" Ben said looking at his watch again.
"No. I'm getting them all off the Island. All of them!!" Jack's emotions were bubbling over.
"Let me ask you something, Jack. Why do you wanna leave the Island? What is it that you so desperately want to get back to? You have no-one. Your father's dead, your wife left you, moved on with another man. Can you just not wait to get back to the hospital? Get back to fixing things? It's twenty seconds now. Just get me the phone, Jack."
"No."
"Ten seconds. Bring me the phone."
"No."
"I'm not bluffing!" Ben looked him in the eyes.
"I WON'T DO IT!!!" Jack yelled.
Looking at his watch again, "Five. Four. Three..."
"No."
There was a pause and suddenly three shots could be heard over the walkie talkie.
"I'm so sorry, Jack." Ben said regretfully.
Jack lunged into Ben knocking him to the ground and straddled him punching him repeatedly in the face. René cringed. Her instinct was to stop Jack but she knew she couldn't expose herself. All she could do was watch in horror.
At this point Jo ran down into the melé escaping Kate's grasp on her and grabbed Jack pulling as hard as she could to get him to stop beating Ben.
"JACK! Stop it!! You're going to kill him!" Jo screamed. "Please Jack! Stop it!!" she begged.
Ben lay on the ground, bleeding profusely from his nose and face. Jack stood up and forced Ben up and dragged him over back to the group of the other survivors. He threw Ben to the ground and Alex ran for her father.
"Tie him up. He's coming with us." Jack said.
"You can't do this, Jack!" Jo yelled as Ben was tied at the wrists by a rope and led like a dog to the radio tower. "This is inhumane!"
"He doesn't care," Ben replied bitterly. "He's lost his sense of reason."
René saw Rousseau with them. She'd heard of her from others but had never seen her in person before.
Rousseau starred at Alex intently.
"What?" Alex said uncomfortably.
Ben let out a tremendous sigh. "Alex. This is your mother."
René was shocked. She had no idea. She wondered how many people knew Ben's secret.
As the survivors made their way to the tower René stuck to the jungle line. She tried to figure out a way to free Ben and bring him back with her, but Rousseau was stuck to him like glue, not letting him out of anyone's sight. As they walked Jo tried to treat some of Ben's wounds. The woman with the satellite phone said the signal was clear and they could make the call now. When they reached the tower they tied Ben to a large tree. A few of them entered the building and came out a few minutes later. The woman from the boat attempting to get a signal.
Ben pleaded, "Jack! I know you think you're saying your people. But you need to stop this. It's a mistake."
"The mistake was listening to you." He barked back.
"This'll be your last chance, Jack. I'm telling you, making that call is the beginning of the end." Ben said desperately.
"I've got it, I've got a signal!!!" the woman said.
Ben pleaded. "Jack please, you don't know what you're doing!!"
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
The woman got a signal and began making the call when suddenly she spit blood everywhere and fell to the ground with a bouy knife in her back. Walking up behind her was John Locke. René couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't seen him since leaving with Ben. Where had he been? How did he know to come here? She wanted to scream out to have John help Ben.
"JOHN!!!" Jack said with a carnal scream.
John kept walking forward. At that moment John pulled a gun on Jack and cocked the trigger. "Step back, Jack."
René couldn't believe her eyes. She climbed out of the tree and took off running as hard as she could. What she failed to see as this happened though, was Mars coming out of the jungle soon after John.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 11, 2009 13:38:47 GMT -4
Several years ago
"I'm sorry miss, but I can't give it to you. The donor himself is the only one who had legal rights over the specimen."
"Fine." Carrie turned around, away from the desk, and looked at Kelso, who was sitting in a chair, trying to disguise himself with a magazine. "Michael! You get them. You're the only one who has rights over your 'special men'."
Annoyed, Kelso glanced around furitively, before throwing the magazine down and walking up to Carrie. "Carrie, what do you care what I do with my 'special men'?"
"Specimen!" The woman at the front desk said. "I said specimen."
Carrie rolled her eyes and looked back at Kelso. "I care, because if there are gonna be any little Kelso babies running around, well ... I want them to be ours."
Kelso looked slightly shocked. "You wanna have my children?"
"Yeah," Carrie said, wrapping her arms around Kelso's neck. "If you get rich and don't lose your hair, because I love you!"
Kelso smiled. "I love you too." He held her close and kissed her.
"Er, excuse me!" The receptionist tapped on the desk to get their attention. "You can't do that here!"
"Oh, yeah, she's right," Kelso said, taking a key from the desk. "We'll be in room two." Carrie laughed, as Kelso took her down the hallway.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 11, 2009 14:04:04 GMT -4
Day 91
Day 91
René didn't stop running, she couldn't. She had no idea what else was happening with the survivors but she knew she had to get help. She stopped briefly to get some water back into her system. Her adrenaline wasn't wearing down and her hands shook as she drank it down.
"René." The tall, blue eyed man stood before her again. She had no idea where he came from. She didn't care. It was becoming a custom to her that this was how she would forever have interaction with him.
She just stood there, taking in more water, catching her breath. They stared at each other. He sighed a bit as he began to speak to her.
"You have to help me. He's going to have to make a sacrifice, one he never thought he would make. When the time comes, make sure he helps John." He looked at her waiting for a response.
"Why are you coming to me? Why can't you go to him yourself? Why have you chosen me for this?" She bludgeoned her questions at him so she could get it out all at once.
"That's not the way it works." He shook his head "Not this time. He's special. You help guide him. He'll listen when he's ready."
René looked up to the sky, closing her eyes letting the rays soak in. After a moment she looked back at him, he stood, waiting for her answer. It was this moment in time that she finally realized who the man was. She still didn't know her part to the big picture, but she stopped questioning all her doubts that she had ever had. She looked at him squarely, eye to eye. "Ego mos insisto."
He smiled. "Thank you." He turned and walked away from her not saying another word. She packed her water back into her pack and began running again in the direction of her camp.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 11, 2009 14:23:40 GMT -4
Still several years ago, but a while after the last flashback
"Has it been a minute yet?" Kelso asked impatiently.
"No, be patient, Kels." Carrie spoke calmly, even though she was just as impatient as he was. "If you can't wait a minute to find out, how can you wait nine months for the baby to be born?"
Kelso didn't reply, just kept walking up and down the bedroom, while Carrie watched the white stick. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked. "Won't it get in the way of your studies?"
"I don't care," Carrie replied, lying down. "I want your child more than I want to be a psychologist."
"Surely it's been a minute now?"
"It's been a minute and a half," Carrie replied.
"And?" Kelso sat down on the side of the bed anxiously.
"Nothing." Carrie threw the test in the bin. "We've been trying for six months now, Kelso. What if there's something wrong with one of us?"
"If you're worried, we can go see a doctor about it," Kelso suggested.
"No," Carrie shook her head and stood up. "No, forget it," she said, leaving the room.
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 11, 2009 17:32:09 GMT -4
Day 91
Several hours earlier..
Mars crawled up the stairs from the basement, leaving faint blood trails along the way. After a short moment Mars narrowed her eyes, trying to adjust to the blinding sunshine above. Mars’ head dropped to the ground. She couldn’t move. Then Mars heard whispers all around her.
Mars turned her head, trying to find the source of the whispers. When she finally looked up again, she saw Walt, standing on top of the stairs just a few feet above her.
“Almost there, Mars.” He said, his voice almost commanding.
Mars shifted up the stairs with her remaining energy, every step treacherous and painful. Hot tears started to dwell on the corners of her eyes when she finally reached the top of the stairs, her face just inches away from Walt’s legs, her breathing ragged.
“Wait here.” Walt walked away. Mars closed her eyes, her mind regaining composure. She opened her eyes and looked around her. She was now in a room with paintings and some relics on the wall. On her right is a table full of books and papers and an abandoned sofa. A bookshelf is visible on her far right, framed pictures visible on top of it.
Mars forced herself to stand, her legs shaky. She dragged her weak, trembling legs across the room and sat on the sofa, her head tilted back. Mars watched as Walt brought her a jar of water and some bread loafs. Without thinking twice Mars grabbed the jar of water, pressed it to her lips and started to drink. The feeling of cold water running down her throat and into her empty stomach comforts her. Mars sighed and dropped the now empty jar on the carpet below.
“Mars, listen to me.” Walt sat next to her. “Everyone on this island is in great danger.”
Mars sighed. “And why is that?”
“Someone parachuted to the island several days ago. She has a phone with her. She told everyone that she is part of a rescue mission, and that the rest of team is on a boat several miles away from here.” Walt explained slowly. Mars reached out her numb arm, grabbed a piece of bread, and hungrily stuff it inside her mouth. “But, believe me when I say that she and her team is not who they say they were.” Walt continued.
Mars swallowed and winced in pain as the bread moved down her throat. “And what would happen if they got here?”
“They’ll kill every single person on this island.” Walt said, not breaking eye contact with her.
Mars paused. “Guess I have a lot of catching up to do.”
“The survivors are heading to a radio tower not far from here. If you’re quick you might still catch up with them. You know where it is, right?” Walt asked.
Mars put her hands on her face, thinking. “Yeah.” She said.
“Good.” Walt said.
“Hey, Walt –“ Mars lifted her head up, and narrowed her eyes in confusion when she saw no one in the room with her. Mars stood up, her legs heavy, and walked to a mirror in front of her. She looked at her face – blue rings visible underneath her eyes, her skin pale and her hair pointed in different directions – some covered with blood, causing them to stick together. Dried blood could be seen almost all over her face. Mars shook her head. Everyone would be asking her what happened.
Mars looked down at her chest and sighed in exasperation when she realized that some bullets are still embedded on her skin. Mars tried to channel her power to her arm, but nothing happened. Mars gasped in fear. She tried harder.
Nothing happened.
Mars limped her way across the room, trying to find a source of electricity. She put her hands on top of a small fridge and tried to extract electricity from it. “Come on.” Mars said. “Come on.”
Mars sighed a sigh of relief when blue waves of electricity started to flow up her hands and into her body once more, giving her a fresh boost of energy. Mars laughed. Her pain magically disappeared, her heart raced faster, and Mars could feel the rush of blood to her head. After several moments Mars put her arms on her chest and with one pull pulled out the remaining bullets on her chest with her power. The bullets dropped on the wooden floor, making noisy clicking sounds.
Mars grabbed a small piece of bread and started to run out of the house to the radio tower, hoping that she is not too late.
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Breathing heavily, Mars made her way through the jungle - several cuts now visible on her arms. She didn't know how long she has been walking for, but she knew she was heading to the right direction.
Mars jerked when she heard Jack's voice from the distance.
"John!" he barked, a tinge of anger and frustration in his voice.
Mars walked faster. But before she could reach the clearing, she fell on the ground, making noisy sounds.
"Who is it?" Jack demanded.
Mars stayed low and silent.
"I know you're there!" Jack barked. "Don't let me pull the trigger."
Knowing that hiding is futile, Mars stood up and started to step forward to the clearing ahead. Jack and the survivors looked at her in amazement and shock.
"Hey, Jack." Mars smiled.
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