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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 17, 2009 6:08:57 GMT -4
Day 93 - Night
Mars opened the door in front of her, and saw Sawyer holding up a backgammon board.
"Wanna play some backgammon?" he offered.
"You're on." Locke said from a distance.
Mars has been talking about Miles' situation with Locke, and what is he going to do next. She also explained specifically what happened to her, what she did, and her connection with Carrie. Mars watched as Sawyer began to set up the game on a table not far from her.
Mars walked to a nearby room, and glanced at a piano accross the room. Mars looked around. She's sure that the piano is Ben's. She grinned and pulled out the chair from underneath the piano. She placed her hands on the wooden cover and lifted it up - revealing the clean black-and-white piano keys.
She pressed one of the keys and the sound of the note filled the empty room. Mars placed both hands on the key and started to play. Mars' mind began to wander as she started to sing.
When the day is long
and the night, the night is yours alone...
"Open the door! Open the bloody door!"
Mars McTavish sat on the cold tiles of her bathroom, water from the shower above poured endlessly on top of her. Mars buried her head on top of her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks.
When you're sure you've had enough of this life,
well hang on..
"You're hardly making any money this week! Now how the hell am I gonna buy some beer?"
Mars winced as her dad banged harder into the door, making a loud 'crack' sound.
"Open this door!"
Don't let yourself go,
everybody cries;
and everybody hurts,
sometimes...
Mars wiped away the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath and ran her hands through her cold, wet hair.
"Mars you bloody bastard!" Mars head a loud bang and watched in shock as the mirror attached to the door fell over and shattered into a million tiny, sharp pieces. "Why am I even have a child like you?"
Sometimes everything is wrong,
now it's time to sing along..
Mars crawled on the wet floor and grabed a shard of glass, her hands trembling, her face wet with water and tears.
When your day is night alone,
If you feel like letting go,
Mars glanced at her reflection on the glass shard, not paying attention at the constant banging and yelling that happened.
When you think you've had too much of this life,
well hang on....
Mars closed her eyes and pressed the sharp shard of glass on her left wrist.
Everybody hurts,
take comfort in your friends..
Mars watched as blood began to pour out of the gash on her left arm. She placed her hand underneath the shower, allowing more blood to pour out freely. Mars' vision blurred and she collapsed on the ground.
Everybody hurts,
don't throw your hand, oh no, don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone..
Mars turned off the radio.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 17, 2009 7:21:33 GMT -4
Four years ago
Carrie stood in the kitchen, making some dinner. It was just for herself - Richard was off the Island, trying to recruit someone. He'd been gone a few days, and she missed him already. He was supposed to have come back that morning, but it was mid-afternoon and he still wasn't back.
Carrie's thoughts were interrupted by the door being opened. She looked over and smiled as Richard came in through the door. "Hey," she smiled, going over to him and wrapping her arms around him. "You took your time getting back."
"I had some stuff to sort out," Richard replied, hugging her back. Something seemed to be on his mind.
"You okay?" Carrie asked. "You seem a bit distracted."
"I'm fine," Richard said. He held her close and kissed her lovingly. She kissed him back, and a pang of guilt hit Richard as he thought about what he'd done the night before, to try and get Zoe to come to the Island. He'd betrayed Carrie, but he loved her so much. He didn't want to tell her what he'd done. He hoped he'd forget about it, and wouldn't have to worry. After all, his attempts had been futile - Zoe had refused to come.
The next morning, Carrie woke up, wrapped in Richard's arms. He was already awake, and had been watching her. "You should leave the Island more often," Carrie said, gently kissing Richard's chest. "Because that was incredible."
Richard smiled, but inside his heart was bursting. He longed to tell Carrie what he'd done, but he knew it could destroy their relationship. She made him feel more secure than he had felt in a long long time, and Jacob approved of them being together. She'd come a long way from the quiet five-year-old he'd once visited. As they lay together, Richard wondered if Carrie remembered that meeting, 18 years ago.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 17, 2009 11:20:32 GMT -4
Day 92
"René!" Richard yelled for her to come down towards the back of the group.
"What is it?" René looked concerned after seeing Richards expression.
"We can't find Carrie. I'm going to back track and find her." He pulled out a small map. It was very old looking and terribly torn and he handed to René. "Keep following the tree line, when you get here head straight for the wall here." René followed his finger along the paths on the map.
René watched Richard as he left them and René took charge of the group. She wandered back up to the front and Eric came running up behind her.
"What's going on?" He looked perplexed.
"Carrie's gone missing. Richard's backtracked to get her and left me the keys to the car." She made light of the situation to try and put him and others at ease.
There were no outward objections and everyone kept moving. Once they reached the base of the jungle that Richard had pointed out on the map she told everyone to break for camp for the night.
Camp was quiet that night and had not been as lively with conversation as other nights had been. René watched over everyone, keeping vigilant. Not sure why she seemed more concerned at this point in time. But since she didn't know what exactly had happened to Carrie, she wasn't taking any chances.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 17, 2009 12:51:48 GMT -4
It was getting dark, as Carrie and Richard neared the camp. They slowed down their pace to a walk, to avoid tripping over tree roots they couldn't see.
"Richard, I was thinking," Carrie broke the silence after a while. "If I can't come back to the Island, and it's unlikely you'll be able to come see me ... does that mean I'll never see you again?"
Richard was silent for a minute. "You will," he said eventually. "I promise you Carrie, I will do all I can to see you again, even if it's in fifty years' time."
"Great ... I'll be old and grey, and you won't have changed a bit. Don't go hoping for any romantic comedy type reunion, Richard, my back won't be able to take it."
"You won't look that different," Richard said, "you haven't changed in twenty-two years. Who's to say you'll change in fifty?"
Carrie frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You don't remember me, do you?" Richard asked. Carrie looked at him, utterly bewildered. "When you were five, I visited you, to test that you were right to join us."
"Hang on, I first met you when I was five?" Carrie said. Richard nodded. "Bet you looked at me and thought, 'yeah, I'm banging that one in twenty years'. Do you visit everyone at a young age, then?"
"No," Richard said, realising the time had come to tell Carrie the truth about her full potential, "only the very special ones." She looked at him searchingly. "I've never told you this, Carrie," he said, "but Jacob has plans for you. I don't know what they are, but he has always valued you highly. You're important to him."
They then finally emerged at the camp. It was very late, so nearly everyone was asleep, apart from René, who was still up, waiting for them. An obvious look of relief spread across her face when she saw they were both okay. She stood up and jogged over to them. "Carrie, what the hell happened to you?"
"I, um ... got lost," Carrie replied, feeling rather embarassed. "I got seperated from the group, I don't know how - I stopped for a minute to get my water bottle out my pack, then when I looked round everyone was already gone."
René smiled, glad she was okay, and hugged her. Carrie hugged her back. She'd never had that many proper friends in camp, most people were more aquaintances than anything else, but she felt now that René was the closest thing to a friend she had in the camp.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 17, 2009 15:55:59 GMT -4
Day 94
René felt like she could breath again knowing Carrie was safe back at camp. Now all they had to do was find a way to safely get her off the Island, but that was something Richard was going to have to best figure out. René brought some more food and water to Carrie. They sat for a bit and Carrie filled René in on certain details that had taken place back at the barracks.
"Why would they have brought you back there?" René asked.
Carrie knew why, but she wasn't so willing to give this information to René just yet. Carrie wasn't ready to break the news to her that it was Ben's fault Mars acted the way she did. She didn't want to break René's heart. "The survivors split. John is leading the ones that know that the people from the boat aren't here to save them and they were looking for a safe place I guess. As to why they didn't leave me, I don't know. But thankfully, John was willing to part ways with me."
"Well, I guess he's smarter than I thought." René smiled and Carrie nodded in agreement. "Before I was knocked unconcious though I found out that another person has parachuted onto the island." Carrie shared this information much more freely.
"Hostile?" René asked.
"I unfortunately wasn't given time to find out." Carrie replied as she rubbed where head should have hurt from being punched out by Mars.
"I'm still worried about Ben though. Who knows what Jack has done to him." René said with anger.
Carrie's face paled over with resentment and anger. She kept herself copmosed when she felt herself slipping and avoided responding to René's statement.
They sat in silence for a few minutes when Richard came over to check on Carrie. René excused herself and walked over to see how Eric was doing. She hadn't really spoken to him much since Richard had left to get Carrie back.
Eric looked up from reading his book as he tended the fire. "Hey stranger." René waved as she approached.
"How many times are you going to read that book?" She asked looking at the worn out coverless book.
"It's my favorite. My mom gave it to me." He said as he looked it once over and giggled at it's slow decay.
"Then I guess we'll have to find a new copy when that one wears out." René sat across from him and stoked some more wood into the fire and stirred the pot of rice sitting on propped up logs.
"Still worried? That line on your forehead is scrunched up again." Eric pointed out his ability to plainly read René. She tried to rub it out and Eric just laughed at her.
"What?" René said. Eric just laughed at her. He put down his book. "He's been in worse situations. You know he'll be ok."
"Yeah well. I'm beginning to think that if we don't do something soon..." She trailed off. She wasn't about to think the worst.
"Look at me." Eric said. René didn't want to be reassured this time. She wanted to get their leader back. She got up and walked away from Eric. "René? Where are you going?" She ignored him and walked into the jungle.
Eric got up and ran after her. Some people starred at him but he put his hand out trying to say he had a handle on the situation. He found her fifteen minutes later sitting at the base of a very large tree. It had begun to rain as he slowly approached her.
"I'm tired of having this conversation. I'm tired of feeling this way, of feeling so torn inside." René wanted to scream. Eric walked up to her and she began beating his chest with her fists. "You bastard, you stupid bastard for dying, for lying to me for leaving me." Eric just stood and took the brunt of her beating. He knew she had to release. In fact, he was pretty sure she had never fully mourned her husband and vented all the pent up anger she'd been carrying for almost five years.
She fell to her knees. "If he hadn't of died, I never would have come here. I never would have fallen for a man who was emotionally void of seeing how much I cared for him."
Eric knelt down beside her wiping the rain from her face even though it made no difference to all that was now pouring down on them. "I'm here. I'm here René." They sat in the rain together for hours. Neither said anything.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 17, 2009 21:13:43 GMT -4
Day 94
Jo dug her nails into Sayid's knee as the helicopter lurched into the gathering storm. "I think I'm going to be sick," she moaned. Lightning struck somewhere to their left.
"Hang in there!" Frank called out. "We're nearly there!"
Desmond managed to tear his gaze away from his crumpled picture of him and Penny long enough to glance backwards at Jo. "You all right?"
Jo nodded weakly. "yeah, I think so."
"We're almost through it, I see daylight!" Frank exclaimed. The helicopter veered sharply at that moment and Jo watched in alarm as Desmond suddenly began to panic. He tore his seatbelt off and grabbed the handle of the door.
"Des, what's wrong?" Jo cried, unbuckling her own seatbelt to reach for him. "Sayid, what's he doing?"
Sayid held Desmond back against his seat as he became increasingly agitated. "What are you doing? Desmond! Are you alright?"
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Desmond yelled, struggling to escape from Sayid's grasp. Jo paled considerably. Only moments later, they were landing on the freighter.
Two men ran up to greet the helicopter. Seeing them, Sayid immediately armed himself. One of them looked livid.
"You shouldn't have brought them here, what the hell were you thinking?" he yelled at Frank.
Desmond continued to flip out on the freighter. The two men, introducing themselves as Keamy and Omar, attempted to calm him down. Jo stayed by Desmond's side, trying to ask him questions to determine the extent of his sudden psychosis. She was stung when he pulled away from her.
"I don't know you! Who are you? Where am I?"
Keamy took charge of the situation. "We're going to take your buddy down to the sick bay, okay?"
"I'm going with him," Jo declared. "I'm a doctor."
"Let our doctor look at him first, then you can come down. You got my word on that, okay?" Keamy flashed a charming, toothy smile at Jo. She looked uncertainly from him to Sayid. Sayid gave her a subtle nod to indicate his agreement and Jo reluctantly gave in.
"Okay." She watched with increasing anxiety as Keamy and Omar hustled Desmond out of sight below decks. Desmond fought them every step of the way. "No, this is wrong! I'm not supposed to be here!" he screamed.
Sayid placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "He's going to be all right."
Jo glared fiercely at him in response. "Unfortunately you don't have a clue what you're talking about, Sayid."
She and Sayid surveyed the freighter from the deck until Frank returned to them. Sayid arranged to make a call with Frank's satellite phone, in return for surrendering his gun, and placed a call to Jack on the beach.
"Jack, it's Sayid. I'm on the freighter."
Jo stood beside Sayid so she could hear everything. Jack responded "Are you okay? Is Jo okay? Where the hell have you been?"
Sayid explained about Desmond and Faraday, listening on speaker phone, seemed to understand what was happening to him.
"I need to talk to Desmond!" Faraday exclaimed. "It's very important!"
As they walked to the sick bay to find Desmond, Sayid handed the phone to Jo so she could talk to Jack.
"Hey," she said softly, suddenly realizing that she missed him.
"Hey," he responded. "When are you coming back?"
"I don't know what's happening with Desmond, I can't leave him until..." she struggled to explain her thoughts to Jack.
"I won't rest until I know you're safe. Stick by Sayid, okay?"
"I will, I promise. Goodbye, Jack." Tears stung her eyes. So far this experience was not exactly what she had signed up for, and she longed for the comfortable familiarity of being in Jack's arms.
Frank, Sayid and Jo reached the sick bay but the doctor tried to prevent them from entering. He panicked and pulled the alarm as Sayid slammed the door and locked it from the inside. Jo gave the phone to Desmond.
"It's Faraday," she explained. As Desmond spoke to Faraday over the grating sound of the alarm, Sayid tried desperately to block the door. Keamy and Omar forced themselves into the room and snatched the phone from him. They took Frank with them and locked the door on Jo, Sayid, Desmond and the man strapped to the hospital cot in the far corner.
The man in the cot introduced himself to Desmond as Minkowski, the communications officer. He was suffering from an advanced case of the side effects that Desmond was exhibiting. "Before they strapped me down here, all the calls to and from this boat came through me, in the radio room. And every so often, I'd get this flashing light on my console. An incoming call. We were under strict orders never to answer it. Those calls came from your girlfriend. Penelope Widmore."
Jo sucked in her breath sharply. She wasn't sure where this was heading, but she was certain she wanted nothing to do with it. Out of the blue Desmond became completely catatonic, staring straight ahead at the wall. He wasn't blinking and showed no reaction to the light that Jo flashed into his eyes.
"Unbelievable," she breathed. "It's like he's not even here with us."
Desmond came back with a start. "I need to call Penny."
Jo grasped his shoulders. "Desmond, where were you just then?" Her former love of investigating medical mysteries began to tug at her. This was something she had never seen, and she wanted to know more. Desmond pulled away, and Jo saw the fear in his eyes. "I need to call Penny," he repeated. Jo nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation.
"Okay, Des, we'll call Penny."
Minkowski offered to show them the way to the radio room, and as Desmond released his restraints he became catatonic again. Jo tested his reflexes carefully - and found nothing. When he came to, they helped Minkowski off the bed and hurried towards the radio room.
The equipment in the room was a mess - George explained that someone had sabotaged it just two days ago. Sayid seemed confident that he could fix it long enough to place a phone call.
Minkowski chose that moment to pass out. Desmond caught him and eased him slowly to the ground, where he began shaking violently.
"He's seizing!" Jo rushed to his side. "Hold his head, Des. We need to..." Before she could even finish her sentence, Minkowski's head rolled limply. He was dead.
Jo met Desmond's eyes, and she noticed that his nose was bleeding. "Des," she said tenderly. "Your nose."
Desmond wiped the blood away, the fear in his eyes even more clear now. "I'm gonna die too," he whispered, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.
"No you're not," Jo spoke firmly. "I won't let it happen. I made a promise to you, Des."
Desmond seemed to recognize the depth of Jo's feelings as they continued to stare at each other over Minkowski's lifeless body. "Jo, are we...?"
"A couple?" Jo smiled sadly. "No, Des. You're devoted to Penny, and I'm devoted to reuniting you with Penny. It simply wouldn't work very well, would it?"
"I guess not," Desmond conceded.
Before Jo's eyes, Desmond disappeared into the catatonic state again. When he came back, he knew Penny's number.
"7946-0893. It's a London number."
"Excellent timing," Sayid replied. "The patch is done, but I don't know how long the battery will last. I hope she's there."
Desmond stood up, carefully placing Minkowski on the ground, and took the red phone from Sayid. It was indeed Penny's number, and Jo's heart broke a little as she watched their conversation unfold.
The phone battery died and cut them off, but they had said what needed to be said, and Desmond seemed all right now. Jo felt a strange mixture of relief and hollowness. She had fulfilled her promise to Desmond, and he was on his way to finding Penny. The hollowness she felt was the realization that there was simply no place for Jo in his life.
"I remember you now," Desmond said to her, smiling, as they left the radio room. "You've been a good friend, and I'm grateful for you." He hugged her tightly. Jo's tears stained his blue shirt as he held her. She was done. She felt ready to go home to Jack now.
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 18, 2009 6:36:09 GMT -4
Day 94
Mars McTavish was sound asleep in Locke's house, her face smooshed into the piano keys in front of her. Mars shifted in her sleep and accidentally pressed a key. Blam! The sound of the piano filled the room.
Mars startled awake and ran her hand through her hair. She looked out the window. The sky was blue and the sunlight streamed through the open window.
Mars rushed out of the house, and found Locke cleaning a rabbit outside. Claire stood next to him.
"Hey." Mars said.
"Oh hey, Mars." Claire replied. "Did you have a good night sleep?"
Mars chuckled. "Yeah." Mars looked around. "Where's Kate?"
"She left." Locke responded.
"And why is that?"
Locke shrugged. "It's complicated."
Mars nodded. "By the way, John.."
Locke looked at her.
"Can I.. go.." Mars hesitated. "To the... basement... to--"
"See Ben?" Locke interrupted.
"Yeah." Mars said. "I just have a few words to tell him."
Locke raised an eyebrow. "For 10 minutes only, alright?"
"Deal."
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Mars followed Locke down to the basement. Not soon after, Mars and Locke stood in front of a metal door, and Mars watched as Locke fumbled with the door lock. Mars heard a loud clack.
"10 minutes." Locke reminded as he opened the door.
Mars nodded and stepped into the darkened room. Mars jerked in surprise when she saw Ben in front of her, a book on his hand, his clothes dirty and ragged. Mars closed the door behind her.
"Hello, Mars." Ben said, not looking away from his book.
Mars sat on the ground. "What do you know about me?" Mars asked.
Ben closed his book and looked down at Mars. "Mars McTavish. Born December 10th 1987, adopted by Stephen and Joyce McTavish. Real father Martin Copeland. Became a junior paramedic in London. Survived an accident at a local power station a few years later and.."
"Enough." Mars interrupted. "Let me ask you something, Ben. Why did you order Carrie to kill me?"
"Because Carolyna wanted something and I'm not a man to give something for nothing" Ben replied coldly.
"And what did she want?" Mars asked.
"It's none of your business, Mars." Ben said. "Look at you. A few days ago you were dead, and here you are in front of me right now, alive and well --"
Ben winced in pain when Mars pinned Ben to the wall using her power. Mars stood up.
"What?" Ben asked, his voice trembling. "Do you want to kill me? Right here?"
"No, sadly." Mars said casually. "I know how badly you want to touch the face of God."
"Mars. Listen." Ben said. "Carolyna. She's pregnant, right?"
"Yeah." Mars replied "Why?"
"Do you know whose child it is?" Ben asked.
"None of your business, Ben." Mars shot back. Ben sighed in exasperation. Mars grinned.
"Richard. He always was protective of her. Carolyna, I mean." Ben said.
Mars raised an eyebrow. "So?"
Ben shook his head. "Nothing." he paused. "Just.. make sure she got off the island. You know what happened to pregnant women on this island."
"What happened?"
"They die."
Mars took a deep breath. "You seem to care a lot about Carrie, Ben." Mars said.
Ben looked away.
"I'm not stupid, Ben. The reason why you want Carrie to get off this island," Mars said. "Is so that Carrie and Richard won't be together, right?"
Ben glanced at Mars, a slight look of terror reflected on his face.
Mars head a knock on the door. Her time is up. She stood up, dusted off her dirty T-shirt and walked towards Ben. She smiled and punched Ben squarely in the jaw. WHAAP!
"That's for Carrie." Mars said.
Mars looked over her shoulder one last time, knocked at the door and watched as Locke opened the door.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 18, 2009 9:56:11 GMT -4
Day 94 Night
Soaking wet and mentally exhausted René and Eric emerged from the jungle to join the others at camp. René was looking around and noticed someone was missing. She walked over to Richard to find what where Harper was.
"I sent her to give a message to Juliet. Something Ben told me before he left. That these people might try to use the Tempest against us."
"Can we still trust her Richard?"
Richard nodded. "I believe so, yes. She wants off this Island, she doesn't doesn't want us dead." René pondered for a moment when Richard chimed in again. "I wanted to send you, but seems like you had something bigger to deal with." René looked at the ground.
"I've known you for a long time René. It's been a long time coming." He rubbed her shoulder in a friendly manner and passed a bowl of fruit to her with some cooked boar meat on the side.
"Thanks. Richard, how come you hadn't mentioned this earlier, the Tempest I mean? We could have had,"
"You know how it works René." Richard looked straight at her. He didn't need to finish. René knew better than anyone, Ben always had a plan, and the Island always had a way of telling you when it was time.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 18, 2009 17:18:01 GMT -4
A year and a half later
Carrie sat at the piano in the living room. It was unusually quiet in the house - Destiny was out in the stables, and Lynette was out with her grandparents, so Carrie had the house to herself. She pressed down on the keys and began to sing.
"I'll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand
Or a kamikaze fighter
Dont count on me
To storm the barricades
And take a stand
Or hold my ground"
Her thoughts that day had, for reasons she couldn't figure out, been on Richard and Kelso alot. She missed them both immensely. Propped up in front of her were the manuscript papers she'd been working on on the porch, the day she shot Mars.
"You look at me
Like I dont make sense
Like a waste of time
Like it serves no purpose
I am no prince, I am no saint
And if thats what you believe you need
You're wrong - you dont need much
You need someone to fall back on"
It was a song about Kelso, and how he knew he could never protect her and be a 'real' man the way Richard could, but he would always be there for Carrie in her time of need.
"I'd rather be the half of us
The least of you, the best of me
And I will be your prince
I'll be your saint
I will go crashing through fences
In your name, I will, I swear
I'll be someone to fall back on
I'll be the one who waits
And for as long as you'll let me
I will be the one you need
I'll be someone to fall back on"
Tears welled in Carrie's eyes as she finished the song, and remembered just how badly she'd treated Kelso. She wished she could go back and rewind it all, be a better friend, let him know he was better than he thought.
Carrie put some fresher manuscript on top of the older song, a new song she'd written recently.
"You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you"
She'd written it just that morning, about how much she missed Richard.
"You taught me how to love
What it’s of, what it’s of
You never said too much
But still you showed the way
And I knew from watching you
Nobody else could ever know
The part of me that can’t let go"
She'd always known that Richard was the best thing that ever happened to her, yet she couldn't help but wish she'd appreciated him more. Not everyone met someone like Richard.
"Is there someone you know
You’re loving them so
But taking them all for granted
You may lose them one day
Someone takes them away
And they don’t hear
The words you long to say
I would give anything I own
Give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again"
The only thing worse to Carrie than the prospect of never seeing Richard again was the prospect that he would never meet his daughter.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 19, 2009 19:57:26 GMT -4
Day 95
Zoe had arrived back at the barracks a few days ago. Many had badgered her for her story with Charlie and Desmond down at the Looking Glass, but she paid no attention, she refused to tell them, even Locke at first. She went over to the house that had been claimed as her own during her confinement with the Others.
Zoe had settled down into her home less then an hour when the was a knock on the door, she sighed and opened the door, already grunting.
"Jut go away! I don't want to talk-" She began, but stopped when she realised it was Claire. "Oh, Claire, sorry, I didn't realise it was you. Come in." Claire smiled weakly, understanding Zoe's frustration.
"Sorry to impose. It's just, I need to know what happened. I know you don't want to talk about it, but - this was Charlie." Claire explained as Zoe closed the door and motioned for her to take a seat. Zoe promptly sat next to her.
"Don't worry Claire, it's fine. I know how much you meant to Charlie, and I know how much he meant to you. In fact, I involuntarily hated you for a while, because, you see, I fell in love with Charlie, not long after we arrived here, but he clearly had more of a connection with you, and I was jeleous. He clearly loved you more then he could ever had loved me." Zoe began to explain. "However, we did have our moments, but I can't help feeling it wasn't really geuine, because you see, when we had anything of a romantic type of relationship, it was always when you two had had a tiff. We slept togther - just once - I think it was because he only felt sorry for me. I was a wreck, but, that one time was special to me, even if it didn't mean as much to him as it did to me. What I didn't expect was to get pregnant as a result of it.... not so soon after my miscarriage with Jake, my dead fiance's baby."
"Charlie is the father of your baby?" Claire whispered, almost speechless. Zoe nodded, fighting feircly to hold back the tears.
"He didn't know though. Not until the last moment before his death. Before he sacrificed his life trying to save us all." Zoe told her. "I didn't want to tell him incase he felt obliged to stick by me, when I knew he really wanted to be with you. He would never really had been happy." Claire was speechless, she didn't know what to say.
"How are you so sure he really liked me more, over you?" Claire asked. Zoe stared for a moment, she hadn't expected Claire to ask. Zoe delved her hand into her jean pocket, and produced a slip of damp folded paper and handed it to her. "He asked Desmond to give this to you. Sorry - I couldn't help but read it..." Claire unfolded the paper and read Charlie's note. A list of his five lifetime greatest hits. As Claire read his number one, tears welled in her eyes and she began to sob.
"I'm sorry Claire, I tried to stop him... but you know how stubborn he can be when he is determined to do something." Zoe added. Claire nodded.
"Thank you, for giving me this." She managed to mumble.
"Don't mention it. It was meant for you, it's only right." Zoe replied, followed by a lengthy akward silence.
"Was....was it quick?" Claire interrupted the silence. "He didn't suffer, did he?" Zoe's head was bowed, staring at her thumbs she was twidiling. She looked up when Claire spoke.
"I don't know how suffering drowning can be, but yes, it was quick, and he smiled, before he went. I think he thought it was his destiny, and he was at peace with it, like he accepted it." Zoe explained. "We were in the comms room, we had just spoken to Penny, who confirmed that the Frighter isn't her boat, that she wasn't on a boat and she hadn't a clue who Naomi was. Before much more was said, that Russian bloke, Mikhail, with the eye patch...he was on the outside of the station, outside the comms room, grinning that stupid smug grin of his, holding a hand grenade. He removed the pin, and we had seconds to get out....he shut the door to make sure the room with the moon pool wouldn't flood, to make sure myself and Desmond could get out safely. Again, he showeed us incredible bravery. Brave and noble until the end..."
Claire and Zoe chatted some more, sharing each others fondness for Charlie, when Zoe showed more signs of exhaustion, Claire excused herself to allow her to get some rest, and told her she'd stop anyone trying to bother her. She mentioned Locke wanted to talk to her, but said he would wait. Zoe nodded before turning for her bedroom, crashing out on her bed and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 19, 2009 22:14:34 GMT -4
Day 94 - NIGHT
Sayid, Jo and Desmond made their way through the labyrinthine halls of the freighter's lower deck and found Keamy waiting for them outside of the sick bay.
He tried his hardest to be charming. "I don't know how you got out, but the captain isn't going to be happy about it. Jo, is it? I'll show you the way to the ladies' quarters. Regina has been a little lonely, she'll enjoy having a roommate."
"I'd rather stay with my friends, thanks," Jo replied.
Keamy shrugged. "Suit yourself." He waved Desmond and Sayid into the sick bay but placed his hand in front of the door to prevent Jo from joining them. She shot him a look of alarm.
"Last chance for first class service," he grinned at her.
"No thank you," Jo said coldly.
"You know...I think I like you Jo," Keamy cocked his head and studied her face. "I see a real future for us together." He made an exaggerated gentlemanly bow and invited her into the sick bay to join her friends. He promptly locked the door behind her.
Jo faced Desmond and Sayid. "I'm ready to go back to the island," Jo declared. "I don't trust a single person on this boat, least of all Keamy. He's creepy." Jo couldn't hide the shivers that racked her body.
Desmond nodded in agreement. "Aye, I don't trust the way he looks at you."
Sayid crossed his arms and looked skeptical. "You told Jack you wanted to come here to find out exactly what we're getting into - but have you really learned anything yet? We've only just gotten here."
"I've seen enough." Jo replied steadily. After witnessing Desmond's phone call with Penny, it hurt too much to be around him. His love for her was so deep and timeless, and so very different from the love she and Jack had. It made her envious. She didn't want to wait around to see their actual reunion if it was going to happen on this freighter - it would only break her heart.
"How will you get back?" Desmond asked, his voice edgy with concern.
Jo smiled, and responded simply: Frank."
Day 95
The three of them spent a sleepless night in the sick bay, wondering what on earth they would do next. Fortunately, Frank was chosen to bring them their breakfast: canned pineapple and toast.
"Delightful," Jo remarked sarcastically when she saw their breakfast.
"Sorry, it was the best I could do," Frank responded with complete sincerity.
"It's fine. Listen, Frank - I'd like to return to the island. Can you help me?"
Frank's forehead creased in a way that reminded Jo of Rene. "I'll probably be making a helicopter run tomorrow, can you wait 'til then?"
"I'd rather not..." Jo responded.
It was Frank's turn to look concerned. "This place getting to you too? All right, we've got a zodiac boat. I'll have Regina take you back to the island. I'll have to smuggle you out, I'm in enough trouble for taking you to the freighter as it is."
Jo smiled broadly and couldn't help hugging Frank. "That's perfect, Frank. Thank you."
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Frank distracted Keamy and his crew while Regina prepared the zodiac for launch. Desmond caught Jo and hugged her tightly before she hopped in. "You're sure you want to go back?"
"Absolutely," Jo replied without hesitation. "I have a really bad feeling about this boat, and it goes way beyond yesterday's experience, Des. Something is very off here, and it doesn't feel safe. Maybe you and Sayid should come with me."
Desmond shook her head. "I can't go back."
Jo sighed, but she understood his reluctance. He had spent the last three years desperate to leave the island; nothing in the world could possibly drag him back there. "In any case, I'll be back soon with the other survivors, when it's time to take them home. I'll see you then, okay?"
Desmond still looked crestfallen. He nodded glumly. "Aye."
Before Jo could stop herself, she stepped up to Desmond and planted a kiss squarely on his lips. Something told her it would be the only chance she ever got to do this, so she seized the moment.
"Bye for now," she whispered in his ear, then hopped in the zodiac. Sayid lowered the little boat in the water and waved her goodbye.
"It's only for now!" Jo called back as they floated away from the freighter on the zodiac's little motor.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 20, 2009 6:15:31 GMT -4
Day 95 (yaaaaay Christmas!)
Carrie lay in her bed, half asleep and half awake. She turned over and opened her eyes, realising Richard was already up. She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to wake herself up, when Richard came back in the tent, holding some mangos.
"Morning," he smiled, lying down next to her and handing her one of the mangos.
"Morning," Carrie smiled back. "You seem cheerful."
"You know what day it is today?" Richard asked.
"Ten years after your last drink?" Carrie suggested, sitting up properly. "My name's Richard, and I'm an alcoholic."
Richard laughed. "No, it's Christmas. I have to remind you every year."
"That's because it's impossible to keep track of time in this place," Carrie replied, taking a bite out of the mango Richard had given her. "Most of the time I don't know what time of day it is."
"Don't talk with your mouth full," he teased, also sitting up.
Carrie swallowed, before saying, "have we got any mistletoe?"
"We don't need it," Richard said, gently carressing the side of Carrie's face, before leaning in and kissing her.
Carrie kissed him back for several moments, before pulling away and saying, "I'd better get dressed." She stood up and began pulling her clothes on. She hated how dirty they all were, now they were living out in the wild and had no washing machines, and washing clothes in the river just didn't have the same effect.
"Fancy a walk?" Richard suggested.
"Done enough of that over the past few days," Carrie replied. "Are there any waterfalls around here? I need a shower urgently."
"About a mile east of here," Richard said. "I'll come with you, I don't wanna lose you again."
Neither said anything, both knowing they would lose each other again - this time forever, perhaps. Richard seemed to have admitted to himself he wasn't going to see her again, but Carrie was determined she'd get back somehow. If you leave somewhere, that means you must have got there in the first place. And if it can happen once, it can happen again.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 20, 2009 8:22:08 GMT -4
Day 95
Zoe woke up feeling a little more refreshed. She opened her wardrobe to change her clothes and shoved her dirty ones in the washing machine. Her jeans were feeling slighty tight now with the freakyness of the baby growth. She now looked three and a half months pregnant now when she was really only just about a month.
Zoe opened her fridge and picked out a few peices to slap together a quick meal. She was starving, and afterall, she was eating for two now. Zoe was just doing the washing up when there was a knock at the door. She answered it to Locke.
"John." Zoe greeted.
"Hi Zoe. May I come in?" Locke asked without waiting for an answer he let himself in. Zoe raised an eyebrow, his behaviour was odd recently. She didn't like it, but she did trust him, afterall, there was a time when he had been a great help to her.
"I was actually planning on popping over to see you in an hour or so. You've saved me a trip." Zoe replied. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"No, thanks, just had some water." John answered smiling, and he sat down. Zoe sat down opposite him.
"I suppose you want to know what happened down at the Looking Glass Station?" Zoe asked.
"I've got the general idea, but no, I more wanted to ask if you know anything about the freighter, and the people here who came from it." Locke asked.
"I wan't on the beach for long before I came here. All I know is the ginger, Charlotte and Daniel Faraday flew over in a helicopter with some pilot called Frank, and that they claim to be scientists. Apart from that, I no nothing more. Oh, and obviously I know of that Miles guy you have hold of. To be honest, I don't want to know much about them, I'm not interested. I just want them and that freighter gone." Zoe explained.
"You sure that's all you know?" Locke confirmed.
"Yes." Zoe answered. "John, are you ok? You seem awfully twitchy. Not in a literary sense."
"No, I'm fine." He assured her.
"I'm going to need to talk to Ben. And Miles as a matter of fact." Zoe told him.
"You can't." Locke responded immediately.
"Yes, I can. You just need to tell me where they are so I can talk to them." Zoe replied.
"Zoe, this isn't a democracy. If you want to live here, you are going to have to handle that this is-" Locke began to reply.
"Stop right there John. I have a lot of respect for you, but you owe me. You stopped my only passage off this island. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm pregnant. With Charlie's baby. Now Charlie is dead, and I have to raise this baby alone. Not only that, I find out pregnant women die on this island. So, because you've given me a death sentence John Locke, you will not act like my father and tell me what I can't do. Got it?" Zoe ranted. John was speechless, and there was a momentary pause.
"Ben is in the basement of his house, where I'm sleeping, and Miles is being held in the boat shed. He probably won't tell you much though." Locke replied with a smirk. Zoe didn't like his tone but she was greatful Locke had given in to her requests.
"Why do you want to talk to Miles? I thought you had little interest in him and the other 'scientists'?" Locke asked curiously.
"Sayid, Desmond and Jo went back with Frank to the Freighter. I want to know she is safe." Zoe responded. "Is that all then?"
"Yes." Locke replied.
"I think you better leave then. I'll be visitng Ben soon, and I'll need you to unlock his cell when I arrive." Zoe spoke confidently, opening the front door, motioning Locke to leave.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 20, 2009 12:03:42 GMT -4
Day 95 night
René sat on her blankets on the makeshift bed she had for herself. Carrie came up and sat down next to her.
"Happy Christmas René." She handed her a sliced up mango and a used copy of Watership Down.
René smiled and took the fruit and looked over the book. "You know, after all these years I don't think I've read this one. Thank you by the way." She said as she gently bumped her shoulder into Carrie's. "I can't believe it's Christmas. Funny, the things you don't think about, that lose importance being here." Carrie nodded in agreement.
"Richard had to remind me, hence all the extra mango." She laughed pointing at the dish. "Surprised Eric isn't here with you."
"I shooed him away for a bit. My mind is still grappling everything. The crash, the surgeries, the fighting. When you have time to sit and draw it all in, it's crazy." René said.
"Transitions. Our lives certainly have texture don't they?" Carrie smiled attempting to lighten the mood. René acknowledged with a small giggle. "Yeah, texture is right."
Carrie got up after a few minutes of silence, sensing René needed the alone time.
"Hey, thanks again," René said holding up the book. "and Merry Christmas Carrie." Carrie smiled, unworried for the moment, René noticed she even had a glow about her. "Happy Christmas René" Carrie walked back over to Richard across the camp.
René took out her sketch book and doodled small pictures next to the firelight.
"What are you working on?" Shannon said as he entered the kitchen.
"OH, just some random thoughts you could say." René said as she leaned up and kissed him as he walked by her.
"Looks like, a jungle. And what's this?" He said as he picked up one of the pieces of paper. "Looks Egyptian? You've got some weird thoughts." They laughed and she continued sketching at the table.
"I don't know, it's just been in my head lately. I've been feeling adventurous." She smiled and looked at him across the kitchen. She didn't say anything, but his face changed somehow. Like he knew something she didn't. René shrugged it off. Must be work, she thought.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 20, 2009 14:25:15 GMT -4
Day 95
Zoe went to the boat shed first to see Miles, and was angry when she saw how tied up he was and with a grenade in his mouth. She looked around the shed, there must be something she could use to replace the pin with so that Miles didn't have to bite down. She felt a sudden surge of anger towards Locke, he was treating him worse then Ben had her.
There was nothing that would be suitable, so she grabbed a hair clip that helped pin her fringe away and it slitted perfectly in place of the grenade, and she took it out of Miles's mouth.
"Sorry about John." Zoe spoke apologetically to Miles as she placed the hand grenade to one side very carefully. A shiver ran down her spine. It was a hand grenade afterall that had killed Charlie just days ago. She hated them, and she wouldn't forget to be having a go at John either.
"I thought there was only one pregnant girl on the plane? And that one had already had her baby." Miles asked. Zoe ignored his questions.
"The Freighter. It's not here for us, is it? Don't lie, I know it's not. I just need to know, my friend Jo has gone on that Frieghter with some other of my friends, Desmond and Sayid. I need to know she is safe. Don't lie to me Miles, I can usually tell when people lie. Is Jo safe on that boat?" Zoe asked calmly. Miles considered her for a moment and then nodded to himself.
"It depends where Keamy and his men are. If they are on the island, then she is safe on the boat, but if they are on the boat, she is mostly likely not going to be ok. This is without considering the complications of tooing and froing from the island. But I have enough faith in Frank to transport on the exact co-ordinates." Miles spoke truthfully.
"Wow, I really thought you were going to lie." Zoe admitted. "Ok, so these...complications. What does that mean?"
"You know my friend Daniel?" Miles asked, and when Zoe nodded he continued. "Daniel Farraday worked out if you don't travel to and fro from these exact co-ordinates, then, something infects you, and, eventually, after a series of nosebleeds and blackouts...you die." Zoe stared horrified.
"I've got to go - thank you, Miles." Zoe said quickly and bolted out of the boat shed and straight to Ben's house. She knocked rapidly on the door and Locke answered almost immediately, and handed her the key to Ben's cell. Key firmly in her hand, she slapped John clean across his jaw. He stumbled backwards, dumbfounded.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked angrily.
"For shoving grenades down defensless prisoner's throats, John. Show some humanity for Christ sakes John, Ben did a better job then you." Zoe threw back at him.
"You're not seriously comparing me to Benjamin Linus are you?" John asked, wounded.
"Yes John, I am. Now please, show me to his cell." She requested. John did so reluctantly, and Zoe followed him through a door, down some stairs into a basement and to a cell. "Thank you, you can go now. This conversation is private. Sorry for slapping you John, it's just... Charlie...no, forget it. I don't want to talk about it." John said nothing. "Look, John, I'm holding a memorial ceremony for Charlie this evening. I'm sure he'd want you to be there."
"Ok, yes, sure I'll be there. I can go and tell the others too if you like?" Locke offered. Zoe smiled. "Thanks, that would be a great help." John turned and left, and Zoe took in a deep intake of breath before unlocking the padlock and entered Ben's cell.
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