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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 20, 2009 18:24:06 GMT -4
Mars sat on a simple bed in her tent, devastated. The people from DHARMA have decided to launch an attack towards the Hostiles. The attack lasted for 3 days, and not without casualties.
She quickly wiped away the tears on her face and eyes when Richard entered her tent.
"Mars, please. You've tried." he explained calmly.
"No, Richard!" Mars blurted out. "If - If - If only I could heal him in time, Bryan should've been saved!" she said. "What the heck do the DHARMA people want from us, anyway?"
"Mars, calm down."
"There's 4 of us that has been shot dead by them, Richard!" Mars barked. "We need to... never mind. I can just go there and wreck their pathetic little houses myself!" Mars stood up and started to walk out of the tent. Just as she stepped out of her tent, she could hear someone yelling at her.
"Mars! Quickly! It's John! He's been shot!"
"HE WHAT?" Mars' eyes widened in shock. John has been a close friend of hers on camp. In fact, he's the first person Mars ever talked to on her first day with the Others. Mars follow the person in front of her and dashed as quickly as she can when she saw John lying on the ground, some of his friends by his side - trying to control the bleeding.
"Oh, gosh." Mars knelt beside John. "Hang on, buddy."
Mars ripped open John's clothing ans spotted 5 seperate bullet wounds. 3 of them are embedded on his left part of the chest, presumably penetrating his lung. Mars jerked when John began to cough blood all over Mars' hand. John then gasped for breath, his breathing unusually heavy.
Mars put her hand on top of John's chest and with one confident pull took the bullets out of his chest using her power. Blood began to flow freely from the wound. Mars knew she should act quickly.
Mars put both hands on top of John's chest, and started the healing process - blue arcs of electricity streaming down her hand and onto John's chest. John made pathetic gagging sounds and coughed several times.
Mars' jaw dropped open in shock when the arcs of electricity started to dissappear. "No." Mars tried to channel her power to her hand, but nothing seemed to happen. "NO! NOT NOW!" she said in exasperation. Desperate, Mars ripped her shirt and circle it around John's chest to control the bleeding. Mars trembled in fear when John started to slip into unconciousness.
Mars ran her fingers on John's neck, and grunted in frustration when she couldn't find any pulse. A pang of sorrow and guilt began to surface, and Mars started to commence CPR on John. Mars didn't realize that Richard is standing next to her.
"Mars, that's enough." Richard said, his hand on Mars' shoulder.
"No. No." Mars continued to pump down on John's chest, tears started to stream down her face once more. "John, please. Don't go." she sobbed.
"Mars, let go." Richard said.
Mars shook her head and continued to pump until she collapsed on top of John chest, and burst into tears. Richard inched closer and gave Mars a hug. "You tried. It's not your fault."
Mars looked at John's now pale face. Mars shook her head and buried his face on Richard's chest.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 20, 2009 19:56:09 GMT -4
Day 95
Once Zoe had finished talking to Ben, she locked the door behind her with the padlock and headed back up the stairs to the ground floor of Ben's house, where John was waiting. Zoe handed him the key to Ben's cell and smiled at him greatfully.
"Thank you John. I must be going now, things to prepare and that." Zoe explained. She headed away from the house and headed to the outskirts of the village to a small patch of beach. She needed the ocean for her ceromony. She got to work immediately, setting up the scene. It was dark now, and she manufactured herself forty or so sticks that held dharma candles, sticking them into the sand and some against trees. People started to gather as they spotted the lights from the barracks.
The moon glinted its full round shape on the surface of the ocean and the waves crashed against the beach's bank softly. Claire came by her side and helped her make the scene look beautiful. Almost everyone was gathered now, everyone excluding Ben and Miles. Zoe suprised them all by producing Charlie's guitar, which she had picked up from the beach before she had headed for the barracks on her journey back from the Looking Glass.
"I was never really good at guitar, but, I had a few lessons in my time, enough to play some of Charlie's favourites. Songs that I knew meant a lot to him. My singing is terrible though, so Claire has agreed to sing the lyrics for me instead." Zoe spoke to the crowed, stealing Claire a weak smile. Before Zoe had had her catch up sleep, she and Claire had discussed and planned Charlie's memorial. Everyone was silent as Zoe struck the first cords of Oasis's 'Wonderwall', soon followed by Claire's soothing voice.
Wonderwall was followed by the Kinks, Beatles, The Fray, Beach Boys, a couple of DriveShaft songs, more of Charlie's favourites whom Zoe couldn't recall the name of the bands, but Charlie had taught her how to play the chords. They finished finally on Avril Lavigne's 'Now You're Gone'. Once the songs were over, Claire took to stand to talk a speech she had been preparing all afternoon while Zoe waited nerviously for her turn, she still wasn't overly certain of exactly what to say. There was so much, too much to say about the love of her life.
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 21, 2009 6:25:18 GMT -4
Day 95
Mars watched respectfully as Claire began to give a short speech about Charlie. Mars lowered her hand to the water below, feeling the coldness and the sand under her skin. After Claire finished her speech, Zoe began to talk. From the way she talk, Mars could clearly tell that she loves Charlie so much. Mars closed her eyes, trying to remember all the great things Charlie has done for her and for everyone.
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Mars sat down in front of her tent, a piece of paper and a pen in front of her.
"Miss McTavish." Charlie smiled and walked towards her.
"Mr. Pace." Mars said, looking down at the paper in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Charlie sat next to her and glanced at the paper in front of her. "Oh, cool! a poetry!" Charlie grabbed the piece of paper.
"It's not a poetry." Mars sighed. "It's a song I've been working on."
"A song?" Charlie asked, surprised.
"Yeah." Mars said. "There are still some missing parts, though."
"Wait right here." Charlie stood to his feet and dashed to his tent not far ahead of Mars. He grabbed his guitar and sat next to Mars.
"Have you worked out the chords?" he asked.
Mars nodded. "Yeah."
Charlie handed her his guitar. "Can you play the guitar?"
Mars raised an eyebrow. "I might not be as good as you, though." Charlie smiled.
"Sing that part!" Charlie exclaimed whilst pointing at the last part of the page.
Mars rolled her eyes and started to sing.
To my loved one,
I want to share all my pain,
Everything inside my heart,
Looking for an answer.
Will someone that I dreamed of appeared and stood by me?
A slight wrinkle covers my heart.
Love is just love,
My life and death just for you..
(PS: this is originally translated from my Indonesian song, so yeah, pardon the un-poetic-ness)
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"Mars?"
Mars opened her eyes.
"Do you want to say something?" Zoe asked. Mars scratched her head in embarassment when she found that Zoe already finished her speech. She didn't mean to be disrespectful, but she was so immersed in her thoughs. Mars looked at Zoe, her face wet with tears.
Mars stood up and grabbed Charlie's guitar.
"I, um.." Mars paused. She didn't really know what to say. "To be honest, I didn't really know what to say, but Charlie had been a very good friend. I've always enjoyed his music, his smile.." Mars paused again. "His kindness." Mars glanced at Zoe, tears started to stream down her face.
"I believe that he will stay in our hearts," Mars said "And I believe that he would be looking down fron the stars." Mars strummed a chord on the guitar.
"Charlie and I made this song together a long time ago, not long after we have crashed." Mars said. "I'm not a good singer or guitarist, but I hope all of you enjoy this simple song."
Mars looked up to the sky. "Rest in peace, pal."
Mars strummed the guitar strings, and started to sing.
For you, my love,
I want to make a sound.
Linking together all my questions,
All the images on my mind.
Someone. Is that someone you, my love?
To my loved one,
I want to share all my pain,
Everything inside my heart,
Looking for an answer.
Will someone that I dreamed of appeared and stood by me?
A slight wrinkle covers my heart.
Love is just love,
My life and death just for you,
Will you answer
All my questions?
And if that someone comes
I swear that I will love.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 21, 2009 7:13:40 GMT -4
Day 95
Claire finished her speech, so Zoe composed herself quickly before taking Claire's place as she went to stand in the crowd.
"Charlie was truely a remarkable man. We became very close friends during out time on the island together, and really, it was no secret that I wished for more then that. We shared so many things together, stories of our lives. I know he has a brother, Liam, a neice called Megan. I know he was a hero before he tried to save us. He helped a woman who was being attacked down a back alley in London.
Charlie was a selfless man. He always put people before himself. That is why he truely believed that him going down to the Looking Glass station and flicking the switch, and sacrificing his life would get us all rescued. We all owe him our lives.
Charlie really was the most caring and loving man I ever met. He looked after me at my times of most need, and even stood by me stronger when he found out I was pregnant. He didn't know at the time, but with his baby. He would never hesitate to protect me, and for that, I am eternally greatful.
If there is any silver lining in what happened, it is that a part of him will be with us, once his child is born. I just hope I turn out to be a good enough mother to look after him." The crowd remained silent, and she felt her tears welling. She struggled to think of something else to say, but she never really was good at uligies. She noticed in the crowd Mars, her eyes were closed, she was clearly remembering something significant, and desperate to get down from centre of attention, she called to her.
"Mars? Do you want to say something?" Zoe offered. Mars agreed and stood up, borrowing Charlie's guitar.
"I, um.." Mars paused. "To be honest, I didn't really know what to say, but Charlie had been a very good friend. I've always enjoyed his music, his smile.." Mars paused again. "His kindness." Tears began to stream down Zoe's face as she pictures Charlie's smile, it was one of her favourite things about him, that cute cheeky and mischievous grin of his was one of the first things she had fallen in love with.
"I believe that he will stay in our hearts," Mars said "And I believe that he would be looking down fron the stars." Mars strummed a chord on the guitar.
"Charlie and I made this song together a long time ago, not long after we have crashed." Mars said. "I'm not a good singer or guitarist, but I hope all of you enjoy this simple song."
Mars looked up to the sky. "Rest in peace, pal."
Mars strummed the guitar strings, and started to sing. Zoe closed her eyes this time as she listened to the song, a montage of memories with Charlie began to flash in her mind, when they first met, their first chat together, first kiss, when Jack saved him from being hung, when Charlie asved her from Carrie, their rumble in the jungle, swimming in the ocean and at the waterfall, listening to Charlie play guitar, grabbing his hand to let him feel the baby in her tummy, these flashes continued and finished on the moment she told him the baby was his, and his smile at the news before his lungs filled with water, sucking the life out of him forever.
She felt someone clasp her hand and queeze tightly for support. She turned to see it was Sawyer, who smiled at her empathetically, his eyes comforting. She smiled weakly back and she was no longer able to stop herself from sobbing, Sawyer pulled her close to hug her supportingly.
Day 96
After the memorial, people started to slink back to the barracks, but Zoe chose to stay. She sat down on the sand, which was still warm on her skin from the days hot rays. She stared out at the black ocean. She sensed someone sit beside her to talk to her.
"Hey Doctor Dolittle." A familiar, thick southern accent spoke. It was Sawyer again. Zoe tilted her head to face him.
"Hey." She smiled. "Thank you...for earlier."
"Don't sweat it." He replied. "Don't worry, I'm not here to make you talk, it's just not safe to be out here on your own. Wouldn't want Charlie to waste what he had done if you got hurt now, would we?" Zoe didn't respond, but Saywer could tell that she agreed.
"I'll sit here with you for as long as you need." He told her, and they said nothing more, just sitting, staring across the ocean as the sun rised for another day.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 21, 2009 13:35:10 GMT -4
Eight years ago
Carrie sat at the bar of the empty pub, sipping at her pint of Guinness. It was a Monday night, hardly the time to be drinking. She grew steadily more annoyed by the TV nearby, playing some stupid Spice Girls song. She looked up at the bartender, who was standing at the other end of the bar, wiping glasses. He was trying not to be aware of her presence. “Can you turn that damn thing off?” Carrie asked.
The bartender went over to the TV and turned it off, finally silencing Geri Halliwell’s attempts to sing. After a few minutes of silence, the door was opened and another customer came in and sat at the bar, with only one stool between them and Carrie. “Tequila and tonic, please,” the customer, a woman, spoke with an American accent. As the bartender served her drink, the woman looked over at Carrie. “What’cha here for?” She asked.
Carrie looked over at the woman, rather irritated to have to converse, but her lack of enthusiasm was lessened slightly when she realised how gorgeous the woman was in the bar light. “What do you mean?”
“Judging by your choice of drink and appearance, I’d say you’re eighteen, nineteen, a student or just starting work,” the woman spoke as if she knew Carrie, just by one look. “So what’s a girl like you doing in a bar at this time?”
“What does anyone do at a bar?” Carrie replied. “I’m drinking. And judging by your voice and outfit, I’d say you’re an American police officer. So what are you doing in a bar in Oxford?”
“My captain shipped me out here,” the woman said, taking a sip of her drink. “Decided I need a break from American streets.”
“So he sent you to Oxford?” Carrie scoffed. “That captain of yours doesn’t exactly sound like the smartest person in the world.”
“She’s also my mom.”
“Well, no offence,” Carrie said, “but she still sounds like a complete toilet.”
The woman laughed, then looked at Carrie in an odd way, almost as if she was impressed and approved her as someone worthy of talking to her. “Ana-Lucia,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand.
“Carrie.” She took Ana-Lucia’s offered hand.
“So was I right?” Ana-Lucia asked. “About your age.”
“Yeah, you were right,” Carrie replied, “I’m nineteen. Drinking age is eighteen here, so don’t try anything.” Ana-Lucia smiled. Carrie looked her up and down. “I’d guess you’re about twenty.”
“Twenty-one,” Ana-Lucia corrected her, as they both took sips from their drinks. “But thanks for the compliment.”
The bartender chose that moment to come over and flirt with Ana-Lucia – Carrie had noticed he’d been eyeing her up. “Hey, Gorgeous,” he smirked. He obviously thought he had a chance with her. Carrie, who had barely known Ana-Lucia five minutes, could already tell he had no chance whatsoever. “You fancy seeing what really goes on behind the bar?"
Carrie and Ana-Lucia looked at each other incredulously, sharing a common thought. Some sort of connection between them, a connection one rarely found, told them both they were thinking the same thought.
Ana-Lucia looked at him and told him to go somewhere rude. Carrie bit her lip to stop herself from snickering as the bartender blushed at his failed attempt, and went off into the back room. After he disappeared, Carrie and Ana-Lucia looked at each other, before bursting into laughter.
"Good comeback,” Carrie laughed. “I might use that one.”
The two women stayed sitting at the bar for a few more hours, chatting and very gently flirting, until the bartender, obviously still embarrassed, emerged from the back room. “Closing time, Ladies,” he said. Carrie realised she’d only drunk half her pint, because of her conversing with Ana-Lucia. She picked up the glass and quickly downed the whole half pint in one. Ana-Lucia looked at her, impressed.
They made their way outside, the cool night air hitting their faces. Carrie felt quite dizzy after consuming her drink so quickly, and it evidently showed on her face, because Ana-Lucia said, “I can’t let you drive. That last drink’s gone straight to your head, I can tell.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Carrie agreed. “I’ll call a taxi.” She produced her phone and attempted to ring the taxi service, but they were closed for the night. Cursing them, she dialled her home number and then Kelso’s mobile, but neither were answered. She swore as she hung up.
“No one home?” Ana-Lucia suggested. Carrie shook her head. “Hey, why don’t you come stay with me for the night? Think of it as a thank you for rejecting that sleazy bartender so easily.”
“You were the one that made him go, not me,” Carrie reminded her.
“Do you want a place to sleep or not?”
Carrie smiled. “I’d love one.”
The next morning, Carrie woke up, her head aching slightly from the alcohol the night before. She rubbed her head, wondering where she was. Then the night before came rushing back to her – the drinks, the bartender, Ana-Lucia, going back to Ana-Lucia’s ... having sex with Ana-Lucia. She smiled as she remembered the sex. That was the best part.
Carrie rolled over and saw Ana-Lucia was already up. She got out of the bed just as Ana-Lucia came in, a towel wrapped around her body, and another wrapped around her head. “Use my shower if you want,” Ana-Lucia said. “Just hit the on/off button to switch it on, and twiddle the dial to change the temperature. Towels are in the cupboard above the toilet.”
“Thanks.” Carrie made her way into the bathroom, located the towels where Ana-Lucia had said they would be, and switched the shower on the way Ana-Lucia had instructed. As she washed herself, the guilt set in. But strangely enough, she didn’t regret it.
Day 96
Carrie sat at Kelso’s grave, looking at the spot where his body was buried. "And that's the truth," she said.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 21, 2009 23:26:39 GMT -4
Day 96
Jo held her breath anxiously as Regina followed Frank's strict instructions on which bearing to follow when entering the perimeter of the island. Nothing happened that resembled Desmond's disturbance, and Jo exhaled noisily in relief. The rest of the ride on the little zodiac boat was completely silent. Regina was hardly the conversationalist, but Jo was content to get lost in her own thoughts, which naturally drifted back towards Desmond. No, not Desmond. She forced herself to push him out of her mind. Jack was the one she was going home to; he was the one she was meant to be with.
They finally reached the beach, and Jo hopped out of the boat. "Are you going back?" she asked Regina. Her escort nodded solemnly.
"Good luck to you," Regina replied, then turned the boat around and whirled away.
Jo glanced around the beach, trying hard to recognize it but she felt strangely disoriented. She walked along the water for a couple hours until she gave up, tired and thirsty and completely confused. She finally realized she was nowhere near the survivors beach camp. She felt like Alice when she stepped through the Looking Glass and every path she took twisted and turned and returned her to the very spot where she began. Jo suspected that the bearing had been off by just a tiny bit, enough to confuse her.
"The damned Looking Glass," she said aloud. The very spot where Charlie had sacrificed himself. And for what? The fate of the island, and everybody on it, was now in danger. Jo crossed herself as she watched the rising sun and thought about Charlie. His death was the beginning of the end. Her sense of foreboding suddenly became so intense it was as if she had been smacked on the head with Mr. Eko's scripture stick. Keamy has something to do with it, she realized. HE is bringing death to this island. She had to warn the survivors, they had to do something before Keamy arrived.
The early morning heat was going to her head, and she had stupidly drunk all her water while still in the zodiac with Regina. Still, she plodded on and when she rounded the next corner she could have sworn she was hallucinating. She thought she saw Sawyer and Zoe sitting together in the sand, gazing pensively over the ocean where the sun had just risen. Then Sawyer stood up to investigate the new arrival and she discovered that he was no hallucination when he spoke to her.
"Son of a bitch." he sputtered.
"Keamy..." Jo mumbled, then passed out from heat exhaustion onto the soft sand.
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 22, 2009 5:30:13 GMT -4
Day 96
Zoe turned when Sawyer suddenly got up, and sputtered.
"Son of a bitch." She heard him say. She looked in the direction he was looking at and her draw drop at the realisation it was Jo!She scrambled up immediately annd caught Sawyer up as they went to meet her. She looked really weak, and clearly dehydrated.
"Keamy..." Jo managed to mumble, before she passed out from heat exaustion into the sand.
"Sawyer!" Zoe exclaimed, and he scooped Jo into his arms and carried her back to the barracks, Zoe never leaving his side.
"Bring her to my house." Zoe instructed, and Sawyer followed her into her bedroom and laid Jo down on the bed.
"Please, stay by her. I'm just going to get her a drink and a cold flannel." Zoe explained. Sawyer pulled up a chair beside Jo obediently and Zoe quickly ran to the kitchen to fetch a glass of waterand then a flannel from the bathroom and soaked it under the cold tap before rushing back into her bedroom where Sawyer was watching over Jo for her.
"Has she woken yet?" Zoe asked, but Sawyer shook his head. Zoe sat on the bed next to her and felt her forehead.
"She is really hot." She observed.
"I know... another smokin' conquest against Jack I could make." Sawyer grinned. Zoe scowled at him.
"Really! This is not the time, nor place!" Zoe snapped.
"Sorry." Sawyer responded. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry." Zoe placed the cold flannel on Jo's forehead to help her cool down. Zoe wanted to let her rest, but she looked like she could really do with some water, so she began to gently wake her, but to no prevail, so they let her rest.
About an hour later, no-one having left the room, Jo woke slowly, she winced, seemingly like she had a headache. Zoe handed her a glass of water before she could say anything, and Jo took is greatfully, draining the whole glass in one quick swoop.
"So, what happened?" Zoe asked. "Tell me everything."
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Post by WinZFactor on Aug 22, 2009 6:35:07 GMT -4
Mars sat down beside John's grave, her legs crossed in front of her. Mars heard footsteps and looked over her shoulder. She saw Charles Widmore - the leader of the Others - walking towards her, carrying a gourd of water.
Widmore sat next to Mars.
"It's alright, Mars. You've tried." he said calmly. "It's not your fault."
"But it is my fault, Charles!" Mars sobbed. "My power just dissappeared - I should've went to the sonar fence earlier, and power up --"
"Mars," Widmore interrupted. "You've been a great member of our community. You've helped a lot of people." Widmore said. "Sometimes failures happen. Nothing is perfect, Mars. At least you've tried your best, and I believe John would be pleased."
Mars stood to her feet, followed by Widmore.
"Thanks, Charles." Mars said weakly. "I'm going to Richard's tent." Mars started to walk away.
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"Oh, hi Mars!" Richard said as Mars entered his tent. Richard placed his journal on a nearby table. "How do you feel?" he walked towards Mars and gave her a friendly hug.
"Guilty." Mars said.
Richard pulled away and looked at Mars. "Don't think about it. At least you've tried."
Mars stayed silent, looking at the ground below.
"Look at me." Richard said.
Mars looked up, but before she could even focus Richard leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Mars wasn’t prepared for the hesitant touch of Richard's lips on hers, and her only response was to freeze up in shock. As much as the contact sent shivers down her spine, the kiss ended up being one-sided.
Mars pulled out awkwardly. There was this twisting feeling inside her, and it wasn’t because of the guilt, panic and sadness she had before. It was because of the fact that Richard is her sister's lover. Mars' breathing shallowed.
"Mars?" Richard asked. "Are you okay?"
Mars rested her hands on Richard's shoulders, and leaned forward, not minding the hammering heartbeats in her chest. Richard's lips were slack from the surprise, but he recovered quickly enough to shift in a way that they were positioned together comfortably.
'This should be alright' Mars thought 'Yes, he is Carrie's lover.. but not for another 25 years or so.'
Mars slid her arms around Richard's waist to get a good grip, and pressed her lips harder against his. Mars pulled away and started to unbotton Richard's shirt.
"What --" Richard asked, out of breath.
"Sshhhh." Mars said as she unbuckled Richard's belt. Before she could even slide the belt off Richard's waist, Richard lifted her up and placed her on top of his bed. He unbottoned Mars' torn shirt, leaned her against him and pulled it off.
Richard looked at Mars and asked. "Yes?"
Mars smiled and nodded. "Yes, Richard."
Richard kissed Mars deeply and pressed his body against hers.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 22, 2009 7:17:59 GMT -4
Three years ago
Carrie followed Ben through the jungle. Ben had taken her to find the Staff, and now they were coming back. Carrie stopped at the edge of a clearing, where she saw something in the grass. "What's that?" She frowned.
Ben turned around as Carrie went over to the object and realised it was a doll. He rushed over. "Carolyna, don't-" he began, but she picked it up and all of a sudden they were suspended in the air together, caught in a net. The net was small, so they were pressed extremely close to each other. Carrie looked at Ben, raising her eyebrows as if hoping for an explanation. "Rousseau," he explained. "She set up these traps. You have to be careful."
"Thanks for telling me earlier," Carrie replied. "How do we get out of here?"
"I don't know," Ben said, "I only got caught once and Richard was there to cut me free. But as we're both caught ..."
"We're boned." Carrie finished his sentence for him. "I have a knife," she said. "Attached to my hip. But I can't reach." She struggled to move her arms, which were pressed against Ben's sides by the net. Carrie had a feeling that when she told Richard about it, he'd find it hysterical. "You'll have to get it." She finally gave up on trying to move her arms. Ben carefully moved his left arm, involuntarily moving his hand down Carrie's back. "Okay, I really don't like how close we are," she said. "It's creepy and awkward."
"Let's just focus on getting out of here," Ben said. He managed to grip Carrie's knife, then slowly and carefully he moved his arm to the top of the net, being careful not to cut either of them, and after a few minutes of struggling, he managed to cut the net down. They fell to the ground, Carrie standing up as soon as they hit the ground.
"That never happened," she said, taking her knife back.
Ben nodded in agreement, before continuing to move through the jungle.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 23, 2009 10:55:02 GMT -4
Day 96
Jo sat up feeling refreshed. Her initial disorientation upon returning to the island had disappeared, to her enormous relief. She had feared that her milder side-effects of returning to the island would escalate into Desmond's horrifying experience, and if that happened she was doomed. She knew in her heart that Jack was her constant, but he was on the far side of the island and completely unreachable. Surely she would have met the same fate as poor George Minkowski.
"Zoe! I'm so happy to see that you're safe! But the radio tower, I blew it...Ben showed up and everything became so chaotic..."
"It's okay, Jo," Zoe reassured her solemnly. "I failed too."
"I'm so sorry about Charlie." Tears sprang to Jo's eyes, and Zoe knew she was sincere.
"I'm trying to be at peace with it now. We had a memorial ceremony, and that helped to give us closure."
They were silent for a moment, each remembering Charlie in their own way, until Zoe gently broke the silence. "Maybe you could tell me what happened on the freighter that had you so worried this morning?"
Jo breathed deeply to steady her thoughts. "It's weird, Zoe...I can't tell you anything specific, but I just have this really ominous feeling about the people on that freighter that I can't shake."
"Who are they?" Zoe prodded, handing Jo another glass of water. Jo took it eagerly.
Jo shook her head. "I don't know exactly. They look like a team of Navy Seals, let by a man named Martin Keamy." She shivered as she spoke his name aloud. "He's very creepy."
"What do they want?" Zoe asked, starting to get nervous.
"I don't know that either..." Zoe rolled her eyes at Jo's persistent vagueness.
"I know, I know, it's just a feeling that I'm going on, but please believe me - everybody on this island is in danger. Frank is returning to the island tomorrow, and the only reason I can think of is to bring Keamy and his team here. They're going to find us, and it's going to be a disaster. Zoe...we've got to warn everybody. I've got to get to Jack!"
Zoe nodded her agreement. "Miles mentioned this Keamy guy, and said he's extremely dangerous as well. Locke has called a meeting of the Barracks group for today, I think you should be there. You can tell everyone what you know, and we can take it from there, all right?"
"Perfect," Jo agreed. "Oh, and Zoe, happy Christmas!" she grinned widely.
Zoe smiled in return. "You're a day late, but thanks!"
Jo looked puzzled. "No, I saw the calendar. I'm certain I left the freighter on Christmas day."
Zoe pointed to a calendar on the bedroom wall. "It's the 26th. But we can celebrate Boxing Day if you want!"
The color drained from Jo's face. "If I somehow lost a day, then that means...Oh God. Frank is bringing Keamy to the island TODAY!"
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 23, 2009 14:54:39 GMT -4
Three years ago
Carrie jumped when she felt Richard's arms around her waist. "Hey, Beautiful," he whispered in her ear, "did you miss me?"
"Like hell," Carrie grinned, turning in his arms and kissing him. "I didn't hear you come in."
Richard smiled, but didn't say anything, just kept kissing her. He tightened his grip around her and lifted her up. Carrie wrapped her legs around his waist, and Richard carried her to the sofa, where he sat down, Carrie on his lap. She released the kiss and cuddled him, smiling.
"So what did you get up to while I was gone?" Richard asked.
"Not much," Carrie said absent-mindedly, too happy to have Richard back to really think about her few days without him. "Got caught in a net with Benjamin."
"What?" Richard laughed.
"One of Rousseau's traps," Carrie said. She went on to explain what had happened.
"Well, now we know not to pick up dolls in the jungle, don't we," Richard teased.
"I'd do it again if I was with you," Carrie smiled devillishly, kissing him passionately. "Maybe let Rousseau find us."
"I don't think Ben would be pleased with that," Richard said inbetween kisses. "But I guess that's the point, isn't it?"
"Not everything is about annoying Benjamin, Richard," Carrie mocked being offended. "Sometimes I just want to make love to you in unusual places. Ooh, what about Benjamin's desk?" She suggested jokingly.
Richard laughed. "Don't you think he'd notice?"
"Nah, he's as blind as a bat," Carrie replied, "he wouldn't notice if we disappeared altogether."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door and Ben's voice came from the other side, saying, "Richard, it's Ben. I need to talk to you now. It's urgent."
"Speak of the devil." Richard stood up. "Duty calls."
Carrie moaned jokingly. "Can't you call in sick?"
Richard smiled and opened the door. After a hurried and hushed conversation with Ben, he rushed to get something from their store cupbard.
"What's going on?" Carrie sat up. She didn't see Ben look at her and raise his eyebrows. With her tousselled hair and shirt, he'd easily got the wrong idea.
"You just can't keep your hands off him, can you, Carolyna?" Ben said. Carrie looked at him, frowning. "Richard's been back what, fifteen minutes? And already you're doing ... this." He brandished at her messy hair and clothes, as if it were a sufficient explanation.
"He's been back fifteen minutes, and already you're asking him to do something urgently," Carrie shot back.
"Not now, Carrie," Richard said, coming back with a rifle. He quickly kissed her on the cheek, before leaving with Ben.
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Post by tigerlily on Aug 23, 2009 15:39:29 GMT -4
Day 96
Zoe and Jo hurried to Locke's house for the meeting. Claire, Sawyer, Hurley, Alex, Mars and the others rushed towards Jo with open arms. Jo was touched by their welcome; it reminded her of the day she returned to the beach camp after her lengthy absence with the Others in this very place. Jo was especially pleased to see Mars - they hadn't had a chance to catch up since Mars unexpectedly arrived on the scene at the radio tower.
"Thanks, guys!" she beamed. "Has anybody heard from Jack?" Her face fell as she realized they were all avoiding meeting her eyes.
"Nah," was all Hurley could manage. He looked down at his feet and shuffled nervously, embarrassed that he had abandoned Jack and the other survivors. Ben walked in the door shortly afterwards, and was visibly stunned to see Jo standing there with Zoe.
"Hello Ben," she greeted him.
"Jo, I didn't think..."
"No, I didn't expect to see you again either," she interrupted him. "But here I am."
"Here you are," he repeated. "And I'm glad for it." He flashed a charming smile.
Ben's words stirred mixed emotions in Jo. Above all she was grateful to see that he was okay after his beating from Jack, and that he was apparently treated rather well by Locke's camp. 'He's still my brother,' she reminded herself, 'despite the horrible things he has done.'
Just then the door opened a second time and Miles appeared, his hands tied with rope, pushed from behind by Locke.
If Locke was surprised to see Jo, he didn't show it. He simply nodded in acknowledgment of her presence, and got straight to the point.
"Thank you all for your patience. I know it's taken me a few days to... figure out our next move, but I didn't want to do anything until I knew more about our situation. You deserve to know everything that I do, so... no more secrets. As you all know, Miles here and three of his people came to the Island about a week ago. So I brought him up from the boathouse to share with us exactly why they're here."
Miles obediently took his cue, and motioned towards Ben. "We're here for him."
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Post by fearandloathin on Aug 23, 2009 18:02:10 GMT -4
Day 96
Zoe listened paiently as Locke, Ben and Miles discussed everything they knew about the Freighter and the danger imposed on the island, as well as begining to formulate a plan for when Keamy's men arrived. Jo informed them all of what she had learnt on the Freighter, and Miles didn't deny when Ben pointed out when these men arrived, they would kill them all. Zoe couldn't stop herself placing a protective hand over her bump.
Sawyer was the first to suggest that they hand Ben over, but Jo quickly snapped at him, giving a flat no. Zoe quietly agreed, dispite all he had put her through, if they did hand Ben over, they would all be killed, and more deaths were really out of the question. There had been enough blood shed on this island.
They discussed plans all the way through the night, and being worried about Keamy and his men arriving any minute, Zoe quickly pointed out that Jo had somehow taken a day to arrive here, maybe it would be the same case for Keamy, and if so, this bought them time.
The planning for what to do made Zoe quickly drowsy, and being pregnant didn't help to keep her awake, so she retired early, letting Jo know she was welcome to share her house. Zoe fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she dreamt almost instantly.
Zoe was in the jungle. She saw before her Danielle, Alex and Karl. Danielle was reading a map, and they were all walking carefully through the jungle. Zoe tried to go over to them, but she couldn't move. It was as if she wasn't actually there, like she was a spirit watching over them, or she was watching TV without seeing the frame around the TV, but she was somehow following them, however, not by use of her legs and feet. She tried calling out to them but no sounds escaped her lips, so she just watched.
The trio came to a sudden halt. There were still surrounded by jungle, but they had come to stop in a small clearing with plenty of lush green grass.
"We stop here and drink. Two minutes, then we keep moving." Danielle instructed them, and they all sat down to drink, Danielle took out the map Ben had given her and began to study it. Karl looked shifty, as though something was wrong, which Alex picked up on instantly.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"Nothing." Karl replied unconvincingly.
"Karl." Alex responded knowingly.
"I don't know. I just have a bad feeling about this. What if your dad is... playing us?" Karl suggested.
"Look, I don't like taking orders from my dad any more than you do. But I know he doesn't want me to get hurt." Alex pointed out.
"Well, at least we've got something in common." Karl grinned, and the pair of them began chuckling.
"I promise not to tell if you won't." Alex smiled, and laughed again. Karl smiled at her back. There was a sudden pop-swoosh sound that interrupted their moment, rapidly followed by another, and the pair of them noticed Karl's canteen leaking. Karl met Alex's eyes as they both realised in that moment what was going on. A moment too late to act upon as a third bullet exploded into Karl's chest , followed by his soft cry before dying almost instantly. Alex screamed out in protest.
"Karl!" She wailed, trying to pick up his body and wake him, but there was no response. Her eyes began to well.
"Alex!" Danielle cried out in panic and was beside her daughter in an instant. Alex was still pulling at Karl, she knew it was over, that he was dead, but she wasn't ready to admit it, she wasn't ready to accept it.
"Karl! Karl, Karl! No!" Alex begged and wept desperately.
"Come on." Danielle told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her away, but Alex protested.
"No! No, no, We have to get Karl. Karl!"
"He's gone." Danielle told her flatly, she watched her sympathetically, wishing she could take her pain away. She tugged Alex to the cover of some trees.
"I need you to take my hand. On the count of three, we're going to run." Danielle told her softly. Alex was too busy sobbing to reply.
"Can you do that with me? I love you. I love you very much, Alexandra." Danielle told her, brushing the hair out of Alex's face, and continued to whisper. "Are you ready?" Alex nodded.
Danielle began to count up from 1 to 3, her whispers becoming louder each time. Just as Danielle jumped up after three, a gunshot sounded and a bullet whizzed into her chest, just below her right breast. Danielle grunted and fell forward with a thud. Alex returned to behind the palm tree cover, sitting, gasping. In the tall grass in front of her, rustling: someone's running there. She's surrounded. Alex gets up to stand in the open with her hands up.
"Wait! Wait! Don't! I'm Ben's daughter! I'm his daughter!" She shouted.
Day 97
Zoe awoke from her dream in a cold sweat, panting in shock. The dream had felt so real. Panicing, she jumped out of bed and ran out the door into the open of the barracks. She noticed people around and ran round them.
"Have you seen the french woman? Danielle, Karl and Alex??" She asked them desperately. Everyone shook their heads. Finally. she stumbled upon Ben walking to his old house with John and Sawyer
"Ben!" She called to him as she jogged over. He responded and turned to her as he heard her call.
"Where's Alex?" She demmanded.
"She's back at my house." He lied smoothly, and he, John and Sawyer continued into John's house, or rather, Ben's old house. Zoe began to run to Ben's new home, which housed Jack during his stay at the barracks, but she was stopped as she heard something whistle through the air, and something squelch into her shoulder. She had been shot! She fell to the ground, crying out in agony. Other people who were outside also began to fall to the ground, but they hard recieved fatal shots.
To her left, the house opposite her own suddenly exploded. She cried out in protest. Claire was in that house! She noticed a pair of feet running towards Claire's hose before it exploded. It was Sawyer, and he dived down at the impact of the explosion. Zoe cried out again in more pain, she had felt the bullet tear through her body, and her shirt was increasing turning from green to a dark crimson, the pain becoming too unbareable to stand as she passed out from pain whilst watching Sawyer dig Claire out of the rubble that was left from her home, not noticing Jo running out of their house to help.
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Post by lostali75 on Aug 24, 2009 13:01:04 GMT -4
René heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find Alex sobbing.
"Alex? What happened?" She asked.
"Dad found out I was seeing Karl. He forbade me from having anything to do with him." René handed Alex a tissue and invited her to sit down. "I don't understand, why is he doing this to me? Seriously, what are my options here. And I've practically known him my whole life."
René sat across from Alex and put her hand on her knee for support. René smiled and tried to ease Alex and have her see the bigger picture. "He's trying to protect you Alex. All he's ever tried to do was protect."
"From what?" She blurted back.
René sighed and hung her head to properly find the right words. "To be frank Alex, yourself." René said looking her straight in the eye. "Teenage hormones. You know what can happen. I know you're young, I know you're smart, but, mistakes can be made. The biggest mistakes are usually the most unintentional."
"But he FORBADE me René. I'm not one of his drones!" René took a deep breath, she knew she wasn't going to make Alex understand. There was only going to be one thing that would help ease her mind, if even in the slightest of circumstance.
"Would you like me to speak to him Alex?" Alex nodded her head. "I'll see what I can do. But please remember, he loves you Alex." Alex rolled her eyes.
René knocked on Ben's door. He opened it and had a slightly annoyed look on his face. "Let me guess." Ben said dryly. René walked through the door and waited for Ben to follow her. "She come running straight to you then?"
"Yes Ben, she did. And why would you forbade her? You DO NOT forbade teenagers. Moth, flame. You are one of the smartest men I have ever met, but wow." René stood confidently with her arms crossed staring at him. Ben had definitely been taken aback by her attitude about the situation.
"You have no idea what it's been like with her lately. YOU don't know," René cut him off.
"I don't know what Ben? What's it's like to have a child, to want to protect them from everything. You're right, I don't. But I am the professional. It's what I DO. Why I was brought here."
Ben snapped back this time. René had never seen him lose his temper before. "It doesn't matter what degree hangs on your wall here René, I am NOT the one that brought you here!"
"Finally, he admits it. It's about time I heard it from the horse. I've known this whole time, I heard you and Richard," René's temper began flaring.
"Richard and I what René? You think I don't know? You heard exactly what I wanted you to hear,"
René was fuming at him now. "You have no right Shannon!" The realization sank in like a lead weight drowning in the ocean. The tension in the air created a pause of enormous proportion. René felt like she couldn't breathe, her hands shook. Ben looked away from her at the floor and then began walking to the kitchen. René grabbed his arm as he walked by and they just stood, silent, afraid to look at one another.
"I'll get some water." Ben finally said. "We can sit and talk."
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Aug 26, 2009 4:31:58 GMT -4
Day 98 (early morning)
Richard rubbed his eyes as he emerged from the tent. He looked around, it was still early. Most people were still in their tents, some outside. The sun was still rising, giving a beautiful orange glow at the skyline.
When he'd woken up, Carrie hadn't been there, which concerned Richard because she usually slept in. He looked around, and spotted her at the treeline, bent over slightly with her back to the camp. Richard jogged over and as he neared her she stood up fully and turned around, wiping her mouth. Glancing at the floor, he realized she'd been vomiting.
"You okay?" He asked, putting his arm around her to comfort her.
"Yeah," Carrie replied, wiping the last of the vomit off her mouth. "Morning sickness, is all."
Richard smiled, and kissed Carrie affectionately on her forehead. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. In turn, he held her tight with his arms around her waist. Richard was starting to appreciate Carrie more now, that he knew she would either leave or die. He'd told her she couldn't come back, but the truth was she could. Jacob would let her, Richard knew that. No, the reason he'd lied was because he didn't want her back. Of course, selfishly he wanted her back, he wanted her back desperately - he didn't want her to go at all. But to protect her and the baby, he wanted her to stay off the Island. A war was approaching, Richard knew it, and he didn't want Carrie in the middle of it, nor did he want her to abandon their child just to be with him.
3 years later
Carrie stood in the barn, a camera and tripod set up in front of her. She was ready to leave for LAX, but she had one last thing to do before she went. She hit record and began to speak.
"Lynette," she began. After all her time on the Island, all her time in Tennessee, she still had a crisp English accent, with some words ever so slightly sounding American. "If you're watching this, it means you've decided me and your dad hate you. Either that, or this is Dad and I left an hour ago. In which case, turn the damn thing off Dad, I've recorded another one for you to watch now. Lynette, I know how much you must think I hate you. But I promise you, I don't. I love you so much. And so does your dad. You and him will never get to meet, but that's something out of human control. But you and me, we mean the world to him. I wish I could know what you look like now, but I know you're beautiful. And I'm not saying that because I'm your mum and I have to, but because from the day you were born I could tell you looked like your dad, and he is gorgeous. Not in the way your gran might look at your grandad and say, 'ooh isn't he gorgeous?' While you're thinking, 'what the hell? He's old, he stinks, he's got a beer belly and he farts alot!' No, your dad is properly gorgeous ... he's strong and he has the most lush lashes - anyway, I won't spend five minutes describing him, but you look alot like him. Especially your eyelashes. I'm sure boys - or even girls - have told you your eyes are beautiful. I wish I could stay here with you, but I can't. Where I'm going, where your dad is, is a special place. It's different from everywhere else, and everyone there is different from everyone else. There's a war approaching. A war you, and the whole world will be completely oblivious to, but it'll be the most important war in history. If the wrong side wins, it's the end for all of us. I have to go and fight, I have to help your dad. Richard said he doesn't know what my destiny is for that place, but I know now. I have to support him, I have to be by his side when he fights his most dangerous battles. If we get through it, I promise I will get you. So if you're watching this, and haven't seen me since I left, something's gone wrong. And I'm sorry, Lynette. I'm sorry I didn't see you grow up. On behalf of your dad, I'm sorry he didn't see you at all. But this special place ... if I'd stayed, I'd also have died. Pregnant women don't survive there. Your dad sent me away, to protect me, to protect both of us. Because he loves us. And I love him, and I love you, and I want you to love us too. I'm recording this incase you ever need reminding of how much you are loved. I love you, Richard loves you, Destiny loves you, and your grandparents love you. And yes, Lorlai is your nan. Maybe not biologically, but I know for a fact she'll bring you up as her own granddaughter. I want you to know how much you're loved because I didn't. My mum - your biological nan - she hated me. And your grandad, he left. I only had one person who truly cared for me, my childhood sweetheart Kelso. And I was so hard on him after I met your dad. If someone loves you, love them back. Don't make the same mistakes I did. I love you, Lynette Alpert. Remember that."
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