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Post by fearandloathin on Feb 12, 2010 23:23:36 GMT -4
Alternate Timeline
Zoe sat uncomfortably in her seat on flight 815, window seat, and stared out over the ocean, fluffy clouds blocking most of the view. She was feeling sicker and sicker hour by hour. She had already thrown up three times in the bathroom.
Then she felt it again. Something riding up her throat, a familiar, gooey and burning feeling. She unbuckled her seat belt and ran toward the front of the plane to the nearest toilet, but it was occupied.
"Hey!" She banged on the door loudly and impatiently. " Hurry up! I really need to go!" There was no response. She spotted a woman dressed in a stewardess uniform and ran up to her.
"Hi, sorry, can you help? I'm going to be sick, and I really need the bathroom, but it's locked, and there's no response from whoever is in there!" The woman with a name tag 'Cindy' tried to calm her down and followed her to the bathroom and knocked promptly on the door.
"Sir? Madame? Is everything ok in there?" Cindy inquired. Again after a long pause, there was still no answer.
"Pardon me... but I really can't wait any longer." Zoe choked. Cindy placed a hand on her shoulder to reassure her.
"I have a bag you can use. Hold on one minute." She rushed off and returned rapidly with a sick bag. "Here you go." Zoe didn't have time to get back to her seat, she was holding off being sick as long as possible as it was. She slid against the wall to the floor, opened the bag and started to puke into the bag. Meanwhile, another passenger, male, waited by the door for the bathroom, giving funny looks toward Zoe, which she ignored. He waited and waited, but there was still no response. Cindy was getting edgy about the affair now, and she wondered off. Zoe heard her request two doctors, a man and a woman. Zoe recognised the man, he was sat a few rows ahead of Zoe.
Zoe watched casually as these two doctors fiddled with undoing the lock. The woman was successful, and opened the bathroom door. There was a guy sat on the toilet, appearing unconscious. The doctor checked his pulse.
"He's not breathing." He said quickly, and pulled the unconscious lad away from the bathroom and onto the floor. Zoe was unable to keep up much with what was being said, too busy with her head in a brown bag. But she watched on as the doctor prized open the unconscious guy's mouth and extracted something that looked like brown sugar in a tight clear bag. Obviously, it wasn't sugar. It was drugs. Zoe widened her eyes in shock, surprised someone would managed to smuggle such a thing on a plane considering how tight security was at airports these days.
Zoe watched empathetically as the once unconscious man, who identified himself as Charlie now, was put under civil arrest and taken back to his seat. She felt a strange, and unexplainable sadness as he spoke bitterly to the doctor, who identified himself as Jack now "Why didn't you just let me die?". Zoe got up and went into the bathroom, flushing her brown bag down the toilet and freshening herself up before returning to her seat, noticing Charlie sat by himself, looking grumpy and depressed. Again, there was a strange feeling of concern and care she felt toward him that she couldn't explain. She didn't know this guy, but she did recognise him from somewhere.
Her tummy suddenly felt warm, and odd sensation. She placed her hand on her tummy, that was slightly starting to bulge.
"Shhhh baby, not long to go til we get home now. Daddy is waiting, and very excited to meet you." She cooed softly to her stomach, feeling slightly stupid, as she felt like she was talking to herself. The baby was barely a foetus, let alone baby looking at the moment. Of course it didn't understand her, in there. Zoe glanced back at Charlie, all alone. She sighed, questioning her actions as she unbuckled her belt again and went over to sit next to him.
"Hi. I'm Zoe." She spoke softly and politely, offering her hand to shake. Charlie gave her a puzzled and bewildered look.
"Charlie. Charlie Pace." He responded, and responded with shaking her hand.
"I'm sorry, Charlie." Zoe began.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Charlie asked, pulling a proper confused face.
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Post by tigerlily on Feb 13, 2010 12:18:54 GMT -4
Linear/Original Timeline
Jo sat in the darkening room, alone, thinking and regretting and, most of all, hurting. She couldn't explain the mixed emotions churning inside her, and she felt like she was going crazy.
Jack eventually found her and sat down on the bench beside her. She was grateful that the dark hid her tears and her puffy red eyes.
"They told me there is some sort of 'darkness' growing in Sayid, and it's going to 'claim' him once it reaches his heart," Jack spoke softly. Jo realized he had come to her for advice, just like in the old days at St. Sebastian hospital. She had missed that. She had missed him.
"They gave me a pill, and they want me to convince Sayid to take it," he continued.
Jo shrugged. "If it's going to help him, what's the problem?"
"It's not going to help him. It's going to kill him."
"Oh my God!" Jo whispered. "You can't give it to him! How do you even know they're telling the truth?"
"They said it happened to Claire."
Jo reached for Jack's hand and laced her fingers through his. "And you believe them?"
"I don't know what to believe anymore," Jack hung his head. They sat together in the dark in total silence, both of them desperate to find a solution.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Feb 17, 2010 11:53:53 GMT -4
Carrie opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around, confused. She was still in the basement - there was rock music blasting from the house. She figured she must have fallen asleep.
Carrie picked up her rifle and slowly went up the stairs as the music was turned off. She stood at the door and listened as she heard Sawyer moving around - but it wasn't just Sawyer. Someone else was there too. She heard one of them sit on the sofa.
"Here's to being dead," Sawyer's voice drifted through the basement door, making panic rise in Carrie's stomach. He must be talking about someone else... anyone else.
"You're taking this extremely well."
Carrie's eyes widened and fear rose up inside her as her fears were confirmed - the fake Locke's voice came after Sawyer's. She listened as they spoke, neither aware that Carrie was listening at the door. She was surprised as Sawyer quickly surmised that the fake Locke wasn't Locke.
"What if I told you," the fake Locke said, "that I was the person who could answer the most important question the world."
Sawyer laughed. "And what question is that?" He asked after he'd stopped laughing.
"Why are you on this Island?" The fake Locke told him simply. Carrie's attention was caught. She listened as Sawyer listed how he was on the Island - not why.
"That's not why you're here," the fake Locke said. Carrie heard him moving. "And if you come with me... I can prove it."
No, Carrie thought, don't James, don't.
"Well," Sawyer said. "I guess I better put some pants on."
Carrie heard Sawyer move out the room. She leant against the banister of the stairs, trying to think of what to do next, when the door slowly opened. She looked to the doorway, knowing who she'd see. And sure enough, there stood the fake Locke.
"Hi," she said casually.
"Hi yourself," the fake Locke replied. He glanced at the rifle in her hand. "Going somewhere?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," Carrie said, stepping out of the basement. "I was looking for you." She threw the rifle down on the sofa. "But I know this is useless."
"That's not true," the fake Locke said. Carrie looked at him quizzically. "You weren't looking for me. Why would you be in your basement if you were looking for me, why would you even come to the barracks if you were looking for me?" He shut the basement door calmly.
"Then what was I looking for?" Carrie asked him.
"Answers," the fake Locke shrugged. "Like why I took Richard. Where he is."
Carrie put her hands on her hips abrasively. "Wanna answer those questions?"
"I took him..." Locke began, sitting down. He thought for a moment. "I took him, Carrie, for the same reason I'm here. For the same reason I came for both you and James."
Carrie leant against the arm of the sofa. "And what reason is that?"
"I need you to come with me," the fake Locke replied.
"Well, Richard evidently didn't come with you, did he?"
"No," the fake Locke sighed. "No, he didn't. He's too stubborn. He's sure that all I want is to kill people, and that all he needs to do is stay loyal to Jacob and everything will work out." He leant forwards. "I know your immediate reaction is to do the same as him, Carrie, but let me tell you this.... you're much better off coming with me than following him."
Carrie cocked her head to the side slightly. "Come with you where?" She asked suspisciously.
"Home," the fake Locke shrugged. "Off the Island. Back to civilization. I mean after all..." he looked Carrie straight in the eye, "don't you want to see your daughter again?"
Carrie stood up straight at this point. The fake Locke smiled proudly. "Do not bring Lynette into this," she growled. "I made my decision. I'm staying here, I'm sticking with Richard. Lynette is fine at home, she has her grandparents."
"Correction," the fake Locke interrupted. "She has her grandfather. Her grandmother's dead." He looked straight at Carrie again. There was something eerie in his eyes. "You murdered her, Carrie," he said. "Remember?"
"I didn't murder her," she retorted, softly, but with a hint of anger in her tone. "I was protecting my daughter. How could I let her grow up knowing that... monster was loose, that she could easily find her and use her as her new plaything, her new object to vent her self-hate at? I had to get rid of her. It was the only way to keep Lynette safe."
The fake Locke raised his eyebrows. "Well, if you say so," he shrugged.
Carrie looked at the fake Locke suspisciously. He knew an awful lot about her. Something told her he'd found out the previous night. "What did you see?"
The fake Locke looked up at her, pretending not to know what she was talking about. "I'm sorry?"
"You know what I'm talking about," Carrie said. "Back in the foot. I could feel you rooting around in my mind. Now, tell me." She sat down opposite the fake Locke. "Tell me what you saw."
"Okay," the fake Locke nodded. "I saw you. Everything about you. Everything you are and ever will be, everyone you know and will know. I saw your birth, your life, your death. And it was all so... insignificant. But at the same time... it was totally, and undeniably, important. And that's the key thing here, Carrie, because even though you're just like everybody else... you're not. You're special. You're different in a way that I can't quite put my finger on. And that, Carolyna Copeland, is why I didn't kill you." There was a pause as Carrie and the fake Locke studied each other. "But maybe," he continued, "just maybe.... that ambiguous speciality about you is that you're supposed to help me get home."
This time, it was Carrie who looked the fake Locke in the eyes. "No," she said.
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
Carrie stood up. "I'm going to find Richard," she said. "And then we're gonna stop you. Because whatever you're doing... it's wrong. And I've told you already - I'm not having any part of this."
She began to walk out of the house, but she stopped as she heard a gun cocking behind her. She turned around and saw the fake Locke standing there, a gun pointed at her. "If you walk out of here, Carrie," he said, "if you try to run... I'm going to shoot you in the leg."
"Then I'll hop," she spat.
"Then I'll shoot both your legs and drag you with me," he replied calmly. "Either you walk out of here with me.... or you're dragged out with a bullet in each leg."
"Well then," Carrie sighed. "I'd like to keep some dignity."
"Good," the fake Locke smiled, putting his gun down, just as Sawyer walked him.
"Hell are you doing still here?" He asked Carrie in surprise.
"Carrie's coming with us," the fake Locke smiled, looking from Carrie to Sawyer.
Carrie looked from Locke to Sawyer, and Sawyer looked from Locke to Carrie. "Well, how 'bout that," Sawyer said.
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Carrie's back began to ache as she, Sawyer and the fake Locke kept walking. She had a constant feeling of guilt - she didn't want to know what Richard would do if he found out the fake Locke had managed to recruit her - whether forced or not. She kept her eyes and ears out for any sign of Richard, but she didn't get her hopes up - the fake Locke was probably taking a route where he knew Carrie definitely wouldn't be able to find Richard. She picked up her pace and became level with the fake Locke, a thought suddenly occuring in her mind.
"How does it happen?" She asked.
He looked at her. "Excuse me?"
"Earlier, you told me you saw my death," Carrie said. "I wanna know it."
The fake Locke looked at Carrie, a look of wonderment in his eyes. "No," he said. "You don't." He went to carry on walking, but Carrie stopped him.
"I gave up my own daughter to be here," she said angrily, "to be there for Richard and for the Island, in times of desperate war. So I think I have a right to know how it all ends."
The fake Locke looked at her interestedly. "Who told you anything about a war?"
"Who do you think?"
The fake Locke considered Carrie. "Three shots," he told her. "In the back."
Carrie stood on the spot, watching as he continued walking. Her feet regained the ability to walk, and she went after him. "Who fires them?" She demanded. There was a pause. "Who??" The fake Locke stopped again and looked at her, considering whether or not to tell her.
"I'm sorry, Carrie," he said. "I really am."
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A little while later, Carrie, Sawyer and the fake Locke were still walking through the jungle, Carrie caught up in her thoughts of what the fake Locke had told her.
"What were you doing alone in that house, James?" The fake Locke asked, breaking the silence.
"Drinkin'," Sawyer replied miserably.
"Where are the rest of your friends?"
"Some temple somewhere," Sawyer replied nonchalantly.
"Why aren't you with them?"
"You know what?" Sawyer protested, making the fake Locke turn and look at him. "How about we just don't talk?"
"You got it," the fake Locke nodded. There was a sound in the bushes. Carrie and Sawyer looked around the fake Locke. They were both shocked to see a blonde boy standing in the grass in front of them. The fake Locke noticed what they were doing, and turned around to look at the boy too.
"Who the hell's that?" Sawyer asked.
The fake Locke looked around at Sawyer. "You can see him?"
"The kid? Hell yeah, I can see him."
The fake Locke looked at Carrie. "Can you see him?"
"Dirty clothes, blonde hair?"
The fake Locke looked around again as the boy began running off. "HEY!" He shouted, and began running after the boy.
Carrie and Sawyer exchanged confused glances as the fake Locke set off suddenly.
"What the hell's he doing?" Sawyer asked.
"Beats me," Carrie shrugged. "After eight years, I've gotten used to people appearing out of nowhere."
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Carrie and Sawyer waited in a clearing, Sawyer pacing back and forth, while Carrie stood against a tree, looking at the floor. "LOCKE!" Sawyer yelled. "LOCKE!"
"He's back at the beach," Carrie told him.
Sawyer frowned at Carrie. "What?"
"Locke." Carrie looked up. "He's lying on the beach, probably full of maggots by now. So he's not gonna hear you."
Sawyer sighed. "Yeah, I don't need a lecture about political correctness right now, Tinkerbell." He began shouting for the fake Locke again, "look, whoever you are, you got about 20 seconds and then I'm outta here!"
Sawyer looked around as someone moved in the bushes behind Carrie. She stood up straight and looked around as Richard emerged from the bushes. She was half joyous to see he was alive and to have found him again, and half worried as he was dirty, rugged and looked utterly terrified.
"Where is he?" Richard asked in half a whisper.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sawyer asked.
"Where is he?" Richard repeated his question.
"Locke?" Sawyer assumed. "He ran off into the jungle after some kid."
"We need to go now," Richard said urgently, looking between Sawyer and Carrie.
"Go where?"
"To the Temple. Let's go, let's go," he urged. He grabbed Carrie's hand and tried to urge Sawyer to come too.
"You know what? I've been to the Temple," Sawyer replied. "I think I'm sticking with Locke."
Richard released Carrie's hand and took a few steps towards Sawyer. "That man is not John Locke," he said urgently.
"I know," Sawyer replied darkly.
"Then why are you with him?"
"'Cause he's got answers, says he knows why I'm on this Island, 'less you wanna tell me why I'm here, Richard!"
"Don't be naïve, he's not gonna tell you anything," Richard told him quickly. "He's gonna kill you."
"If he wanted to kill me, he coulda done it a dozen times already."
"You don't understand what you're dealing with," Richard said, "he doesn't just want you dead, he wants everyone dead. Everyone you care about, all of them. And he won't stop-" Richard cut off mid-sentence as there was a rustling in the bushes. He looked in the direction of the noise, frightened. Carrie saw the fake Locke's outline through the leaves.
"It's him," she said.
Terrified, Richard grabbed Carrie's hand again and they ran out of the clearing.
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"God, you look a mess," Carrie whispered with concern, examining Richard's wounds as they hid behind a bush and waited for Sawyer and the fake Locke to go. "What happened? Did he beat you up more?"
Richard was about to answer, but both of them were distracted when they heard the fake Locke mention Carrie by name. They watched and listened through the bushes.
"Where's Carrie?" The fake Locke asked Sawyer.
"Ran off," he shrugged. "Seen as you weren't around to shoot her in the legs like you promised... she took the chance and made a break for it."
Richard glanced at Carrie, concerned.
"And you didn't stop her?" The fake Locke asked as if it were obvious.
"No!" Sawyer replied incredulously. "Why would I? I never promised to keep her here, you did. And look what happened! That mischevious Tinkerbell escaped again, Peter Pan."
There was a pause. "We don't have time to look for her now," the fake Locke said. "By the time I've shown you what I have to show you, she'll probably have found Richard and be far away from here."
"Why do you need her so much, Locke?" Sawyer asked challengingly. "I mean, why her, why are you so desperate to keep her with you?"
The fake Locke looked at Sawyer. Carrie's heart rate increased, her nerves shaking. In her fright and anxiety for what the fake Locke was going to say next, she slipped and almost fell right into the bush, but Richard caught her. There was a pause. The two of them watched through the bushes with fright as the fake Locke looked at the bush, and took a few steps towards it.
"'Sup, Locke?" Sawyer asked. "Seeing that kid in the bushes now?"
"No," the fake Locke replied surrouptitiously. "No, I'm not." He looked at Sawyer.
"Well, let's get on with it, shall we?" Sawyer suggested.
"Yes, James," the fake Locke agreed, turning around. "Let's get on with it."
Sawyer glanced in the direction of Carrie and Richard. He mouthed something that looked like, "you owe me one," before following the fake Locke.
As they left in the opposite direction, Carrie and Richard stood up.
"Scale of one to ten," Carrie said casually, "how deep in s**t are we?"
Richard glanced in the direction Sawyer and the fake Locke had left. "Ten," he said, rather darkly. "Maybe even eleven."
Carrie noticed there was still blood dripping down Richard's face. "Oh God," she murmured. She examined his wounds again. "You're still bleeding. Here." She took out a packet of tissues from her pocket, took out one of the tissues and began wiping as much blood as she could off of Richard's face. "There, I think I got the most of it," she said, throwing the used tissues on the ground.
"Thanks," Richard said, smiling for the first time since she'd seen him that day. "Now come on, let's get to the Temple, before he gets to us."
Carrie nodded. She kissed him briefly on the lips, before he took her hand in his and they began on their way through the jungle, towards the Temple.
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Post by tigerlily on Feb 20, 2010 13:04:53 GMT -4
Linear Timeline - The Temple
Miles popped into the small, dark room where Jo and Jack sat together,
"We have a new arrival. It's someone you used to know. I think you might want to hear what she has to say," he announced.
Jack sighed heavily. "I can't deal with that right now." Sayid's fate weighed heavily on his mind.
"That's fine," Miles replied, "because she's asking for Jo."
Jo looked up in surprise. She was caught completely off guard. There was a time when she and Sawyer had been considered the "leaders" of the Oceanic survivors, but that felt like so long ago now. She wasn't used to being the one to take charge anymore. Her thoughts drifted wistfully to her quiet library in the Dharma Barracks and her simple, happy life in the little yellow house with Chase. 'In another life,' she reminded herself. 'That life is gone.'
She turned to Jack and whispered into his ear. She gave him her advice regarding Sayid, told him the only solution that made any sense to her.
Her arms crossed, she took both of his hands in hers and squeezed them tightly, showing her solidarity with his moral dilemma. "I am with you, Jack," she said out loud. He scanned her eyes, released his hands from hers and instinctively reached for the back of her head, pulling her close to him. Her lips met his for the first time since that stolen kiss in the Dharma Barracks, when Jack had first returned to her. They were frozen in time for a moment, both reluctant to let go. Finally, Jo pulled away. "I'll come back," she promised, before following Miles out the door.
Miles led her to the courtyard, then wandered off to find Hurley. Jo noticed Chase brooding in a corner and made a mental note to talk to him next, hoping he had cooled off a little, yet not really knowing what to say to him. She didn't have time to think about it - a familiar figure stepped out from behind a pillar and greeted her solemnly.
"Hey Jo," Mars said.
Jo's jaw dropped. "Mars? How...Where did you come from? Where have you been all this time?"
Mars sighed wearily. "Sit down," she suggested. "It's a long story."
They sat down together on a pile of crumbling bricks, and Jo began to scold Mars. "We searched everywhere for you, every grid on the island that wasn't Hostile Territory! For three years, Mars! Three years!
"You were looking in the wrong places," Mars replied cheekily. "I was in Hostile Territory. I became one of them."
"I don't understand...how did you..."
"Let me speak," Mars interrupted. Jo immediately clammed up. "I've been living with the Others since I left you, when the flashes stopped. They welcomed me, took care of me. I was exactly where I belonged. Then you and Jack and Kate, and Daniel showed up in our camp, and...I knew everything was going to change."
"You were there?" Jo asked, aghast. "You saw Dan?"
Mars nodded sadly. "I watched him die. And I overheard everything you and Jack said, about your plans for the bomb and changing the future. When you left for the Barracks I went to the Swan site and waited. I watched everything, from a distance. I saw Juliet fall - " Jo felt tears spring to her eyes at the mention of Juliet - "and I woke up in the present, just like you did. I walked to the Temple from there."
"Why?" Jo blurted out. "Why did you stay hidden? Why follow us at all if you found a home with the Others."
"It's complicated," Mars confessed. "I knew I couldn't stay with the Others forever. There are..." - she paused, searching for the right words - "consequences for my actions, and I need to face them. It's time."
"Why here? Why the Temple?"
"I knew, from the moment Dan appeared in our camp, that a chain of events was beginning to unravel. I knew the person I would eventually have to face would be on her way here. But there is another reason. I have another life to think about now, and knew she would be safest here." She rubbed her stomach tenderly.
"You're pregnant!" Jo grinned, delighted. Mars nodded. "But why would you leave your baby's father behind?"
Mars pursed her lips grimly. "That's complicated as well, and to be honest Jo...I'm not ready to talk about him."
Jo nodded. "I understand. Mars, I am so happy to see that you're all right, and that you've been taken care of these past three years. I've been really worried."
"I know," Mars replied. "But I just didn't belong with the Dharma folks. I couldn't have stayed with you. We're all together now, anyway. So tell me what's happened here."
Jo sighed. "That's a long story as well."
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Post by shimaa on Feb 21, 2010 13:34:48 GMT -4
Thanks Groomsmen 4 this a detailed account of the events this is hard-working we strongly appreciate this series is wonderful and the crew more than felicitous especially Ben Linus he is the best
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Post by fearandloathin on Feb 23, 2010 8:18:17 GMT -4
Alternate Timeline"Sorry for what's happened to you." Zoe replied, smiling weakly. "I was like you once. An addict. This was a fair while ago now, but, with help, I got better." Zoe opened her satchel and withdrew a piece of paper and a pen, and started to write down a name and number. "Call my lawyer when you get the chance, he's really good. He'll help you." Zoe said, folding the piece of paper and handing it to Charlie. "Why are you helping me?" Charlie asked. "I'm just a stranger to you." "I don't know." Zoe admitted. "I just got this feeling that I had too." She got up and moved back to her seat for the rest of the flight. Linear Timeline Zoe was on the beach, at her camp where Charlie used to sleep. She couldn't be sure if she was right, considering all of the camp hadn't been built yet, but she was close enough. She had Charlie Jr, cradled in her arms, making soft happy sounds, staring into his mother's face. Two days post Aljirah crash a lot had happened. Someone had just shot young Ben, Jack had refused to help, fellow friends of Aljirah were still missing. She and Kate had just got back to the Barracks, and informed Jo on everything that had happened concerning Ben's disappearance. That was when things kicked off. Zoe had then left the group temporarily to pick up baby Charlie when a number of disastrous events occurred. It became apparent there were traitors in the Dharma group, the traitors being Zoe and Kate. Zoe's first instinct was to run. She had Charlie to care for, and she wasn't letting any harm come to him. So she did. She managed to slip away un-noticed into the jungle, heading for the direction of where flight 815 was to crash in the years ahead.
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Zoe was walking along the beach, in the direction to the black cable, Charlie held in one arm, sleeping over her shoulder when suddenly she felt a tremble in the ground. There was a deafening thunderous noise, and suddenly, everything went white. Zoe decided with the change of things that had happened since the island decided to move forward in time again, to find her friends again, Sawyer, Juliet, Jo... She made herself a waddle for Charlie to rest, and had put Charlie in Aaron's old cot. Five minutes later, they were on their way. Zoe had been walking with Charlie for about an hour when she heard two voices in the distance. She knew to be cautious to not call out, so she sped up her pace, to find the the voices were coming in her direction, and then she knew who were coming. She stood and waited with baited breath, the familiar Southern accent soothing Charlie. Zoe smiled when she saw Sawyer emerge, but her eyes widened in shock as she saw John Locke standing beside him. ------------------------------------- Alternate Timeline The plane landed and Zoe headed to collect her bags before going through to the airport, and as she was heading for the front door to get a cab, but before she could do any of that, there was a man awaiting for her, holding a bunch of her favourite flowers for her, and a big grin on his face. Zoe smiled with excitement and ran over to him, and he met her halfway and embraced each other in a loving hug. "You didn't tell me you were coming to pick me up!" Zoe breathed just before she kissed him. "I wanted to surprise you!" Jake kissed back. "And to tell you I love you." "I love you too." Zoe replied, kissing him again. Jake took over the baggage trolley and they walked side by side to the car lot. ----------------------------------- Linear Timeline"I thought you were supposed to be dead." Zoe frowned, with her arms crossed as Locke and Sawyer approached closer. "I'm not John Locke." Fake Locke admitted honestly. Zoe glanced from him to Sawyer, confused, and felt the urge to have a tighter grip of Charlie. "What's going on Sawyer?" "Apparently I am going to get the answers to why we are here." Sawyer replied, not really worrying now about it. "Are you ok? I haven't seen you in days. Is Charlie all right?" "Yeah, we're fine." Zoe replied. "So.... answers to why we are here?" "Why Jacob brought you here." John confirmed. "Jacob." Zoe sighed, fed up of that name and never seeing a face to it. "You're welcome to join us." John replied. "Where's everyone else?" Zoe asked Sawyer, not sure what to make of this fake Locke. "They're safe. They're at the temple." Sawyer explained. Zoe then turned to fake Locke. "And if you aren't John Locke, who the hell are you?" Zoe asked. "We really should be pressing on." John ignored the question and started the trek through the jungle. "I'm not going to find the answer to that one any time soon, am I?" Zoe asked Sawyer. He shook his head. "Well, in that case, I'm sticking with you." Zoe replied and kept up level with Sawyer as they walked through the jungle. ------------------------------------ Alternative TimelineJake was loading the boot with Zoe's luggage as she got in the passengers seat. He soon hopped into the driving seat and they were off, leaving the car park. "Jake." Zoe started. "Yeah?" Jake responded. "Before we go, can we go to the police station?" Zoe asked. "Why? What's wrong?" Jake asked, looking concerned . "Nothing, there's just a friend I need to help out." Zoe replied. Jake pulled up to the side of the road. "Tell me everything." He asked, turning the ignition off. ------------------------------------------- Linear TimelineAhead, Zoe could see nothing but sky, they were nearing a cliff. She glanced nervously at Sawyer. "Things look like they are about to get dangerous." She commented. They reached the cliff edge and saw there was a series of rope ladders leading down to a secluded cave. "I'm not going down there!" Sawyer exclaimed as he and fake Locke began to discuss getting down to the cave. Zoe rolled her eyes, and began the descend before either could stop them, she had faith it would be ok. As Zoe grateful landed on safe ground again, the foundations of the cave, she peered inside, listening as Locke and Sawyer followed. Before her, she saw a table littered with various antique style items. Then she heard it. A snap, and a yell. She clutched a tight hold of Charlie as she ran to the mouth of the cave to see Sawyer hanging on for life on the ladder. Locke yelled for him to swing over to him so he could grab his hand. Zoe watched in horror as she feared that the worse to happen. "Sawyer!" She couldn't help herself cry out in angst. Sawyer swayed closer to John, and grabbed his hand, and she watched in relief as they joined her in the cave. "So, how do we get back up?" She asked fake Locke. "Don't worry about that now. Time for your answers." Locke responded and led them deeper into the cave. Banter arised again between Sawyer and Locke again, arguing over the items Zoe had browsed on the table just moments before. "Follow me." Locke called over to Zoe as she had fazed out of their mini spat. Locke and Sawyer were disappearing deeper into the cave, and she followed the torch light after them. She caught them up, and Locke and Sawyer were staring at the ceiling. Zoe looked up too, to see a series of names written on the wall, a lot of them crossed out. A lot of the names were familiar to her. Locke went over to a name, John Locke's name, and crossed it out. Zoe stopped and stared as something caught her attention. Her name written on the ceiling, next to the number 108. "What's this all about? Why is my name on that wall?!" Sawyer demanded, voicing exactly what she was thinking.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Feb 23, 2010 9:19:24 GMT -4
5 years ago
Carrie felt the wind hit her fiercely in the face as she found herself on a clifftop. She’d been exploring around this part of the Island, to which she had never been before. She considered turning back, but her curiosity was caught when she spotted the top of a wooden ladder poking over the top.
Too curious to walk away, Carrie carefully began climbing down the ladder. She eventually reached the bottom, after climbing down several other ladders along the way, some of which were rope ladders, and a fair few times Carrie had slipped and feared she would fall.
A cave mouth stood nearby. Her curiosity rising, Carrie crept in. A black rock and a white rock sat on a set of scales, both equally balanced. A light from deeper in the cave flickered, catching her eye. She followed the light, and gasped as she looked around the walls of the cave – there were hundreds of names etched in, some crossed out, some not. Carrie picked up a flame torch, which had been emitting the light and was standing at the side.
She read some of the names – Rutherford, Littleton, Taylor, Goodspeed – none of which she recognized…. except one. Shock, confusion and wonderment washed over her as she stared at the name and number.
305 – Copeland
A million and one questions arose in her mind. Why was her name on that wall? Who had written it there? What did the 108 mean? It was too much, too confusing. Carrie knew she had walked into something she wasn’t supposed to see, not yet. She put the flame torch back up against the wall and ran out of the cave as if it were on fire, swearing to herself never to speak of what she’d seen.
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Post by WinZFactor on Mar 1, 2010 19:45:09 GMT -4
Alternate timeline
Mars sat down on the couch in the staff room of the hospital she's working in, taking a few sip of her dark chocolate drink. It's been a long day with the Emergency Response Team (ERT), with 5 casualties from a car accident needed hasty and precise management. She cursed herself for being the only paramedic available for today - she should have asked for a sick leave and just stay at home, watching her favorite TV show.
Mars turned her head towards the doorway of the staff room and saw a tired-looking Alexander, carrying a box full of medical equipments. Mars beamed.
"Hey Lexo." she said. "You're back on duty!"
"Mars." Alex replied, his hazel eyes blazing with excitement. "Wow you finished early."
"Yeah. Do you feel better, by the way?" Mars asked.
"Much better." Alex put the box near the couch Mars sat on, and sat next to her. "Now that you're here." he gave her a gentle kiss on her lips.
Mars returned the kiss and slid her arms around his waist. "Next time," she said in between kisses, "Take a look at the expiry date on the things you're about to eat."
Alex pulled away and laughed. "I will. You worry too much. It was just food poisoning."
Mars gave him an exasperated look. "You have no idea how much I wanted to jump into my phone, appear in front of you and choke you when you said that you got food poisoning."
Alex's hazel eyes widened. "Why?"
"Because I was worried, you fool!"
Alex smiled, shook his head and rested his head on Mars's shoulder. "How was your flight back here?"
Mars exhaled. "Weird. There was this guy who I heard collapsed in the airplane's bathroom and had a massive bundle of heroin stuck in his throat."
"Really? Is he OK?"
"I reckon so. A doc came to his rescue." Mars shrugged. "It's just good to be back here again."
Alex looked up at her and smiled. "I couldn't agree more."
Mars gently kissed his forehead and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Alex asked.
"Home." Mars explained whilst carelessly stuffing all her paperwork inside her black messenger bag. "End of shift just now. It's 4 pm. I should be on duty tomorrow - but I have to double-check my timetable again."
Alex sighed. "Do you really have to go?"
"I have to make dinner." Mars stroked his dark brown hair. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
Mars pressed her lips against his. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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Mars was walking down the hospital corridor when she saw a wounded person (who appears to be a criminal) being escorted to the emergency ward along with 2 police officers and some medics. Despite his wounds, the criminal kept on trying go free himself from the the handcuff and the grasps of the officers.
Mars, recognizing one of the officers, picked up her pace and walked towards her.
"Hey hey Carrie!" she said, waving at her.
"Mars!" Carrie exclaimed. "Hang on - let me take care of him first. Wait outside."
Mars gave Carrie a thumbs up and watched as Carrie forcefully dragged the oversized, tattooed man inside the emergency ward, blood pouring from the sides of his face and legs, and his brightly-dyed mohawk hair soaking wet with blood. Mars couldn't help but flinch a little when the emergency ward's door was slammed and grunts could be heard from inside that room.
A few minutes later, the room went silent and Carrie walked out of the door.
"Pretty tough guy." she said, shaking her head whilst dusting off her blue LAPD uniform. "Had to put him to sleep."
"I think you need another risk-free job." Mars said.
"Well, I'm actually not meant to be here today. I'm replacing Ana Lucia." Carrie put her arms on her waist. "I don't know why she couldn't make it today. So how's life?"
"Pretty good, actually." Mars said. "Just a lot of work."
"Yeah, likewise." Carrie glanced at the room behind her. "So are you heading back home now?"
"True. It's my turn to make dinner for my flatmates." Mars rolled her eyes. "Besides, I need some rest."
"Alright then." Carrie smiled.
"You should pay me a visit sometimes!"
"I might actually. I'll let you know, as always."
Mars smiled. "I better get going now. I'll see you when I see you."
"See you later." Carrie waved as Mars walked down the corridor and to the front entrance of St. Sebastian Hospital.
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Post by fearandloathin on Mar 3, 2010 11:53:20 GMT -4
Alternative Timeline"A friend of mine. He's in trouble. I want to help him." Zoe responded, sighing as she started the sentence, as it would just lead to more questions. "What kind of trouble?" Jake asked, leaning back in his seat, guessing this might take a while. Zoe smiled warmly and placed her hand on his. "Can you please trust me enough to not give me the Spanish inquisition? He's just a friend, and he needs my help." Zoe replied firmly. Jake and Zoe stared at each other for a moment, and then Jake put his key in the ignition, and they drove off. -------------------------------------------- Jake pulled up outside the police station and parked. "Do you want me to come in with you, or stay here?" He asked. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Zoe promised, unbuckling her belt and leaned over to kiss him before she opened the car door and walked through the front doors of the police station. A grumpy looking man was at reception. "Hello." Zoe greeted neutrally. "I've come to pay bail for my brother, Charlie Pace." The grumpy looking man glared at her and sighed as he sat up, chewing gum annoying with his mouth open, flashing his horrid yellow teeth as he started punching things in his computer. "He's only just been booked. How d'ya already know he's here little lady?" He responded lazily. "We were on the plane together, flying back from L.A when he was arrested for possession of drugs. How else would I know?" Zoe responded impatiently. After inheriting another glare from the reception guy and a few more punches into the computer he turned back to her. "Bail is gunna cost you $10,000." He drawled. "$10,000 dollars?!" Zoe exclaimed. "Well, it's a serious offence." He replied. "Ugh. Fine. Can I split it over two credit cards?" Zoe sighed. "Sure." the grumpy receptionist replied. Zoe fumbled with her purse and handed over two credit cards which she knew would just about cover it. The reception guy processed the transaction and told her to sit and wait. Fifteen minutes later, the man she recognised from the plane walked through the door. "You?" He breathed in disbelief.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Mar 4, 2010 7:59:54 GMT -4
Alternate timeline
Carrie opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the salt while ceiling. It took a moment or two for her mind to set straight. She looked to her left, and smiled as she saw the sleeping figure of Ana-Lucia.
It had happened again. As it had every night since they had landed back in LA. They'd met Ana's mum Theresa at the airport, then returned to their apartment. That night, that was when the dreams had started. They were different each night, yet Carrie knew they were all connected. They all seemed to take place in a jungle, on a beach or in a little yellow house. And he was always there. The mysterious man with dark eyes. Carrie had never seen him before in her life, she didn't even know his name. But yet... she did. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Carrie knew who that man was, she just didn't realize it. What was so strange about these dreams was the fact that they didn't feel like dreams. She always seemed to know what was going to happen next... almost like it was a memory. And in these dreams, or memories, whatever they were, the man with the dark eyes was always there. She seemed to be close to him, almost as if she felt something for him, something strong, something similar to what she felt for Ana-Lucia. But they're dreams, Carrie convinced herself as she got up, they're only dreams.
She didn't believe it.
But she would keep telling herself until she did.
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Post by tigerlily on Mar 5, 2010 1:04:17 GMT -4
Alternate Timeline
Jo rolled over in the bed and reached for Jack, but his side of the bed was vacant. She sat up and rubbed her eyes until the alarm clock came into focus. Jack sat on the far edge of the bed, tying his shoes.
“You let me oversleep!” she scolded him playfully.
“You’ve been working hard, you deserve it,” he smiled. He leaned over the bed and kissed her lightly on the lips. She pulled him closer until they were tangled in the sheets once again. Finally, he pulled away. “I can’t stay any longer, I told my Mom I would help her find Dad’s will. I’ll see you tomorrow night, right?”
Jo nodded. “I’ll cook this time,” she declared. “David likes lasagna, right?”
Jack nodded. “I think so,” he responded hesitantly. He leaned over and kissed Jo a second time. “I’ve got to run. Stay as long as you want. I love you,” he said as he rose from the bed.
“Love you too,” Jo murmured. She watched him leave the bedroom, then sank back into the sheets to luxuriate in another snooze.
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It was a rainy Saturday, and since it was Jack’s night with his son David, Jo decided to finally catch up on her hospital paperwork.
She tripped on her way to her desk and her purse fell to the ground, spilling its contents everywhere. “Dammit,” Jo muttered under her breath as she collected her belongings. A figure bent down beside her to help, and she found herself face to face with Dr. Robert Chase, another fellow in St. Sebastian's Diagnostics department with an impossibly adorable Aussie accent.
“Impeccable timing,” she remarked.
“Happy to help,” he replied, flashing her a broad smile. He picked up a business card from the floor and glanced at it curiously. “Boone Carlyle, Chief Operating Officer. So, you and Jack are finally getting married?”
“Huh?” Jo asked, utterly confused. She stood up and plucked the business card from Chase’s hand.
Chase smiled mischievously. “It looks like a wedding business. Congratulations, your secret is out!” He grinned widely.
“No, we’re not…it’s not…what you think.” She was completely flustered. “It’s a friend’s business card. Jack and I haven't reached that point quite yet,” she admitted, although she and Jack had already talked about it, and marriage was the next logical step.
“It’s the largest wedding business in the United States, actually,” a voice boasted from the doorway. Jo and Chase turned to face the voice, and Jo recognized Boone from the airport. Jo blushed hotly. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered.
“Boone Carlyle, nice to meet you,” he said as he stepped into Jo’s office and offered his hand to Chase.
Chase shook it firmly. “Robert Chase,” he responded. He turned to Jo. “I’ll be in the lab if you want to…uh…discuss the test results later on.” He nodded politely towards Boone as he stepped out of Jo’s office and disappeared down the hospital corridor.
Jo sank down into her desk chair and motioned for Boone to sit in her visitor’s chair.
“How did you know find me here?” Jo asked, clearly bewildered.
“Dr. Joanna Woodhouse, prominent member of the nation’s second-best medical diagnostics team, topped only by Princeton-Plainsboro’s Dr. Gregory House, who incidentally trained both you and Dr. Chase, I believe,” he offered with a charming, confident smile. “Google is a wonderful thing.”
Jo was unnerved. “Wow, I…don’t know what to say…” she stammered.
Boone leaned over her desk. “Say you’ll have coffee with me,” he replied smoothly.
Jo sat straighter in her chair, desperate to avoid his mesmerizing eyes. “Boone, look…I’m in a serious relationship…”
“Relax,” he replied cheekily. “It’s only coffee.”
Original Timeline
Jack approached Jo where she sat crosslegged, meditating by the lily pond, composing an apology to Chase in her head. He sat down beside her and spoke softly so nobody would overhear.
“Hurley and I are leaving the Temple. He doesn’t want anybody else to come, but…I promised myself I would never leave you behind again. Come with us.” It was more of a plea than an invitation.
“Why would you leave the Temple?” Jo asked, incredulous. “This seems to be safer than whatever the hell they think is out there…” she gestured towards the Temple’s outer wall.
“There’s something we need to do,” he said, simply but firmly. “That’s all I know.”
“How do you expect to get out? Have you really thought this through?”
Jack nodded. “Hurley knows a way out. I’ll tell you more once we’ve gone, but we have to leave now.”
“I don’t know…this is just weird.” she bit her lip, overwhelmed with uncertainty. She didn’t know why, but this just felt all wrong.
“Weirder than living 30 years in the past? Come with me, Jo,” he urged. Something in Jack’s eyes conveyed the urgency of his mission, whatever it might be. She gave in way too easily; Jack still had that effect on her.
She sighed heavily. “Let me grab my pack.”
”No,” Jack replied sternly. “We just have to disappear. Nobody can know we're leaving.”
Jo glanced across the courtyard and spotted Chase glowering in the corner, watching her with his arms folded defensively. When his eyes met hers he turned away and walked back into the Temple. She sighed heavily.
“Let me at least say goodbye to Chase. We had a fight, and…I can’t just leave him, Jack.”
“Hurley was adamant…”
“Jack, if you want me to go with you, I need to do this,” she responded defiantly. “That’s the condition.”
Jack conceded. “All right. We’ll be waiting for you by that pillar in the corner. Don’t take too long.”
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Jo found Chase sitting by the spring where Sayid had been resurrected. He was clearly still sulking over their fight.
“I’m leaving the Temple for a little while...” she whispered after making sure nobody was nearby. She paused, cringing in anticipation of his reaction. “...with Jack and Hurley. I think you should come with us.”
Chase glared at her fiercely. “You’re unbelievable.” He moved to stand up but Jo grabbed his arm to stop him.
“I’m serious,” she pleaded. “I don’t want to leave without you. Whatever happened, Chase…I’m sorry. Honestly. I am so embarrassed that I caused a scene with Kate. I don’t even know how I ended up hurting you. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.”
“Go if you want, but I’m staying here. Sayid might need…”
“I need you, Chase!” Jo interrupted. “Come with me, please.”
Chase removed her hand from his arm and stood up warily. “I’m done fighting for you, Jo. It was always supposed to be you and Jack. You deserve each other; you’re both bent on destruction.” He walked away without a backward glance.
Tears stung Jo’s eyes. She watched him walk away, then returned to the courtyard where Hurley and Jack waited for her.
“Dude, this isn’t cool,” Hurley declared. “Jacob said…”
“She’s coming with us,” Jack declared. “Show us the way out.”
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Hurley, Jo and Jack trudged wearily through the jungle, following the instructions scribbled on Hurley’s forearm. The path brought them to the caves they had abandoned three years before. Jack spotted an object on the ground and picked it up.
Jo looked around her and memories came flooding back. This was where they had lived, so long ago. This was where Boone had died.
Jack wandered over to the remnants of his father’s coffin. “This is where I found you,” he murmured to Jo, who stood behind him. She nodded, remembering the scene as vividly as if it were yesterday.
“Your father led me here,” she reminded him. “Just like he led you here.”
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They continued walking and climbing until they reached a stone lighthouse on a steep cliff.
“Jacob’s in here?” Jo asked, confused.
“I guess so,” Hurley replied. “First we gotta go upstairs and turn this thing on.” He tried the door and found it locked.
“Does it say anything on your arm about the door being jammed?” Jack asked, dripping sarcasm. He gave the door one swift kick and it broke away easily. He held the door open for Jo and Hurley.
They climbed hundreds of stairs to reach the top of the lighthouse. At the tope, they discovered a firepit in the middle of the room, surrounded by a moveable wheel and a series of mirrors set up to reflect the firelight out onto the ocean.
“Where’s Jacob?” Jack asked suspiciously.
Hurley shrugged. “Ahh, he's not here yet. Lets get started.” He glanced at his arm. “Tell me when it gets to 108 degrees.”
Jo looked closely at the wheel. It appeared to be a compass, and each bearing had a name etched into the stone beside it. Most of the names were scratched out, but a few remained legible. She gasped as she recognized several of the names: Locke, Ford, Jarrah, Copeland…before she could investigate any further the wheel began to revolve as Hurley pulled on chains that hung from the ceiling.
Jack yelled suddenly. “Stop! Did you see that?”
“Did I see what?” Hurley asked in confusion. He continued to pull the chains.
“The mirror. I saw something in the mirror.”
“It's just ocean, dude,” Hurley responded.
Jack turned towards Jo. “These are our names.” He pointed to two numbers: 21-Woodhouse and 23-Shephard. Neither name was crossed out.
“What is this place?” Jo asked incredulously. She released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
“Turn it to 23 degrees,” Jack barked at Hurley.
Hurley resisted, so Jack grabbed the chains from him and turned the wheel until it reached 23 degrees. The image of a house popped into the mirror.
Jack stared with disbelieving eyes. “It's the house I grew up in. He's been watching. The whole time. All of us. He's been watching us. Hurley, where's Jacob? You said that he'd be here.”
Hurley looked nervous. “I don't know.”
Jo’s eyes widened as Jack erupted in a venomous rage. “I wanna know why he was watching me, so you're going to ask him right now.”
“It doesn't work like that, I told you,” Hurley insisted. “He just kind of shows up whenever he feels like it.”
Jack grabbed a telescope and twirled it dangerously.
“Jack…” Jo began nervously. She could sense what he was about to do, and it terrified her. “Think about what you’re doing…”
He was yelling at Hurley now, his face red with rage. “Why was he watching? Why is my name written down on this thing?”
Hurley backed away from Jack. “I don't know. He didn't tell me.”
“WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?” Jack screamed.
“JACK!” Jo yelled as he aimed to smash the mirror with the telescope. “Don’t! We need answers before…”
It was too late. Jo and Hurley ducked as Jack smashed the mirrors with the telescope. When the last shard of glass dropped from the mirror's frame, he dropped the telescope and walked out the door.
It took a moment for Jo and Hurley to recover. “You okay?” Jo asked him, concerned.
“Yeah.” It was all he could manage. Jo helped Hurley up, then solemnly walked through the door and down the steps, her head pounding. Any answers the lighthouse might have offered them were now destroyed by Jack’s rampage.
Outside the lighthouse, she saw Jack climbing a nearby cliff. She started after him but felt Hurley’s hand on her arm. “Better to let him go, Dude,” he advised.
‘He’s probably right,’ Jo thought to herself. She suddenly wanted very much to be left alone with her thoughts as well. She smiled weakly at Hurley, then walked away from the lighthouse. She found a comfortable grassy spot nearby and sat there, gazing at the ocean. Every so often she would glance over at Jack. He was doing the same thing, sitting on the cliff and staring at the calm blue water, lost in his own thoughts.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Mar 9, 2010 13:34:09 GMT -4
Alternate timeline
"You okay?"
Carrie was snapped out of her train of thought by Ana's husky voice. They were eating breakfast, but Carrie was barely eating, and not talking at all. She'd been thinking about those dreams, that man she always saw. She felt like she knew him better than she knew herself.
"No," Carrie replied honestly, looking up at her feyoncée. There was a pause. Ana didn't ask her why. She didn't need to. Carrie knew she wanted to know. "I've been having these dreams," she began, before she went in to explain about the dreams, about the man with dark eyes, what she seemed to feel about him in the dreams. Ana began to say they were only dreams, but Carrie interrupted, insisting that they weren't just dreams, they were something more, like memories. Almost like they were memories of a past life.
"Do you believe that?" Ana asked.
"I don't know what I believe," Carrie replied monotonously. "You know I'm open-minded Lucy, that's why I was happy to agree to a Catholic Spanish wedding."
"Will you even be there?"
Carrie looked up at her again, frowning.
"I know you will literally," Ana continued. "But will your mind be there? Will you be thinking about me, about us, or will you be thinking about these damn 'memories', this man you talk about?"
"Don't turn this against me!" Carrie disputed, feeling offended that Ana had suggested this. "I love you more than anything Ana-Lucia, I'm not gonna let recurring dreams get in the way."
"But you are!" Ana started raising her voice. This wasn't the first time - she'd always been the jealous type. She'd never liked Carrie's close friendship with Jack. "You've been so absent the last few days, you've been thinking about him, haven't you?"
"What you think I'm in love with him or something?" Carrie argued back. "Who knows if he's even a real person, maybe I just made him up in my head!"
"You shouldn't need to, you shouldn't need another person other than me, whether real or not!"
Carrie stood up, sighing. "I'm going out," she said. She wanted to get away from the now tense atmosphere, and let Ana calm down.
"Where are you going?" Ana asked demandingly as Carrie grabbed her coat. She didn't reply. Ana stood up and grabbed her arm, making Carrie turn around and look at her. "You're going to see him, aren't you? You're going to see Jack."
Carrie looked Ana in the eye for a few moments, then yanked her arm out of her grip. Without saying anything, Carrie picked up her keys and left the apartment.
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Post by tigerlily on Mar 9, 2010 19:17:44 GMT -4
Alternate Timeline
Jo bypassed the lobby elevator and scrambled up two flights of steps, sliding into the conference room chair beside Chase with only seconds to spare.
"I'm here, sorry" she gasped, desperate to catch her breath. Dr. Foreman scowled at her and made a big show of looking at his watch. "Now that we're all here," he addressed the Diagnostics team. "I'd like to start by introducing our newest Fellow, Dr. Edward Alpert. Edward brings years of experience to the team. I hope you'll all make him feel welcome." Jo was instantly struck by the doctor's striking, classically handsome features and dark, captivating eyes.
Foreman continued, addressing Jo directly. "Since space is...ah, sort of at a premium, I've decided that you and Chase will share his office, and I've given Dr. Alpert yours. This shouldn't cause any problems, should it?" She was dumbfounded. Of course he hadn't bothered to tell her until this moment, probably so she would be forced to control her temper in front of the team. But she was not the senior fellow, and having her own office had really been nothing more than a lucky draw anyway. She had always known she would have to give it up one of these days.
Jo nodded politely at Dr. Alpert. "No, of course not," she smiled warmly, although inside she was seething at Foreman. Chase looked very pleased beside her.
"No need to shuffle on my account," Alpert spoke up. "Really."
"It's fine," Jo replied. "I don't mind."
"Let's get to business then," Foreman continued. "The ER referred a new patient to us."
As Foreman droned on about the patient's medical history Chase scribbled on his notepad and surreptitiously pushed it in front of Jo. He wrote: 'How was coffee?'
Jo met his smug glance and rolled her eyes ever so slightly, scribbling 'None of your business!' in response. Chase arched an eyebrow, clearly interested in learning more.
Foreman stood up and walked over to the whiteboard. "Okay, let's have a go at the differential." Jo ignored Chase's teasing and gave Foreman her full attention.
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Jo sat in Jack's desk chair, scribbling a note to him about her unexpected change of office when she heard a light knock on the door.
"Come in," she sang out. A pretty woman with long dark hair stepped into Jack's office and looked around in confusion.
"I'm sorry, I was looking for Dr. Shephard. You must be his secretary?"
Jo scowled slightly, then realized she had left her lab coat in the conference room. "No, I'm not, I'm a...no."
"Right, sorry," the woman apologized. "Is he here?"
"He's here, he's just not here...he's in surgery," Jo explained. "For at least another hour."
The woman looked disappointed. "Do you mind if I wait for him?"
Jo shrugged. "Sure, but I'll be locking his office up in a moment. There's a waiting room down the hall. If you need to see another doctor, I'd be happy to..."
"No thanks," the woman interrupted smoothly. "I'm a friend."
Jo's interest was piqued. She didn't recognize this friend of Jack's.
"I'm Dr. Joanna Woodhouse," she stood up and offered her hand. The woman smiled pleasantly and shook it.
"Carrie Copeland," she responded. Carrie. The name sounded familiar, but Jo was certain she had never met this woman. It took her a few moments, but she suddenly recalled the conversation she and Jack had on the Oceanic flight. He had encountered an old college friend, and together they had saved that musician's life. She didn't know anything more than the woman's name. Jo abruptly pulled her hand away.
"Pleased to meet you," she said coolly. A figure walking by the glass door caught her attention. It was Alpert. He glanced in and looked surprised to see her in Jack's office. He opened the door and popped his head in.
"Dr. Chase was looking for you, he said he needs your help with some lab tests."
"Unlikely," she muttered under her breath, knowing full well that Chase only wanted to grill her on her coffee date with Boone. She raised her voice so Alpert would hear. "I'll be right there," she replied as she placed the note for Jack under a paperweight on his desk.
Carrie had spun around when she head Alpert's voice behind her and she now stood gazing at him weirdly, her mouth open slightly in an expression of sheer bewilderment.
"Carrie?" Jo asked, confused by Carrie's unexpected reaction. Carrie barely even blinked. She continued to stare at Alpert with astonishment.
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Post by lostali75 on Mar 10, 2010 16:13:46 GMT -4
Linear Timeline
incredibly condensed version....
René sat on the beach still in shock from Locke not being Locke and Carrie taking off. Adam and the others left for the Temple. She decided to stay, she didn't know why. Her head felt clouded. She sat on the beach in silence and waited for Ilana and Ben to come back out from Jacob's 'home'.
Once they came out they decided to head off for the Oceanic survivors beach, Sun wanted to bring dead Locke with them to be buried. She wanted to say something to Ben, but didn't know what. She felt more alone than she ever had her entire life. Everything she knew was falling apart.
After Ben and Frank finished digging the grave for John; Ben stepped forward to eulogize him.
"I'm sorry I murdered you," he walked away and gave a fleeting glance at René. She stepped back, she couldn't look at him. René stepped out of herself a felt a stranger in her own skin.
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They ran through the temple trying to find anyone alive. They found Miles Straume, apparently he knew Frank. The smoke monster was literally destroying everything in its path. Pure panic sweat out of René as they hurried through the temple hallways. Ilana found them a way out and they made they're way back into the jungle.
"What, is going on?" René asked panting, out of breath.
"We need to keep moving," Ilana told them.
They heard a noise in the jungle and something come at them. Ilana, Frank and Miles all held their guns out as Ben stormed at them.
"Where's Jarrah?" Ilana demanded.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Ben replied dryly. "He's not coming."
It wasn't long before Ilana asked miles to do something for her concerning Jacob. Apparently he had some sort of psychic ability. As he kneeled down and read Jacob's ashes Ilana gave him René got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She shook her head at the words that came out of his mouth. Ben murdered Jacob. It can't be, no. she thought to herself. But she saw the lok in his eye. She'd known him long enough to know, he was trying to cover his own ass.
They began to move forward and go back to the beach. René and Ben stood across from one another. HE opened his mouth to say something and she stepped towards him and slapped him as hard as she could across his face. Tears welled up in her eyes, "You son of a bitch."
He looked at the ground and they slowly followed the others.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Mar 11, 2010 16:08:18 GMT -4
Linear timeline
After trudging through the jungle for hours, Carrie and Richard finally arrived at the Temple. They were shocked to find them all dead.
"What happened?" Carrie asked in a whisper.
Richard crouched down and examined one of the corpses. "He was here," he concluded, standing up. A dark look dawned on his face. "He killed them. He killed them all."
Carrie looked around at the mass of bodies. She recognized many of their faces. "What do we do now?" She asked.
"We go." Richard made his way quickly out of the Temple, Carrie following. Once they reached the clearing outside the wall, he stopped and turned to look at her. "Go back to the beach," he said. "Find the survivors' camp."
"What?" Carrie frowned. "Why, where are you going?"
Richard didn't reply for a moment. He glanced at the Temple wall, then back at her. "I... have something to do. It shouldn't take too long."
"Then let me come with you-"
"No," Richard interrupted. "It's too dangerous, you'll be safer at the beach."
"Then don't go if it's dangerous, Richard!"
"I have to," he replied sadly. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss, in which they both remained for several minutes. After a while they broke away, staying locked in the embrace.
"Don't do it," Carrie whispered. "Whatever you're thinking of doing... don't."
"I love you," he told her, ignoring her warning, and meaning every word.
"I love you too."
There was silence for a few moments.
"Go," Richard said eventually. "Be careful."
Carrie nodded, then made her way out of the clearing. She stopped at the edge and turned to say something, but Richard had already set off in another direction.
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Finally, Carrie found herself at the old Oceanic camp. She emerged from the treeline, and realized there were already people there.
"Carrie!"
Carrie recognized the voice, and smiled as she saw a familiar figure approaching her from around a tent.
"René!" She smiled, embracing her friend. It felt like they hadn't seen each other in yonks.
"Hey, Carrie," Frank greeted her as she released Rene's hug and she turned to him, and they hugged next.
"Hi, Frank," she greeted back with a smile. She greeted Illana and Sun too - Illana went to shake her hand , evidently still feeling rather new socially, but Carrie turned the handshake into a hug, which Illana seemed to appreciate.
Carrie's eyes narrowed as she looked over Illana's shoulder and saw Mars standing in the shadows of a tent. Their eyes met, but the contact was broken when Carrie and Illana pulled out of the embrace.
"Where's Ben?" Carrie asked, looking around.
"Over there," Illana replied, indicating the graveyard the survivors had made. Worried by what she might have meant, Carrie made her way to the graves.
"I was worried she meant you were dead," she said casually, making Ben jump.
"No," he replied. "Not yet."
"Whose grave?" She asked, sitting cross-legged by the hole in the ground Ben had formed.
"Yeah, hi to you too," came Miles' voice from a few feet away. Carrie looked up at him.
"Oh, hey, Miles," she smiled. "Didn't see you there."
Miles rolled his eyes. "No one ever does," he muttered, before wandering off.
"What are you doing here, Carrie?" Ben asked as he resumed digging.
"Thought I'd pop in and see how you all are," Carrie shrugged. "Now that I've hit the big time, I don't want my normal friends to think I've forgotten them in the whirlwind of Hollywood."
Ben smiled. "Too late," he said. "We already moved on. Illana's the new you."
"Ah well, you lot were always losers anyway," Carrie replied. "Why should I stay friends with you when I have Señor Spielbergo on the other end of the phone?"
"Who's he?"
"Mexican equivalent of Steven Spielberg."
Carrie and Ben laughed - the first time either of them had in far too long.
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A few hours had passed. Carrie was still with Ben. She had tried to help him, but Illana stopped her. Ben knelt in the grave, digging, and Carrie lay next to it, the sun beaming down on them both.
"Why do you hate me, Ben?" Carrie asked after a while.
Ben stopped digging, looking at her thoughtfully. "I don't hate you, Carrie," he replied. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"You tried numerous times to split me and Richard up," she listed. "You even tried to kill me not 3 weeks ago."
"That doesn't mean I ever hated you. I was just... so angry at you."
"For what?" She frowned.
Ben pretended not to hear and resumed digging.
"Ben," she said seriously. "Tell me. If I did something wrong, I'm sorry..."
He looked at her and was about to say something, but they both froze stock still when they heard him coming. They both looked around, trying to figure out where the form of the fake Locke would appear.
"Hello, Ben," he said from behind, making them both look around at once, "Carrie."
Frightened, Ben glanced at Illana in the distance, then back at the fake Locke.
"I'm actually more exhasperated than I am scared," Carrie said casually, sitting up and dusting the sand off of herself. "I've seen way too much of this guy."
"Good to see you too, Carrie," he said.
Ben gave Carrie a what-the-hell-are-you-thinking look, before asking the fake Locke what he was doing there.
"Visiting," the fake Locke shrugged, "what are you doing?"
"I'm digging my own grave," Ben replied, sounding annoyed.
"Why?" The fake Locke asked curiously.
"Because you talked me into killing Jacob!" He glanced at Illana again. "Do you see that woman over there, eating a mango? She's his bodyguard and she knows what I did." The fake Locke peered at Illana through the bushes. "So now you got what you wanted, because she's going to kill me."
"I don't want you to die, Ben," the fake Locke replied. "In fact, I went back to the statue to get you but you'd already gone."
"Get me?" Ben echoed his words incredulously. "For what?"
"I'm gathering a group to leave this place for good. But once we're gone, someone's gonna need to be in charge of the Island?"
Ben stopped digging and looked at the fake Locke. "Me?"
"I can't think of a better man for the job."
Carrie knew what the fake Locke was trying to do. He'd tried a similar tactic with her. Surely Ben wasn't fool enough to fall for it, was he?
"Well, it doesn't seem very likely, does it, under the circumstances," Ben said. "How am I gonna get away from-"
The fake Locke pointed at the metal around Ben's ankle, and it was released.
"How did you do that?" Carrie gasped.
"Very cleverly," the fake Locke replied proudly. "Come to the other island," he told Ben, "to the Hydra station. That's where we'll be. And of course... you're always welcome to come along too, Carrie."
"She'll come after me," Ben said meekly.
"Two hundred yards inland, there's a tree, in a clearing, with a rifle leaning up against it, if you go now, you'll get there first... and you'll have the drop on her." Ben looked at neither of them. He stared at the stand in front of him, thinking. "But don't hesitate," the fake Locke warned. "She won't. See you soon." He walked away.
Ben looked at Carrie, as if he were asking her if he should do it or not.
"Don't," she told him, shaking her head. "Don't do it, Ben. That man is nothing but trouble."
He turned and looked at Illana, who looked at him. "Don't," Carrie repeated, loud enough for Ben to hear, but not loud enough for Illana to hear. "Don't do it, Ben, please."
Suddenly, throwing his spade aside, Ben set off into the jungle.
"BEN!" Carrie shouted. What an idiot, she thought. She jumped up and chased after him, hot on his heels, Illana hot on hers.
Just as the fake Locke had said, they arrived at a clearing two hundred yards in, and sure enough, there was a rifle. Ben grabbed it and pointed it at Illana just as they caught up with him, making them both stop in their tracks.
"Drop it," Ben commanded. "Put the gun down!" Illana did so, raising her arms.
There was a few moments of silence as glances passed between them.
"Ben," Carrie begged. "Put the gun down. Please."
"What are you waiting for?" Illana asked.
"I wanna explain," he replied shakily, a terrified look on his face.
Illana sighed. "Explain what?"
"I wanna explain that I know what you're feeling."
"You have no idea what I'm feeling," she replied stubbornly.
"I watched my daughter Alex die in front of me," Ben said. Carrie could see the emotion in his eyes. She'd heard about Alex's death, but had never known how much it had tortured Ben... until now. "And it was my fault. I had a chance to save her. But I chose the Island. Over her! All in the name of Jacob."
Tears filled Carrie's eyes. Her degree and all her training, all her experience, seemed nothing now... she hadn't even known there was an emotional side to this man. He had always read cold. But now... he was changing.
"I sacrificed everything for him," Ben continued, lowering his gun. "And he didn't even care. Yeah, I stabbed him, I was... so angry. Confused, I... I was terrified that I was about to lose one of the only things that ever mattered to me, my power!"
Ben glanced at Carrie, as she wondered what he meant by one of the only things, figuring he meant Alex... but still, even now, as her mind was opening up to who Benjamin Linus really was, she couldn't see the obvious.
"But the things that really mattered... were already gone. I'm sorry that I killed Jacob. I am, and I do not expect you to forgive me, because... I can never forgive myself."
"Then what do you want?" Illana asked, breaking Ben's monologue.
"Just... let me leave."
"Where will you go?" She asked confrontingly.
Ben hesitated. "To Locke," he said. Carrie could hear the regret in his voice.
Carrie spoke for the first time since Ben's confession. "Why?"
"Because he's the only one that'll have me," Ben sobbed.
Illana and Carrie looked at each other. Carrie stepped forwards and, for the first time in her entire life, took Ben's hand in hers.
"I'll have you," she said, looking him straight in the eye. There was no longer any coldness in his eyes. He was softened, weakened, yet he was strengthened. He was redeemed.
"Come on," Illana said softly. "Let's get back." She turned and started walking back to the camp.
"Are you really going to forgive me for all the things I've done over the years, Carrie?" Ben asked, as if he were pleading with her to forgive him, but not expecting her to.
"Yes," she replied. "Yes I am."
A moment passed as they stood there in the clearing. Then, at the same time, as if they were connected in that moment, they embraced. Just a few days ago, maybe even earlier that same day, neither would have done such a thing.
"Let's go," Carrie whispered as they pulled apart. Ben nodded, and picked up the rifle. Side by side, they made their way back to the beach camp together.
It was then, in that moment, that it happened. The last piece of the jigsaw was put in place - Carrie realized what Ben was going to tell her earlier. She knew why he'd behaved as he had for all those years.
He loved her.
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