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apocalypsosTitle: A Wrinkle of Time
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trollprincess
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened on the other end of the radio in "Deus ex Machina."
Author's note: Heh. I couldn't resist writing something about that, now, could I? ;)
A Wrinkle in Time
The radio sits in the corner of the caves taking up sleeping space and breathing room, a broken hunk of metal and plastic that Boone won't let them throw away. He'd found the stupid thing in the woods inside the same old airplane wreckage that John Locke had been crushed under, barely held together by a few errant screws. In the past few days since Locke's death, he keeps picking at it with the few tools they've got, ignoring Shannon's snide jabs that he'd have a better chance designing the stupid thing a wedding dress and marrying it to a toaster.
Shannon just realized she was pregnant a week ago. She's allowed to be a little on edge. Of course, considering when she claims she got that way, Boone's allowed a little nervousness, too.
Charlie whimpers from his bed in the corner of the cave, and Boone turns towards the sound with a screwdriver between his teeth. Claire flashes an apologetic smile at Boone through the dim sunlight filtering into the cave, lifting Charlie from his bedding and cradling him to her chest. Boone thinks with a smile that if the first Charlie could see his namesake, the baby's tiny fists waving in midair as Claire prepares to feed him, he'd probably be jealous.
Claire still hasn't spoken since she wandered out of the woods with the baby in her arms, dazed and silent. Telling her of Charlie's death at Ethan's hands hasn't helped.
"Maybe you should let Sayid take a look at that."
Boone looks up to see Shannon standing over him, staring down at him with serious blue eyes. There's not a hint of teasing in her gaze, and sighing, Boone shakes his head. "He has," Boone mutters. "He says we should use it for parts."
Shannon crouches down beside him, tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear. "Then why are you even bothering with the stupid thing?"
"Boredom, mostly." Boone shrugs. "Without John around . . ."
His voice trails off, and he's almost positive she's trying to decide whether or not to comfort him. He figures he could have used a little comfort a few days ago, when he'd rolled John into the woods as requested, to a nice secluded spot where he wouldn't be bothered so that he could watch birds or catalogue foliage or whatever the hell he did out there by himself. Coming back a while later to find him crushed under the rusted remains of a single-prop airplane that hadn't been there before . . . that had struck Boone hard.
The man might have been confined to a wheelchair, but he was an excellent conversationalist. He'd always made Boone feel like he was more important than some lame wedding planner.
Shannon crosses her legs Indian-style as she sits beside him, smoothing down the front of her flimsy tank top self-consciously. They haven't told the others about the baby yet, not because the others thought they were brother and sister -- God, Boone could just imagine everybody else's reactions to the way they treated one another if they'd ever admitted they were as close as you could get to siblings without actually being siblings -- but because of Shannon's fear. Her wide-eyed, haunted gaze keeps drifiting towards Claire, the other girl nursing the child whose birth all of them had missed, who they were still having to defend against a crazed lunatic wandering the woods.
A few nights ago, Shannon had waken up screaming from a nightmare about Ethan, the maniac trying to rip a baby from her arms. She hadn't told anyone other than Boone. Everyone already feels guilty enough that Ethan got away, killing Jin and Kate during his escape. He hasn't attacked any of them since he's run off, but that doesn't mean he isn't still out there.
Boone pokes and prods at the radio's insides, as if shaking a sharp stick at it will do anything. He's tempted to go over and grab Sayid again, to see if the Iraqi can make any sense out of the mess of wires spilling out of the thing. But ever since he came back from his trip into the jungle with strange voices ringing in his head, Sayid's judgment on most things has come into question.
And that's when the radio crackles.
Boone and Shannon flinch, and across the cave, Claire makes a hollow sound at the back of her throat in fright. She clutches little Charlie to her chest as Boone and Shannon exchange a glance. "Did you hear that?" Boone says.
It's a stupid question, but Shannon nods frantically, and the pair of them bend over the radio as it fizzles to life. Not much of a life, true, but there's still the crackle of static from the thing, and Boone grabs for the end of the radio's cord.
A voice at the other end cries out through thick static. "Hello? Hello? Anybody out there? Mayday, mayday . . ."
Shannon latches onto his arm as Boone asks in disbelief, "Is someone there?"
The voice in the static gets frantic. "Hello?! --zzz--lo, can --zzz-- hear me?"
"Boone --"
"I know," Boone says quietly to Shannon, then says into the radio, "Repeat your transmission, please."
There's a groan at the other end, something loud and terrifying, and Boone suddenly gets a frightening image of a rescue boat sinking out from under their savior just as they've gotten in contact with the survivors. It'd be a delicious sort of irony, if Boone and his friends weren't the survivors. "Hello," the voice says again, a faint voice crying something out in the background, "we're survivors of the crash of Oceanic Flight 815 --"
The cave goes cold and eerily silent, and before he can stop himself, Boone blurts out, "No, we're the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815," just as a grating crash cuts through the static.
The next thing they know, the static fades away to nothing, and the insides of the radio spark for the briefest of instances before a tendril of acrid smoke from burning plastic fills the air.
At the far end of the cave, little Charlie whines as Claire holds him tight to her chest, watching the whole thing with confusion and fear. Shannon's grip on Boone's arm loosens, and he barely notices as one of her hands immediately drifts to her waist. The other holds onto his free hand and won't let go, and Boone backs away from the radio as if it's red-hot, unable to rip his gaze away from it.
"Boone?" Shannon's voice trembles as she moves closer to him. "Boone, what the hell was that?"
He swallows, shakes his head, and wishes he had a real answer to give her.
Author:
trollprincessFandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened on the other end of the radio in "Deus ex Machina."
Author's note: Heh. I couldn't resist writing something about that, now, could I? ;)
The radio sits in the corner of the caves taking up sleeping space and breathing room, a broken hunk of metal and plastic that Boone won't let them throw away. He'd found the stupid thing in the woods inside the same old airplane wreckage that John Locke had been crushed under, barely held together by a few errant screws. In the past few days since Locke's death, he keeps picking at it with the few tools they've got, ignoring Shannon's snide jabs that he'd have a better chance designing the stupid thing a wedding dress and marrying it to a toaster.
Shannon just realized she was pregnant a week ago. She's allowed to be a little on edge. Of course, considering when she claims she got that way, Boone's allowed a little nervousness, too.
Charlie whimpers from his bed in the corner of the cave, and Boone turns towards the sound with a screwdriver between his teeth. Claire flashes an apologetic smile at Boone through the dim sunlight filtering into the cave, lifting Charlie from his bedding and cradling him to her chest. Boone thinks with a smile that if the first Charlie could see his namesake, the baby's tiny fists waving in midair as Claire prepares to feed him, he'd probably be jealous.
Claire still hasn't spoken since she wandered out of the woods with the baby in her arms, dazed and silent. Telling her of Charlie's death at Ethan's hands hasn't helped.
"Maybe you should let Sayid take a look at that."
Boone looks up to see Shannon standing over him, staring down at him with serious blue eyes. There's not a hint of teasing in her gaze, and sighing, Boone shakes his head. "He has," Boone mutters. "He says we should use it for parts."
Shannon crouches down beside him, tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear. "Then why are you even bothering with the stupid thing?"
"Boredom, mostly." Boone shrugs. "Without John around . . ."
His voice trails off, and he's almost positive she's trying to decide whether or not to comfort him. He figures he could have used a little comfort a few days ago, when he'd rolled John into the woods as requested, to a nice secluded spot where he wouldn't be bothered so that he could watch birds or catalogue foliage or whatever the hell he did out there by himself. Coming back a while later to find him crushed under the rusted remains of a single-prop airplane that hadn't been there before . . . that had struck Boone hard.
The man might have been confined to a wheelchair, but he was an excellent conversationalist. He'd always made Boone feel like he was more important than some lame wedding planner.
Shannon crosses her legs Indian-style as she sits beside him, smoothing down the front of her flimsy tank top self-consciously. They haven't told the others about the baby yet, not because the others thought they were brother and sister -- God, Boone could just imagine everybody else's reactions to the way they treated one another if they'd ever admitted they were as close as you could get to siblings without actually being siblings -- but because of Shannon's fear. Her wide-eyed, haunted gaze keeps drifiting towards Claire, the other girl nursing the child whose birth all of them had missed, who they were still having to defend against a crazed lunatic wandering the woods.
A few nights ago, Shannon had waken up screaming from a nightmare about Ethan, the maniac trying to rip a baby from her arms. She hadn't told anyone other than Boone. Everyone already feels guilty enough that Ethan got away, killing Jin and Kate during his escape. He hasn't attacked any of them since he's run off, but that doesn't mean he isn't still out there.
Boone pokes and prods at the radio's insides, as if shaking a sharp stick at it will do anything. He's tempted to go over and grab Sayid again, to see if the Iraqi can make any sense out of the mess of wires spilling out of the thing. But ever since he came back from his trip into the jungle with strange voices ringing in his head, Sayid's judgment on most things has come into question.
And that's when the radio crackles.
Boone and Shannon flinch, and across the cave, Claire makes a hollow sound at the back of her throat in fright. She clutches little Charlie to her chest as Boone and Shannon exchange a glance. "Did you hear that?" Boone says.
It's a stupid question, but Shannon nods frantically, and the pair of them bend over the radio as it fizzles to life. Not much of a life, true, but there's still the crackle of static from the thing, and Boone grabs for the end of the radio's cord.
A voice at the other end cries out through thick static. "Hello? Hello? Anybody out there? Mayday, mayday . . ."
Shannon latches onto his arm as Boone asks in disbelief, "Is someone there?"
The voice in the static gets frantic. "Hello?! --zzz--lo, can --zzz-- hear me?"
"Boone --"
"I know," Boone says quietly to Shannon, then says into the radio, "Repeat your transmission, please."
There's a groan at the other end, something loud and terrifying, and Boone suddenly gets a frightening image of a rescue boat sinking out from under their savior just as they've gotten in contact with the survivors. It'd be a delicious sort of irony, if Boone and his friends weren't the survivors. "Hello," the voice says again, a faint voice crying something out in the background, "we're survivors of the crash of Oceanic Flight 815 --"
The cave goes cold and eerily silent, and before he can stop himself, Boone blurts out, "No, we're the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815," just as a grating crash cuts through the static.
The next thing they know, the static fades away to nothing, and the insides of the radio spark for the briefest of instances before a tendril of acrid smoke from burning plastic fills the air.
At the far end of the cave, little Charlie whines as Claire holds him tight to her chest, watching the whole thing with confusion and fear. Shannon's grip on Boone's arm loosens, and he barely notices as one of her hands immediately drifts to her waist. The other holds onto his free hand and won't let go, and Boone backs away from the radio as if it's red-hot, unable to rip his gaze away from it.
"Boone?" Shannon's voice trembles as she moves closer to him. "Boone, what the hell was that?"
He swallows, shakes his head, and wishes he had a real answer to give her.
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Date: 2005-04-05 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 02:50 pm (UTC)Poor AU Locke. Poor AU Jin, Kate, Charlie and Claire as well. And Sayid. Ack.
...good job on this, btw.
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Date: 2005-04-05 03:08 pm (UTC)and really eerie...the tone was really dark.
Poor AU charlie- how could you kill him *sniffle* he was.... so.... Charlie!
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Date: 2005-04-05 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 04:30 pm (UTC)::waves C/C banner, just for the heck of it.::
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Date: 2005-04-05 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 08:07 pm (UTC)Now I can't get the missing!Locke from next week to stop showing up in this new reality! Uninjured!Boon is making his way to the other reality! *swats at them*
*is taken down by the fluffy hoards*
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Date: 2005-04-05 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 08:56 pm (UTC)*can't wait until Wednesday, OMG*
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Date: 2005-04-05 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-06 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-06 06:42 am (UTC)::eats ice cream thoughtfully::
Creepy.
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Date: 2005-04-06 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-07 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-09 04:17 am (UTC)Everyone already felt guilty enough that Ethan had gotten away, killing Jin and Kate during his escape. He hasn't attacked any of them since he'd run off, but that doesn't mean he isn't still out there.
...kind of bothered me, as you switched tense no less than three times in two sentences. I'm an editor at heart, I guess. *shrugs*
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Date: 2005-05-29 09:21 pm (UTC)Really, really well written. I will admit that I did not get it until the end. *hem* Great job.
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Date: 2005-07-12 11:52 pm (UTC)That was so freaking awesome. I have to admit that at first I was kinda confused but I have a feeling that was what you were trying to do.
*worships more*
Going back in time for Valentine's Day meme
Date: 2006-02-11 06:52 pm (UTC)