Welcome
back to Wednesday Briefs! Here comes the latest installment of my
ongoing LOST fanfiction. Last week, Desmond confronted Miles about
the whereabouts of Daniel Faraday and ended with a new sense of
direction. If you are behind, you can read part one and part two
before continuing onward!
Constants
and Variables (Part 3/?): LOST, Desmond Hume-centric, PG-13,
prompt - "Why are you asking me these questions?".
Canon
note: Takes place during season five of LOST, albeit an AU take
on said events in episode six, "316". It's actually
ridiculously AU because it fucks with two major plot points,
one involving Desmond and one involving Daniel, both of which will
become evident as soon as the story kicks into gear. Spoilers for the
rest of season five and events in season six are within. Eventual
Desmond/Daniel and implied Juliet/Sawyer & Jack/Kate.
This
chapter runs concurrent with the events of "Whatever Happened,
Happened".
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Desmond
Hume has two constants. His X and his Y. Penelope Widmore and Daniel
Faraday. One is safe at home. The other is lost, thirty years plus
from where they should be. There is an island that can move through
time and a organization who is tapping into that island's power. In
the future, there will be a hatch with a computer counting down
towards its own inevitable destruction. But not if something can be
done.
Desmond
Hume is no hero, but he's going to save the world. He's going to save
his constants. It's a job he's gotten used to.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
The
weight on his shoulder quickly reminds Desmond of what he has set out
to do. He heads towards a place already scarred by memories of days
not yet there: the radio tower. Luckily for him, no one is paying him
much attention. The Dharma camp is occupied with other matters.
Desmond does as he always does—walks
with purpose, shoulders straight and head high, and no one gives him
grief.
He
reaches the immediate outskirts of the camp when the sound of his own
name stops him.
"Desmond!"
Hesitantly,
Desmond turns to see Jack jog up to join him. Judging by the dirt and
sweat that cover his arms and face, the man is in desperate need of a
good shower. Jack swipes a dot of sweat that had been falling across
his brow with the back of his hand.
"What's
going on, Desmond?" Jack's eyes fall upon the rucksack hanging
off of Desmond's shoulder. "Not really the best time to go
camping."
Desmond
frowns. Still, he has no reason not to trust the doctor. Not now at
least. "I'm heading toward the radio tower. I think—I
hope—I
can contact Faraday through there."
"Faraday?
Daniel? Why do you need him?"
"He's
important to me. He has the answers to what's been happening to me, I
know it."
"He's
a physicist," Jack points out, "who just lost a friend and
is who knows where."
"He's
the man who brought me back to reality," Desmond argues. "If
it weren't for him, I'd still be bouncing between past and present
like a broken yo-yo."
Jack
takes a step forward. "Listen, Des. I'm sure this is very
important to you, but right now we have bigger things to worry about.
There's Ben and the island and . . . and why Daniel? Why now? Is he
why you came back after all?"
"Why
are you asking me these questions?" Desmond's step forward is
far more confrontational that Jack's. His eyes stay locked with
Jack's as he speaks. "You're the one who convinced me I had to
come back. So now that I have, now that I realize what my purpose
might be, you want to stop me? You might be lost, but I'm not.
I know exactly where I'm going. And it's to that radio tower."
"I
could stop you."
"But
you won't."
A
final attempt from Jack: "Charlie needed you."
"Charlie's
dead." Desmond's eyes are hard. That line lost its
wounding sting days ago. "And I will carry his weight on my soul
for the rest of my life. Until then, I'll keep doing what I do.
Moving forward. You should probably sort yourself out first, brotha,
before coming after me."
Jack
is left to silently watch Desmond walk into the forest, alone.
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