Was your mind blown by last week's Wednesday Briefs? Good, because there's more of that this week! In this latest installment of our LOST tale, Desmond and his mysterious benefactor goes against the dreaded fence. Who will win, man or electricity? Let's see...
Constants
and Variables (Part 6/?): LOST, Desmond
Hume-centric, PG-13, prompt - “What time did you say it was?, a
character running late”.
Canon
note: AU take on seasons five and six, with
an emphasis on Desmond Hume and Daniel Faraday. Endgame ships:
Desmond/Daniel, Juliet/Sawyer, Jack/Kate. Turns AU during the events
of "316". Spoilers for the entire series of LOST, mainly
the last two seasons. In these recent chapters, events will run
concurrent with the events of "Whatever Happened, Happened"
and "Dead Is Dead" in season five.
Previous
chapters: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
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"Okay,
so how will we know that the fence is down?" Desmond cannot see
any obvious marker that the fence is active or not. If he hadn't
known any better, the space between the towers looks clear and safe
to walk through—and he would have turned to dust.
Jacob
looks at him as if the answer is more obvious than the Scot can see.
"Easy." He walks back to the edge of the forest and plucks
a handful of stones from the dirt. Desmond barely has time to blink
before a stone comes hurling past his face, slamming into the
invisible fence before sizzling into a pile of debris.
"That's
how," Jacob finishes. He hands Desmond half of the rocks.
"Shouldn't be too long now."
"Why
are you helping me? What am I supposed to be doing?"
Jacob
tilts his head at the other man. "Only you know that. I'm here
to find out." He smiles. "It's gonna be fun seeing what
happens."
Desmond
swallows hard and looks back at the fence. The stones in his hands
seem heavier than they look. This Jacob fellow reminds him a bit of
one of the original Oceanic survivors, the one who found him in his
hatch and consequently led to its destruction. He wonders what has
become of John Locke, wherever he may be.
He
throws one of his rocks at the fence. Unfortunately, it turns into
dust like the other one. "How often should we do this?"
"Every
ten seconds should do it." Jacob shrugs. "Honestly, they
should be at the pass soon."
"How
do you know?"
"I
can feel it." Jacob's eyes seem to light up with his words. "As
long as he's on the island, I can feel his presence."
"I
hope you're not some kind a' dullahan," Desmond mumbles under
his breath, invoking the name of the mythological faerie from his
childhood storybooks. He fails to see the odd look that crosses
Jacob's face as he does.
After
a while, Desmond asks, "What time did you say it was?"
"Time
enough." Jacob chucks another rock into the air, where it
crashes into electricity invisible. "The doctor must have been
held up."
"I
don't have time for this," Desmond growls, and without thinking,
he flings one of his stones through the fence. It lands on the other
side with a solid thunk. The two men stare at it, glinting amid the
short grass, before it clicks.
"Go!"
And with that, Jacob grabs Desmond by the sleeve and throws him
across the threshold. The Scot lands clear on the opposite side,
banging his knees and elbows on the ground in the process. His bag
falls off his shoulder and drops in the grass only a foot away from
him. He didn't expect the man called Jacob to have such a killer
throwing arm, but he also didn't expect to be thrown in the first
place.
He's
about to turn and see what has become of Jacob, if he's cleared the
fence as well, when something sparks in the corner of his eye. It's a
bright light that flashes for a second and erases any doubt of what
has happened. There's a smell of burnt fabric in the air.
When
Desmond does turn around, it is to see Jacob on his side of the force
field. Only Jacob is lying on the ground, in clothes that look like
they've been through a wildfire, and as Desmond draws close, he isn't
moving.
What
have I done? Desmond thinks. He looks upon
Jacob's dead body in horror and his mind goes blank except for one
thought: he has just brought about the death of the one person who
could have helped him find Faraday.
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