Good Idea, Bad Idea//LOST//Daniel Faraday//PG
Title: Good Idea, Bad Idea
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Daniel Faraday, Miles Straume, Charlotte Lewis, and Frank Lipidus. Mild hinting at Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: PG
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Miles twists Daniel's idea into one that could seriously compromise his life.
Table/Prompt: Phrases/It Was a Good Idea At the Time
A/N: Written for mission_insane. In this scenario, Frank has returned in the refueled chopper and Locke has let Miles go.
As most of Daniel's ideas did, this one had definitely sounded more complex and logical inside of his head. Even when spoken aloud, it had sounded rather practical, quite possible, too. However, when summarized by Miles into, "So, you're volunteering yourself as bait", it suddenly lost its appeal.
"Uh, that wasn't...that wasn't exactly what I meant, Miles," Daniel stammered out, now trying to back track.
"Look," said Miles, obviously fond of this new plan. "You've got all your fancy doohickey equipment to distract them with, right?"
"It doesn't really work like that..."
"And we need to get Linus, don't we?"
"Yeah..."
"They've got weapons and since right now we don't, courtesy of our new friends, we have to go about this a different way." He looked at Frank and Charlotte. "I'm not seeing a problem here."
"The problem's that Dan could very possibly get killed if this plan backfires," Charlotte pointed out with disdain. "What's to say that they won't shoot him on sight?"
Daniel swallowed the fear that had begun to rise. Despite having Charlotte and her logic on his side, he wasn't all that comforted. Once again, he'd been thoroughly screwed over by his own thought process...He definitely needed to learn how to keep such dangerous ideas and plans within his own head. They only seemed to get him into more trouble when they escaped.
"Why would they shoot him?" Miles countered.
Charlotte didn't miss a beat. "They shot me," she said. "And they put a grenade in your mouth, if I'm not mistaken."
Miles snorted. "It was Linus who shot you and he's all tied up now, isn't he?"
"And the grenade?"
"It was a dud."
"But you didn't know that at the time," Charlotte continued. "What's more, they could have real grenades in addition to their firearms. It's too risky."
"This whole damn business is risky but that doesn't mean that we don't still have a job to do, does it?" Aggravation was evident in his tone. Miles was a man of action; he didn't like sitting around and twiddling his thumbs.
"If I could say something," Daniel said, finally speaking up in his own defense. "What exactly do you want me to do with my equipment, Miles? When I mentioned using a payload as a distraction, that didn't really involve my being in the general vicinity..."
"Yeah, well, plans change," Miles bit out, unmerciful in his judgment. "You gotta think in larger terms, Genius. One little payload isn't gonna be enough to make them leave their little safety town...but get some guy sneaking around and they're gonna have to do something about that.
"And since that Locke guy is in charge, he's gonna be the one to come looking for you," Miles continued. "And that means that Linus will be left unguarded by anyone scarier than an ex-con artist and Chubby.”
“Miles has a point,” Frank agreed. “It’d be our best chance of capturing Linus without a fight breaking out.”
“You’re the drunk, Frank,” Charlotte snapped irritably. “You should be used to all sorts of brawls by now. I don‘t like this plan.”
“Well, lucky for us, you’re not in charge of this mission,” Miles told her, taking a step towards her, though it was made less intimidating by his height or lack thereof. “Naomi was and since she’s dead, that means I am.”
Defiance burned within Charlotte’s features, reflected in how she crossed her arms over her chest. “Dan’s the one risking his neck; he should make the decision.”
Frank nodded. “She’s got a point, Miles.”
The Ghostbuster growled, frustrated. “This is just wasting precious time that we could be spending on capturing Linus!”
Daniel shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, his eyes darting between Charlotte and Miles and Frank. Each had differing opinions on how they should go about acquiring the elusive Mr. Benjamin Linus...all which had sprung from Daniel’s suggestion of using some sort of distraction. He supposed, in that sense, he had no one to blame but himself.
“Fine,” Miles relented. “Well, Genius?”
All three pairs of eyes turned to Daniel and he felt the desire to run, but that wouldn’t solve anything. Miles’ plan made sense, but Charlotte had brought up some valid points that needed definite consideration. He was in no hurry to go dying in pursuit of a man like Benjamin Linus--he wasn’t in a hurry to die period.
Slowly, with great uncertainty, he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll do it.”
“Daniel,” Charlotte started in a warning voice.
“Miles is right,” he pointed out to Charlotte, trying to reassure himself more than her. “The sooner we get Linus, the sooner we can get ourselves and these people off of the island, right?”
She didn’t seem convinced. “Think about it, though, Dan. These people are dangerous...”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so. They’re just a little...lost, is all.”
“Dan...”
“That settles that,” Miles interrupted, stepping between them. “Let’s get moving. It’s a couple hours to their settlement and you should probably phone someone on the boat and have them prepare the payload.”
Daniel nodded, glancing down at his sat phone. This would be undoubtedly risky (and doubly dangerous for him) but there didn’t seem to be any option open to them at the moment. He just needed to stay positive, he believed. He had no intention of dying on this island...not when there was so much left to discover and analyze on it.
Focused now on the job at hand, he dialed the freighter...oblivious to the worried expression that was now creasing Charlotte’s face.
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Daniel Faraday, Miles Straume, Charlotte Lewis, and Frank Lipidus. Mild hinting at Daniel/Charlotte
Rating: PG
Warnings: Season 4.
Summary: Miles twists Daniel's idea into one that could seriously compromise his life.
Table/Prompt: Phrases/It Was a Good Idea At the Time
A/N: Written for mission_insane. In this scenario, Frank has returned in the refueled chopper and Locke has let Miles go.
As most of Daniel's ideas did, this one had definitely sounded more complex and logical inside of his head. Even when spoken aloud, it had sounded rather practical, quite possible, too. However, when summarized by Miles into, "So, you're volunteering yourself as bait", it suddenly lost its appeal.
"Uh, that wasn't...that wasn't exactly what I meant, Miles," Daniel stammered out, now trying to back track.
"Look," said Miles, obviously fond of this new plan. "You've got all your fancy doohickey equipment to distract them with, right?"
"It doesn't really work like that..."
"And we need to get Linus, don't we?"
"Yeah..."
"They've got weapons and since right now we don't, courtesy of our new friends, we have to go about this a different way." He looked at Frank and Charlotte. "I'm not seeing a problem here."
"The problem's that Dan could very possibly get killed if this plan backfires," Charlotte pointed out with disdain. "What's to say that they won't shoot him on sight?"
Daniel swallowed the fear that had begun to rise. Despite having Charlotte and her logic on his side, he wasn't all that comforted. Once again, he'd been thoroughly screwed over by his own thought process...He definitely needed to learn how to keep such dangerous ideas and plans within his own head. They only seemed to get him into more trouble when they escaped.
"Why would they shoot him?" Miles countered.
Charlotte didn't miss a beat. "They shot me," she said. "And they put a grenade in your mouth, if I'm not mistaken."
Miles snorted. "It was Linus who shot you and he's all tied up now, isn't he?"
"And the grenade?"
"It was a dud."
"But you didn't know that at the time," Charlotte continued. "What's more, they could have real grenades in addition to their firearms. It's too risky."
"This whole damn business is risky but that doesn't mean that we don't still have a job to do, does it?" Aggravation was evident in his tone. Miles was a man of action; he didn't like sitting around and twiddling his thumbs.
"If I could say something," Daniel said, finally speaking up in his own defense. "What exactly do you want me to do with my equipment, Miles? When I mentioned using a payload as a distraction, that didn't really involve my being in the general vicinity..."
"Yeah, well, plans change," Miles bit out, unmerciful in his judgment. "You gotta think in larger terms, Genius. One little payload isn't gonna be enough to make them leave their little safety town...but get some guy sneaking around and they're gonna have to do something about that.
"And since that Locke guy is in charge, he's gonna be the one to come looking for you," Miles continued. "And that means that Linus will be left unguarded by anyone scarier than an ex-con artist and Chubby.”
“Miles has a point,” Frank agreed. “It’d be our best chance of capturing Linus without a fight breaking out.”
“You’re the drunk, Frank,” Charlotte snapped irritably. “You should be used to all sorts of brawls by now. I don‘t like this plan.”
“Well, lucky for us, you’re not in charge of this mission,” Miles told her, taking a step towards her, though it was made less intimidating by his height or lack thereof. “Naomi was and since she’s dead, that means I am.”
Defiance burned within Charlotte’s features, reflected in how she crossed her arms over her chest. “Dan’s the one risking his neck; he should make the decision.”
Frank nodded. “She’s got a point, Miles.”
The Ghostbuster growled, frustrated. “This is just wasting precious time that we could be spending on capturing Linus!”
Daniel shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, his eyes darting between Charlotte and Miles and Frank. Each had differing opinions on how they should go about acquiring the elusive Mr. Benjamin Linus...all which had sprung from Daniel’s suggestion of using some sort of distraction. He supposed, in that sense, he had no one to blame but himself.
“Fine,” Miles relented. “Well, Genius?”
All three pairs of eyes turned to Daniel and he felt the desire to run, but that wouldn’t solve anything. Miles’ plan made sense, but Charlotte had brought up some valid points that needed definite consideration. He was in no hurry to go dying in pursuit of a man like Benjamin Linus--he wasn’t in a hurry to die period.
Slowly, with great uncertainty, he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll do it.”
“Daniel,” Charlotte started in a warning voice.
“Miles is right,” he pointed out to Charlotte, trying to reassure himself more than her. “The sooner we get Linus, the sooner we can get ourselves and these people off of the island, right?”
She didn’t seem convinced. “Think about it, though, Dan. These people are dangerous...”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so. They’re just a little...lost, is all.”
“Dan...”
“That settles that,” Miles interrupted, stepping between them. “Let’s get moving. It’s a couple hours to their settlement and you should probably phone someone on the boat and have them prepare the payload.”
Daniel nodded, glancing down at his sat phone. This would be undoubtedly risky (and doubly dangerous for him) but there didn’t seem to be any option open to them at the moment. He just needed to stay positive, he believed. He had no intention of dying on this island...not when there was so much left to discover and analyze on it.
Focused now on the job at hand, he dialed the freighter...oblivious to the worried expression that was now creasing Charlotte’s face.