More Lost Fic
This was written for a challenge at jjverse where we had to write a short fic on what we thought or wanted to happen for the end of LOST.
This is my version. I don't read spoilers, so if any of this comes true I guess I'm just damn good.
Title: In the End
Rating: PG
In the end, it didn't matter who was right or who was wrong. It didn't matter who took Jacob's place or who didn't live to see it.
It didn't matter that Kate died so Claire could have her spot on their last hope of getting home. And it didn't really matter that that last hope never came and Claire disappeared into the jungle, speaking her broken heart to the silent trees.
Ben found his own loophole to kill the man who looked like Locke and it didn't matter that he nearly wept as he killed Locke a second time. That, he later remarked, was nothing he would have seen in his destiny.
When Sawyer left with Desmond, Jack stood on the beach and watched them go. He thought of all the things Jacob had said and he thought of all the things he now knew. And Jack wished to look out upon the ocean and paint his thoughts there, or perhaps to throw them to distant lands and bring people to share it all with. That night, Jack walked through the jungle and listened to every voice as it whispered his arrival. Jacob had already told him he would understand and know the voices, but Jack marveled at it all the same.
Jacob had told him many things but not that Jack would die in the same explosion that killed Miles.
Ben took Jack's place and so, though he was very changed, earned the island he had so long fought for. Ben had been tested and humbled and now stood on the cliff with Hurley by his side. Hurley: his adviser and insurance against pride. In his thoughtful moments, Hurley would turn to Ben. Dude, do you think Jacob planned this all along and maybe he never told anyone you were a candidate to protect you and to like, make you good and stuff?
I don't know, Ben would answer. It doesn't really matter
None of it mattered in the end. The waves would eventually wash away the blood on the sand and time would bring people who wanted to steal the light. The Island had been saved and the light would be protected for as long as Ben could manage. That, at least, mattered.
The Island was empty now, save Ben and Hurley and a mad woman lost forever in the jungle. It would not forever be so.
And it didn't really matter.
This is my version. I don't read spoilers, so if any of this comes true I guess I'm just damn good.
Title: In the End
Rating: PG
In the end, it didn't matter who was right or who was wrong. It didn't matter who took Jacob's place or who didn't live to see it.
It didn't matter that Kate died so Claire could have her spot on their last hope of getting home. And it didn't really matter that that last hope never came and Claire disappeared into the jungle, speaking her broken heart to the silent trees.
Ben found his own loophole to kill the man who looked like Locke and it didn't matter that he nearly wept as he killed Locke a second time. That, he later remarked, was nothing he would have seen in his destiny.
When Sawyer left with Desmond, Jack stood on the beach and watched them go. He thought of all the things Jacob had said and he thought of all the things he now knew. And Jack wished to look out upon the ocean and paint his thoughts there, or perhaps to throw them to distant lands and bring people to share it all with. That night, Jack walked through the jungle and listened to every voice as it whispered his arrival. Jacob had already told him he would understand and know the voices, but Jack marveled at it all the same.
Jacob had told him many things but not that Jack would die in the same explosion that killed Miles.
Ben took Jack's place and so, though he was very changed, earned the island he had so long fought for. Ben had been tested and humbled and now stood on the cliff with Hurley by his side. Hurley: his adviser and insurance against pride. In his thoughtful moments, Hurley would turn to Ben. Dude, do you think Jacob planned this all along and maybe he never told anyone you were a candidate to protect you and to like, make you good and stuff?
I don't know, Ben would answer. It doesn't really matter
None of it mattered in the end. The waves would eventually wash away the blood on the sand and time would bring people who wanted to steal the light. The Island had been saved and the light would be protected for as long as Ben could manage. That, at least, mattered.
The Island was empty now, save Ben and Hurley and a mad woman lost forever in the jungle. It would not forever be so.
And it didn't really matter.