All right, this should be the last LOST fic dump for a while, or at least the last of the
jjverse fic. Sorry for spamming your flist.
Title: Of Routines
Rating: G
Characters: Rose/Bernard, Ben, Hurley
Words: 707
Rose and Bernard had found their little place of peace. Sometimes, Bernard would laugh about it all, finding it amusing that they had found peace while turmoil went on all around them. The Island seemed to attract violence and wars, he would say.
Rose would give him a stern look. No, maybe they just bring it here. Don't you blame the Island for any of that. They bring it here.
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Bernard went fishing nearly every day. And every day Rose would kiss his cheek and call him her fisherman.
At night before they went to sleep in their sturdy hut, they would walk Vincent on the beach. On Sundays they paid visit to what was left of Eko's church and left flowers on the graves.
On Tuesdays, Rose would wash clothes in the steam while Bernard checked the traps. He'd brag about how well they had held up while Rose hung the clothes and mused how strange that here, so far away from any type of civilization, they had fallen into the most comfortable of routines.
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Vincent led Bernard to Jack's body. He, in turn, brought Rose to it, and then Rose brought Hurley. The group stood around him and cried until at last Rose mentioned they needed to bury him.
They buried him with the others and Bernard marked it with a cross. It blended in with the others and anyone, should they happen upon the little graveyard, would not know that beneath one grave rested the man who saved the island.
Rose thinks of Jack every morning when she wakes up with Bernard at her side in their secluded hut.
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The first time Hurley brings Ben by Rose shoots daggers at him from across the top of her mug.
What's that little man doing here?
Ben thought he was past letting words like that hurt him now, but when the last two people on the Island don't even want him around, he can't stop his shoulders from slumping.
Hurley rests a heavy hand on his shoulder.
He's with me now, dudes. We're like, a team. He's cool.
It takes time but Rose eventually lets herself offer Ben tea when he comes around.
In a few weeks, he comes by every Friday to help Bernard chop wood.
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It's four years before anyone finds the Island again. It's a group of scared boaters who dont speak any English and it's Ben who interprets for them and asks them to stay away from where Rose and Bernard have made a home.
They obeyed without question, but Bernard looked slightly crestfallen when he learned he wouldn't get to try out his Others routine that he had been perfecting.
I have the beard and everything, he says.
Ben finds he's able to laugh right along with Hurley.
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It was Hurley's idea to celebrate Thanksgiving together. Rose said he was right: they did have much to be thankful for.
They all helped with the cooking, all making something from their previous lives, though none of them truly missed them.
After they ate, Hurley and Bernard played ball with Vincent while Ben and Rose sat and watched the ocean.
You know, you're not so bad when you're not trying to control people's lives.
Ben smiled to himself. I know.
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In time, they stop remembering the mark anniversaries. This is the day that Jack died, this is the day that the plane crashed, this is when we said goodbye to the raft. None of that really matters any more and Rose likes time better in the present.
Today I burnt myself cooking, tomorrow Hurley is coming for dinner, yesterday Vincent had a thorn in his paw.
They don't get involved with those who come to the island and it's much more satisfying to simply be involved with each other.
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After Bernard is gone, they move Rose's hut closer to the beach, closer to where Ben and Hurley stay. She doesn't seem to mind it much, but then, she doesn't mind much of anything anymore.
I've survived here long enough, she says. I can survive without him. I've done it before, only to see him again in time. It's the same way now. It won't be long.
Title: The Same
Rating: PG
Characters: Jacob, Samuel (MIB)
Words: 143
On days when Jacob particularly frustrates his brother, or sometimes for no damn reason at all, Samuel will drag him to the caves. He forces him to look upon the decaying bodies there.
See this? This is your fault, Jacob. You killed me and now it is your fault that I am this way. I'm looking at my own body, Jacob, and yet here I stand with you.
There is more than one body here, brother. You did this, as well.
And Samuel would growl in bitterness. Sometimes they would throw their fists at each other. But more often, Samuel would turn into a swirling mass of darkness and speed away, hoping it makes his brother's heart skip a beat at least once. He leaves a scent of ash in the air: a reminder of just what Jacob has done to him.
It always ends the same.