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Title: The Broken and the Holy (Vacation for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Various and many
Words: 1350
Summary: Anything can happen in this series, and probably will
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: For this luau, I'm going to write what might be the craziest book on the planet (though it'd seem perfectly sane on Craphole Island, where crazy is normal). Each chapter is based on one of YOUR prompts. I might not go in order, as some prompts work better for a certain chapter than others. For instance, I'm starting with the second Queen's request, andpurestvixen, since you requested Sawyer, and he's my very most favorite, he's getting a pivotal chapter toward the end. Anything goes here; the first chapter has elements of fantasty (though I'm not a fantasy writer); other chapters will have schmoop and humor and action (of all kinds ;)), unusual pairings and het and slash and everything but the kitchen sink, unless someone requests the kitchen sink, and then I will gladly include it.
Chapter 1
It had been a long time since Christian had let any of them into Room 23, the Watching Room. So they were surprised when he summoned them all there quickly – almost impatiently. Christian never got impatient; why would he need to when all the plans were laid out so far in advance by Jacob? But now Christian was bordering on agitation as he strode around (Christian never ran) rounding up the Foundlings and herding them all like sheep into the little room.
Shannon, of course, complained. She’d been sitting amidst a beauty of flora contemplating her toenails, trying to decide which of the flowers’ colors would look best on her. That was her favorite part of the island; it always provided colors for her beauty needs. She only roused herself reluctantly when Boone threatened her with no supper if she didn’t cooperate. Since she’d moved from the Lost realm to the Foundling realm Shannon had discovered that she loved to eat; adored food (especially chocolate) because no matter how much she ate, her stomach stayed nice and flat. Of course, it was Boone who did the hunting and gathering, so it was easy for him to bribe Shannon to do what he wanted her to do. Shannon didn’t seem to notice what he was up to, just as long as she was fed and pampered and adored. This made Boone secretly, giddily happy.
The others were off doing their individual things; Eko was putting the finishing touches on his magnificent new church, Ana was helping him as their eternal debate over which religion God was waged on and on and Libby, who was also helping, smiled and held her tongue because she knew that their conversations were based on trying to find common ground in a friendship that was strong enough to work it out. Charlie sat on the ground nearby, playing old songs on his guitar that provided a soundtrack for their conversation; songs that he knew the Lost would hear late at night on their radio. Charlie would’ve been happier if he’d been allowed to sing, but Christian told him that Jacob forbade it because the Lost were not allow to hear or see the Foundlings except in special circumstances, always dictated by Jacob and rarely making sense to the Foundlings themselves. Still, nobody disobeyed Jacob.
There weren’t many rules here in the Foundling realm. There were only the few passed on from Jacob by Christian; stay away from the Lost, and if they ever get too close to the invisible gate that separates the realms, hide. If they must speak at those times, whisper. Aside from this and, of course, the commandment that Jacob was to be obeyed always, unquestioningly, the only other rule in the Foundling realm was to be happy. There was no war here, no serious conflict, no “monsters,” no danger. The island was big and the Foundlings were relatively few (though their number had grown a lot since Flight 815 made its sudden arrival), but there was still room for everyone to find their perfect place. Some chose the beach, some chose the caves, some chose the jungle because in this realm, danger was nothing but a remembered relic of their old lives. The Foundling realm was free of danger and nuisance – everything from sharks to mosquitoes. The sky was blue and the wind was balmy, and the rains came right on schedule for an hour every day (that’s when the Foundlings napped). The sun shined and, as in their former lives in the Lost realm, sometimes bounty fell from the sky, like packs that had dropped off of Santa’s Sleigh on his way to Christmas in the other realm. The rest of the time they had an abundance of boar and seafood and fruit and grains, and because their diets and the fresh air and the beauty all around them kept them healthy, the Foundlings had the energy to run and to play and to dance, and almost always, they were happy.
“Consider it a lifelong vacation,” Christian Shephard told each new, bewildered arrival. “And when I say lifelong, I do mean long. You’ll never have to leave if you don’t want to.”
“What if I want to?” a few of the newly-arrived asked. Charlie had been one of them, as had Boone. That was when Christian took them to the Watching Room and told them, “You won’t.” There they saw the fates of their loved ones and understood that there was no reason to leave. Shannon joined Boone within days, as usually happened with friends and lovers – Nikki and Paulo, Alex and Karl (as well as Danielle), Colleen and Pickett, Eko and Yemi. And Charlie, well, Charlie’s circumstance was special, and he glowed with pride when he saw where Claire had gone. He couldn’t even miss her when he was so very happy for her.
And the others, the ones who arrived alone and left loved ones behind forever because those who weren’t on the island couldn’t ascend to its upper realms, they were turned over to Libby who reunited then with others they’d lost, or who facilitated new friendships. Bonnie and Greta ran into each other’s arms, Goodwin and Ethan shared a typically awkward man-hug, Tom smiled hugely when he saw Boone (a judgment call on Libby’s part that worked out nicely for all), and Naomi hadn’t been in the realm for a week before everyone was talking about her “thing” with the Marshal, Edward Mars. So when the day came that everything changed, almost every Foundling was happy, and basking in the sunshine of their endless vacation.
On that fateful day Christian, the Shephard, gathered his flock into one place, Room 23, the Watching Room. Everyone looked around because the group was so often scattered, many hadn’t seen the others in a long time. Some stared at Michael, their one holdout who refused friendship or happiness, who lived in a cave and flagellated himself unless one of the healers – Ethan or Libby – came along to stop him and put salve on his welts. But there were others who attracted attention because they simply glowed, like Alex and Karl, who’d decided that the Foundling Realm was their garden of Eden and they’d honeymoon there forever – but only after Danielle proposed (rather insistently) that they take the proper vows as Mr. Eko officiated. There were Paulo and Nikki, who kept to themselves after finding out that they were just as invisible to the other Foundlings as they’d been to the Lost. Pickett and Tom and Colleen stood in a corner, heads close together as they whispered, and Roger Linus and Horace Goodspeed watched them closely. The Foundling Realm might be a place of peace and harmony, but its inhabitants’ memories were intact. Sometimes it was better if they abided by their unspoken policy of “Live and let live. From a distance.”
Their attention was diverted quickly enough, though, when the screen on the wall lit up and a fantastic sight appeared. A small yelp was heard, one that contained agony and perhaps even fear, from Roger Linus, who covered his watering eyes. On the screen, Ben Linus was in an artic-like place, pushing on the bar of a giant wheel. Like his father, his eyes were watering, and not just from the mighty effort of body and willpower he was putting into his task. No, he was putting everything he had into it, right down to the dregs of his soul, and his soul was crying. Just as his father’s was.
There were no windows in Room 23, but those inside still felt the heat and sensed the intense light that brightened as the wheel moved. Some of them had seen that kind of light before, back when they were among the Lost. But none had ever seen it in the Foundling realm. There were murmurs of confusion, and everyone looked to Christian for guidance.
Christian quickly wiped the look of consternation off of his own face and hoped no one had noticed it. He cleared his throat. “Well, my children,” he said in a sonorous voice that he hoped conveyed confidence and authority, “It looks like the vacation might be over.”
TBC
Link to Chapter 2
lostsquee luau offering. If you wanna know, the A/N explains it as well as it can be explained. :)Title: The Broken and the Holy (Vacation for
gottalovev) Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Various and many
Words: 1350
Summary: Anything can happen in this series, and probably will
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: For this luau, I'm going to write what might be the craziest book on the planet (though it'd seem perfectly sane on Craphole Island, where crazy is normal). Each chapter is based on one of YOUR prompts. I might not go in order, as some prompts work better for a certain chapter than others. For instance, I'm starting with the second Queen's request, and
purestvixen, since you requested Sawyer, and he's my very most favorite, he's getting a pivotal chapter toward the end. Anything goes here; the first chapter has elements of fantasty (though I'm not a fantasy writer); other chapters will have schmoop and humor and action (of all kinds ;)), unusual pairings and het and slash and everything but the kitchen sink, unless someone requests the kitchen sink, and then I will gladly include it.Chapter 1
It had been a long time since Christian had let any of them into Room 23, the Watching Room. So they were surprised when he summoned them all there quickly – almost impatiently. Christian never got impatient; why would he need to when all the plans were laid out so far in advance by Jacob? But now Christian was bordering on agitation as he strode around (Christian never ran) rounding up the Foundlings and herding them all like sheep into the little room.
Shannon, of course, complained. She’d been sitting amidst a beauty of flora contemplating her toenails, trying to decide which of the flowers’ colors would look best on her. That was her favorite part of the island; it always provided colors for her beauty needs. She only roused herself reluctantly when Boone threatened her with no supper if she didn’t cooperate. Since she’d moved from the Lost realm to the Foundling realm Shannon had discovered that she loved to eat; adored food (especially chocolate) because no matter how much she ate, her stomach stayed nice and flat. Of course, it was Boone who did the hunting and gathering, so it was easy for him to bribe Shannon to do what he wanted her to do. Shannon didn’t seem to notice what he was up to, just as long as she was fed and pampered and adored. This made Boone secretly, giddily happy.
The others were off doing their individual things; Eko was putting the finishing touches on his magnificent new church, Ana was helping him as their eternal debate over which religion God was waged on and on and Libby, who was also helping, smiled and held her tongue because she knew that their conversations were based on trying to find common ground in a friendship that was strong enough to work it out. Charlie sat on the ground nearby, playing old songs on his guitar that provided a soundtrack for their conversation; songs that he knew the Lost would hear late at night on their radio. Charlie would’ve been happier if he’d been allowed to sing, but Christian told him that Jacob forbade it because the Lost were not allow to hear or see the Foundlings except in special circumstances, always dictated by Jacob and rarely making sense to the Foundlings themselves. Still, nobody disobeyed Jacob.
There weren’t many rules here in the Foundling realm. There were only the few passed on from Jacob by Christian; stay away from the Lost, and if they ever get too close to the invisible gate that separates the realms, hide. If they must speak at those times, whisper. Aside from this and, of course, the commandment that Jacob was to be obeyed always, unquestioningly, the only other rule in the Foundling realm was to be happy. There was no war here, no serious conflict, no “monsters,” no danger. The island was big and the Foundlings were relatively few (though their number had grown a lot since Flight 815 made its sudden arrival), but there was still room for everyone to find their perfect place. Some chose the beach, some chose the caves, some chose the jungle because in this realm, danger was nothing but a remembered relic of their old lives. The Foundling realm was free of danger and nuisance – everything from sharks to mosquitoes. The sky was blue and the wind was balmy, and the rains came right on schedule for an hour every day (that’s when the Foundlings napped). The sun shined and, as in their former lives in the Lost realm, sometimes bounty fell from the sky, like packs that had dropped off of Santa’s Sleigh on his way to Christmas in the other realm. The rest of the time they had an abundance of boar and seafood and fruit and grains, and because their diets and the fresh air and the beauty all around them kept them healthy, the Foundlings had the energy to run and to play and to dance, and almost always, they were happy.
“Consider it a lifelong vacation,” Christian Shephard told each new, bewildered arrival. “And when I say lifelong, I do mean long. You’ll never have to leave if you don’t want to.”
“What if I want to?” a few of the newly-arrived asked. Charlie had been one of them, as had Boone. That was when Christian took them to the Watching Room and told them, “You won’t.” There they saw the fates of their loved ones and understood that there was no reason to leave. Shannon joined Boone within days, as usually happened with friends and lovers – Nikki and Paulo, Alex and Karl (as well as Danielle), Colleen and Pickett, Eko and Yemi. And Charlie, well, Charlie’s circumstance was special, and he glowed with pride when he saw where Claire had gone. He couldn’t even miss her when he was so very happy for her.
And the others, the ones who arrived alone and left loved ones behind forever because those who weren’t on the island couldn’t ascend to its upper realms, they were turned over to Libby who reunited then with others they’d lost, or who facilitated new friendships. Bonnie and Greta ran into each other’s arms, Goodwin and Ethan shared a typically awkward man-hug, Tom smiled hugely when he saw Boone (a judgment call on Libby’s part that worked out nicely for all), and Naomi hadn’t been in the realm for a week before everyone was talking about her “thing” with the Marshal, Edward Mars. So when the day came that everything changed, almost every Foundling was happy, and basking in the sunshine of their endless vacation.
On that fateful day Christian, the Shephard, gathered his flock into one place, Room 23, the Watching Room. Everyone looked around because the group was so often scattered, many hadn’t seen the others in a long time. Some stared at Michael, their one holdout who refused friendship or happiness, who lived in a cave and flagellated himself unless one of the healers – Ethan or Libby – came along to stop him and put salve on his welts. But there were others who attracted attention because they simply glowed, like Alex and Karl, who’d decided that the Foundling Realm was their garden of Eden and they’d honeymoon there forever – but only after Danielle proposed (rather insistently) that they take the proper vows as Mr. Eko officiated. There were Paulo and Nikki, who kept to themselves after finding out that they were just as invisible to the other Foundlings as they’d been to the Lost. Pickett and Tom and Colleen stood in a corner, heads close together as they whispered, and Roger Linus and Horace Goodspeed watched them closely. The Foundling Realm might be a place of peace and harmony, but its inhabitants’ memories were intact. Sometimes it was better if they abided by their unspoken policy of “Live and let live. From a distance.”
Their attention was diverted quickly enough, though, when the screen on the wall lit up and a fantastic sight appeared. A small yelp was heard, one that contained agony and perhaps even fear, from Roger Linus, who covered his watering eyes. On the screen, Ben Linus was in an artic-like place, pushing on the bar of a giant wheel. Like his father, his eyes were watering, and not just from the mighty effort of body and willpower he was putting into his task. No, he was putting everything he had into it, right down to the dregs of his soul, and his soul was crying. Just as his father’s was.
There were no windows in Room 23, but those inside still felt the heat and sensed the intense light that brightened as the wheel moved. Some of them had seen that kind of light before, back when they were among the Lost. But none had ever seen it in the Foundling realm. There were murmurs of confusion, and everyone looked to Christian for guidance.
Christian quickly wiped the look of consternation off of his own face and hoped no one had noticed it. He cleared his throat. “Well, my children,” he said in a sonorous voice that he hoped conveyed confidence and authority, “It looks like the vacation might be over.”
TBC
Link to Chapter 2
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Date: 2008-07-18 08:00 pm (UTC)I can't begin to name all the things I loved about this; Christian running the show; the explanation for the whispers; the fantastic in-characterness (so not a word, but I'm too excited to be coherent!) of everyone involved; the subtle differences between the Foundlings and the still-living; the concept of Eden - which is just bound to go spectacularly and unexpectedly awry, thanks to the wiles of the living; the mystery of Claire; the heartbreak of Ben and Roger; Charlie.
And Charlie.
And more Charlie, just because I adored this take on his 'death' so very much. Him strumming his guitar and wanting to sing but not being able to because Jacob (the fascist! ; ) ) won't let him. Too, too perfect, all of it!
I simply can't wait for the coming chapters! This series may possibly be the best idea anyone's ever had - thank you ever so much for starting this!!
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Date: 2008-07-19 03:47 am (UTC)the concept of Eden - which is just bound to go spectacularly and unexpectedly awry
You're psychic, right? ;)
I'm so glad you said you liked my characterizations (even Charlie!) because I've decided to set aside all my preconceived notions about my abilities/inabilities to write certain characters and just go for it. And to write nicely -- or at least fairly -- about those I, um, harbor ill will for. It's been quite an experience so far, and who knows what the coming chapters will bring? Er, not me! Here's to the journey, not the destination!
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Date: 2008-07-18 11:01 pm (UTC)Also, I'm not 100% sure but I think that Eko's brother's name is spelt Yemi, with only one m?
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Date: 2008-07-19 03:51 am (UTC)I'm so glad you picked up on the sense of peace; they still have their memories and even some gripes, but they've found a way to overcome it all for the sake of peace. So unlike what's gone on with the living...
*cue ominous music*
Yeah, you got me, I got lazy with my research and spelled Yemi's name wrong. Thanks for spotting it before too many people read it! ♥
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Date: 2008-07-19 01:29 am (UTC)Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2008-07-19 03:58 am (UTC)Um, should I shut up and just politely say "thank you?"
THANK YOU!
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Date: 2008-07-19 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 04:03 am (UTC)incorporating everyone's requests into a connected story
I did this once before, on a much smaller scale, for something else and I can't remember what. It was probably a
Thank you thank you thank you! ♥
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Date: 2008-07-19 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-20 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-20 02:51 am (UTC)THAT is why I started writing this. It was wonderful to write about all the people who were gone, people I've wanted to write on the island but they kept disappearing at astronomical rates. For a while I got them all together and happy. And thank you for saying that about Karl and Alex's wedding, because that was my favorite part, too. :)
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of this...wherever it ends up! ♥
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Date: 2008-07-20 08:32 pm (UTC)Onto Chapter 2! :)
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Date: 2008-07-22 07:57 pm (UTC)Hee! That's a very nice way to say "crazy." Thank you! :D
I think it's gonna be really fun to write this based on everybody's prompts, because this way even I don't know exactly where things will go (though I have a general idea). And I love it that you use the word "reunited," because that's going to be a strong theme here -- people being reunited sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
Thank you SOOOO much for reading and liking! ♥
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Date: 2008-07-21 01:17 am (UTC)sorry I am late on reading and commenting, but I just came back from vacations, so I needed to play catch up a bit (well a LOT. OMG. not sure I'll manage!)
thanks so much babe for such an unique gift! my favorite part was the whispers explanation, and I love that you have everyone there ready to play with =D
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Date: 2008-07-22 08:07 pm (UTC)I'm happy that you got the first chapter, because the concept of death on the island being more of a "vacation" than an ending really made me happy. Writing it that way, I could stop mourning all the departed -- and it seemed like nearly *everybody* was departing there at the end of S4, didn't it?
No worries about being late, love. I don't think I'll even be able to read the luau fics until after the luau, if I want to write a chapter for everybody's prompt. But "late" is far better than "never," that's my motto! ;)
my favorite part was the whispers explanation
Oh oh oh! I have something more to say about the "hows" and "whys" of the whispers, but I think I'll wait and explain that in the next chapter I write that's set on the island. I love it that it's your favoring part!
I'm SOOOOO glad you liked this! Your prompt started it all, so I owe you a gazillion THANK YOU's. ♥ ♥ ♥