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tellshannon815) wrote2008-06-07 12:01 am
tellshannon815) wrote2008-06-07 12:01 am
Return To Me
Title: Return To Me
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Rose, Charlie, Shannon, Jack. Mentions of Boone and Bernard.
Warnings: You've probably seen it all now, but spoilers up through the first few episodes of S2.
Summary: An old fic I wrote ages ago but never posted until now, two conversations Rose never had on the island. Set around the timeline of ...And Found, Charlie and Shannon try to talk to Rose about Bernard.
"Hey, Rose."
Rose turned away from the fire to see Charlie standing behind her. "Hello, Charlie."
Charlie sat down beside Rose, smiling awkwardly at her. "Claire wanted a little time with the baby alone," he said by way of an explanation. "And I thought you were looking a little sad over there, so I came to see how you were."
Rose smiled. "I’m okay. Just thinking."
Charlie nodded. "Apollo Bars," he said, picking one up from a stash Rose had beside her, then putting it down again. "I’d never heard of these before," he mused. "But Hurley’s rather partial to them. Sweet tooth, eh?"
Rose shook her head. "They’re not for me. They’re for Bernard. He’s the one with the sweet tooth, not me."
"Rose," Charlie began, but Rose continued "You know what the funny thing is? Bernard’s a dentist. He spends his days telling kids they have to be cutting down on the candy bars, then he gets home and starts stuffing his face with candy."
Charlie laughed.
Rose’s face suddenly became solemn. "I’ve been saving these for him ever since Hurley first showed me the food store in that place. I don’t know what he’s living on where he is right now, but I bet he isn’t getting any of his favourite candy right now."
Charlie sighed. "Rose, your husband was in the tail section of the plane."
"And he’s somewhere on the island now." Rose replied. "He’s safe. I know it. And he’s coming home to me."
"Rose, there’s no way anyone could have made it from the tail section."
"Claire came back to you, Charlie," Rose pointed out. "And Bernard is coming back to me."
"Something wrong there, Charlie?" Jack asked.
"I was just talking to Rose," Charlie replied. "She’s still saying that she believes her husband’s alive. I didn’t really know what to say to her, but I think maybe somebody should. Talk to her, I mean."
"I tried that before," Jack reminded him. "It didn’t make any difference."
"Maybe I should try talking to her," offered a new voice. Charlie spun around to find himself faced with Shannon.
"Um, yeah." Charlie attempted to mask his surprise. "Good idea."
I’m not completely useless, you know, Shannon thought, but didn’t say it.
"Hey, Rose," she said as she flopped down next to her.
Rose regarded her shrewdly. "They sent you over here to talk to me, didn’t they?"
Shannon flushed. "No. I wanted to. Besides, I just got off hatch duty, and I’m in the mood for some company right now."
Rose continued to regard Shannon thoughtfully. "You don’t like the hatch, do you?"
Shannon shook her head. "No."
"Me neither." Rose replied. "Hurley was talking about the laundry room and the shower, but we have the air and the sea. I figure we don’t need the hatch."
"You know that my brother was desperate to find out what was inside the hatch," Shannon began. "It drove us apart, because he felt he couldn’t talk to me about it. If it wasn’t for the hatch, he wouldn’t have kept going off into the jungle with Locke and wouldn’t have been on the Beechcraft."
"I never thought of it like that," Rose admitted.
"And then when they did get it open," Shannon continued, "what did they find? A stupid computer. Was the hatch really worth my brother’s life?"
Rose reached out and took Shannon’s hand.
"it can’t have been easy," she said, "losing the person you love most on the island."
"He was worried about you, you know," Shannon remembered. "Right after the crash, the day of the memorial. He was worried about how you were dealing with losing your husband."
Rose began "Sweetie, I…"
"I think he’d have wanted me to talk to you today," Shannon continued as if Rose had not spoken. "You know where I was right after Boone died," she said, referring to her attempt to shoot Locke. "But I found talking about it with Sayid helped me a lot. Vincent too," Shannon mused that Walt had been right all along. "Maybe you should talk to someone too."
Rose paused for a moment, considering this new Shannon. This girl taking the time to comfort somebody else seemed so different from the Shannon she had first met, the one who had spent the day after the crash giving herself a manicure. "Oh, honey," she began awkwardly, "I can only imagine what you’re going through right now, and I appreciate the thought. But I haven’t lost my husband. He’s here, on the island somewhere. And I have faith that the Lord will bring him back to me."
"it’s been seven weeks, Rose," Shannon pointed out.
"He’s coming back to me," Rose insisted. "Trust me, honey. I know."
"Did you get anywhere with her?" Jack asked when Shannon returned to the beach camp.
Shannon shook her head. "She still thinks he’s alive."
Jack nodded. "I thought she might. But at least you tried."
Shannon debated with herself for a minute, then burst out "Maybe we shouldn’t keep trying to tell her."
"What good will that do?" Jack demanded. "It just isn’t possible for anyone to have survived from there."
"As long as we haven’t found the bodies," Shannon began, "she still has hope. I saw Boone dead, Jack. There’s no hope for me. But there’s hope for her, and I don’t want to be the one to take that from her."
They could tell rose all they liked that her husband was dead.
But Rose knew that wasn’t true.
Bernard was here, he was safe and he was coming home to her.
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Rose, Charlie, Shannon, Jack. Mentions of Boone and Bernard.
Warnings: You've probably seen it all now, but spoilers up through the first few episodes of S2.
Summary: An old fic I wrote ages ago but never posted until now, two conversations Rose never had on the island. Set around the timeline of ...And Found, Charlie and Shannon try to talk to Rose about Bernard.
"Hey, Rose."
Rose turned away from the fire to see Charlie standing behind her. "Hello, Charlie."
Charlie sat down beside Rose, smiling awkwardly at her. "Claire wanted a little time with the baby alone," he said by way of an explanation. "And I thought you were looking a little sad over there, so I came to see how you were."
Rose smiled. "I’m okay. Just thinking."
Charlie nodded. "Apollo Bars," he said, picking one up from a stash Rose had beside her, then putting it down again. "I’d never heard of these before," he mused. "But Hurley’s rather partial to them. Sweet tooth, eh?"
Rose shook her head. "They’re not for me. They’re for Bernard. He’s the one with the sweet tooth, not me."
"Rose," Charlie began, but Rose continued "You know what the funny thing is? Bernard’s a dentist. He spends his days telling kids they have to be cutting down on the candy bars, then he gets home and starts stuffing his face with candy."
Charlie laughed.
Rose’s face suddenly became solemn. "I’ve been saving these for him ever since Hurley first showed me the food store in that place. I don’t know what he’s living on where he is right now, but I bet he isn’t getting any of his favourite candy right now."
Charlie sighed. "Rose, your husband was in the tail section of the plane."
"And he’s somewhere on the island now." Rose replied. "He’s safe. I know it. And he’s coming home to me."
"Rose, there’s no way anyone could have made it from the tail section."
"Claire came back to you, Charlie," Rose pointed out. "And Bernard is coming back to me."
"Something wrong there, Charlie?" Jack asked.
"I was just talking to Rose," Charlie replied. "She’s still saying that she believes her husband’s alive. I didn’t really know what to say to her, but I think maybe somebody should. Talk to her, I mean."
"I tried that before," Jack reminded him. "It didn’t make any difference."
"Maybe I should try talking to her," offered a new voice. Charlie spun around to find himself faced with Shannon.
"Um, yeah." Charlie attempted to mask his surprise. "Good idea."
I’m not completely useless, you know, Shannon thought, but didn’t say it.
"Hey, Rose," she said as she flopped down next to her.
Rose regarded her shrewdly. "They sent you over here to talk to me, didn’t they?"
Shannon flushed. "No. I wanted to. Besides, I just got off hatch duty, and I’m in the mood for some company right now."
Rose continued to regard Shannon thoughtfully. "You don’t like the hatch, do you?"
Shannon shook her head. "No."
"Me neither." Rose replied. "Hurley was talking about the laundry room and the shower, but we have the air and the sea. I figure we don’t need the hatch."
"You know that my brother was desperate to find out what was inside the hatch," Shannon began. "It drove us apart, because he felt he couldn’t talk to me about it. If it wasn’t for the hatch, he wouldn’t have kept going off into the jungle with Locke and wouldn’t have been on the Beechcraft."
"I never thought of it like that," Rose admitted.
"And then when they did get it open," Shannon continued, "what did they find? A stupid computer. Was the hatch really worth my brother’s life?"
Rose reached out and took Shannon’s hand.
"it can’t have been easy," she said, "losing the person you love most on the island."
"He was worried about you, you know," Shannon remembered. "Right after the crash, the day of the memorial. He was worried about how you were dealing with losing your husband."
Rose began "Sweetie, I…"
"I think he’d have wanted me to talk to you today," Shannon continued as if Rose had not spoken. "You know where I was right after Boone died," she said, referring to her attempt to shoot Locke. "But I found talking about it with Sayid helped me a lot. Vincent too," Shannon mused that Walt had been right all along. "Maybe you should talk to someone too."
Rose paused for a moment, considering this new Shannon. This girl taking the time to comfort somebody else seemed so different from the Shannon she had first met, the one who had spent the day after the crash giving herself a manicure. "Oh, honey," she began awkwardly, "I can only imagine what you’re going through right now, and I appreciate the thought. But I haven’t lost my husband. He’s here, on the island somewhere. And I have faith that the Lord will bring him back to me."
"it’s been seven weeks, Rose," Shannon pointed out.
"He’s coming back to me," Rose insisted. "Trust me, honey. I know."
"Did you get anywhere with her?" Jack asked when Shannon returned to the beach camp.
Shannon shook her head. "She still thinks he’s alive."
Jack nodded. "I thought she might. But at least you tried."
Shannon debated with herself for a minute, then burst out "Maybe we shouldn’t keep trying to tell her."
"What good will that do?" Jack demanded. "It just isn’t possible for anyone to have survived from there."
"As long as we haven’t found the bodies," Shannon began, "she still has hope. I saw Boone dead, Jack. There’s no hope for me. But there’s hope for her, and I don’t want to be the one to take that from her."
They could tell rose all they liked that her husband was dead.
But Rose knew that wasn’t true.
Bernard was here, he was safe and he was coming home to her.