Lost ficlet
May. 6th, 2010 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psocopteraOk, I know the series isn't technically over yet, but it feels like it might as well be, so here, have an epilogue. 292 words.
2030
Sydney, Australia
"So we all have that in common," he finishes, "And that's why it has to be all six of us."
He looks around the table. Aaron is nodding, looking thoughtful, the Hume boy, God help him, looks excited, Ji Yeon's jaw is set determinedly, but that's her customary expression.
Clementine has crossed her arms and is shooting him an extremely suspicious glare.
"But if this island is where they all vanished," she drawls, "Wouldn't it make more sense to stay the hell away from it?"
He holds her gaze, keeps his face neutral. He had known she'd be a hard sell, but he also knows she'll be a good leader for the rest of them, once she convinces herself.
"But how can you even…" The interruption peters out when they both turn to look, and the speaker gulps. This last recruit is nervous, confused; he'd scrolled back and forth through the information packet earlier with an expression of blank bewilderment. Dr. Julian Carlson might have the degree, but his aunt's cool brilliance doesn't seem to be a family trait. And yet… all the signs point to him.
"If I'm right," he finally replies to the first question, "Then it doesn't matter; one way or another, we will be drawn there. At least this way we go in prepared. If I'm wrong, we're not going to find it in the first place."
"I'm not asking you to trust me," he says. "I'm saying that we have an opportunity here, to act instead of react, to go in with answers instead of questions."
Walt smiles; the lights in the room flicker a little. "We have work to do," he says, "Let's get ready."
2030
Sydney, Australia
"So we all have that in common," he finishes, "And that's why it has to be all six of us."
He looks around the table. Aaron is nodding, looking thoughtful, the Hume boy, God help him, looks excited, Ji Yeon's jaw is set determinedly, but that's her customary expression.
Clementine has crossed her arms and is shooting him an extremely suspicious glare.
"But if this island is where they all vanished," she drawls, "Wouldn't it make more sense to stay the hell away from it?"
He holds her gaze, keeps his face neutral. He had known she'd be a hard sell, but he also knows she'll be a good leader for the rest of them, once she convinces herself.
"But how can you even…" The interruption peters out when they both turn to look, and the speaker gulps. This last recruit is nervous, confused; he'd scrolled back and forth through the information packet earlier with an expression of blank bewilderment. Dr. Julian Carlson might have the degree, but his aunt's cool brilliance doesn't seem to be a family trait. And yet… all the signs point to him.
"If I'm right," he finally replies to the first question, "Then it doesn't matter; one way or another, we will be drawn there. At least this way we go in prepared. If I'm wrong, we're not going to find it in the first place."
"I'm not asking you to trust me," he says. "I'm saying that we have an opportunity here, to act instead of react, to go in with answers instead of questions."
Walt smiles; the lights in the room flicker a little. "We have work to do," he says, "Let's get ready."
