Keskiviikko - Rare Pairings

[flariariia]

Today we shall commit ourselves to the one of the less followed objectives of our community; the finding of new and strange fandoms and pairing. Do you have a secret OTP that no-one ever writes about? Come here and be bold, there is nothing to be ashamed about. Perhaps someone else knows it. The rarest of pairings can produce the most memorable

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[aurilly]

Ben opened his eyes and shut them again. His head throbbed. He grimaced as he thought of the way Sun had tricked him. He had to hand it to her, though; for someone he’d always considered a delicate flower, she had certainly grown a spine. He’d have to recalibrate his interactions with her. Opening his eyes again, Ben could see that he was in the Hydra station. He was home again, and soon everything would be okay. He’d show Richard. He’d show Jacob. He’d show them all.

Walking gingerly, and clutching his still painful, but quickly healing arm, Ben made his way out of the room and into the open air. The sun shone brightly, but there was something dark in the way the survivors of Arija 316 were looking at him. For one, they were arranged in a semi-circle, as if waiting for him to come out. And at the center, with a placid smile on his face, was John Locke, terrifyingly alive and well. Ben had suspected that this might happen, but it was the first time he’d actually seen the kind of resurrection Richard had long ago hinted was possible on this island.

Summoning an air of casual nonchalance, he ignored Locke and waved at the group, innocently shielding his eyes from the sun’s glare. “Hello,” he called.

But everyone continued to look at him suspiciously. To Ben’s surprise, many of them turned to look at Locke. “Hello, Ben. I’ve already told them everything. I’ve told them about the Dharma initiative. I’ve told them that you murdered an entire community of unsuspecting scientists and buried them in a mass grave. I’ve told them about Oceanic 815 crashing here and how you ordered abductions and murders. I’ve told them all about what awaits them on the main island. I’ve told them that you killed me. I’ve shown them my coffin. I’ve told them that the only reason you were on this plane was because you knew it would crash here, and that you didn’t care about the lives that would be lost or ruined by letting other people than yourself board the plane. I’ve told them everything and they believe me. Now let’s see you talk your way out of this.”

The faces of the survivors corroborated John’s words. There was anger there, and fear. There were fifty of them, and only one bruised one of him. Ben would have to think fast.

[asimaiyat]

nice. :D I can totally picture the smile on John's face as he says that.

Your icon is also amazing.