[Daniel] Embracing the Quiet

[fikgirl]

Who: Daniel
When: Day 46, late morning (one week after the luau)
Where: Camp Crash, the cook fire
Invited: Everyone!
Status: Incomplete

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[Chloe] Nightmares, pt. 1

[sinanju]

They had escaped the island. At last. They were in the Metropolis airport, surrounded by government spooks. Grim faced men in dark suits with sunglasses and coiled wire running from earpieces into the backs of their collars. A couple of them emphasized their gestures with handguns. Chloe objected but they paid no attention.

The whole group was being hustled through security--and straight toward unmarked black vans. Attempts to get past the spooks, to see or speak to or touch family and friends were repeatedly rebuffed. Daniel and Blaise tried to intervene and were both spun around, pushed against the nearest wall and handcuffed. Their protests went unheeded as they were stuffed into the back of a big limo and driven off.

Chloe thought she heard someone call her name. She looked around frantically, unable to see past the sudden crush of fellow survivors. Hurley, Scott, Locke, Adam--they surrounded her, towered over her, blocking her line of sight. She called out, "Clark?"

"Chloe?" It was Clark! Voices rose in sudden alarm--and warning. "Chloe!"

"Clark!" Chloe cried. She nearly lost her footing as the crush of people--strangers all now--began to shift away from the sound of Clark's voice. She called to him again. No answer. Chloe called Clark's name over and over, frantically, desperately.

A tumult filled the air now. People screamed. A fusillade of gunfire rose above the sound of panic. Chloe was jolted in this direction, then that. She fell to her hands and knees. Feet trampled her outstretched hands and fleeing people fell over her, scrambled up--jostling and kicking her repeatedly in the process.

Faith picked Chloe up with casual strength. Chloe felt herself shaking and welcomed Faith's one-armed hug, melting into the comforting warmth and strength her lover provided. "You gotta be more careful around those Wraith, gorgeous," Faith said.

"Wraith?" Chloe asked. Faith didn't answer. Chloe opened her eyes--when had she closed them?--to see Faith's mouth working slowly. As Chloe watched with horror the skin on Faith's face grew tight, then sagged. Her eyes grew cloudy and her hair went from dark brown to gray, coarsening until it resembled straw.

Chloe screamed to watch the firm flesh of Faith's arms shrivel, the skin hanging loose and spotted with age, her breasts drooping and flattening beneath her tank top. The tank top pressed between those breasts by an albino white hand.

The dessicated corpse that had once been her strong, sexy young lover fell to the floor and shattered into powdery ruin. Chloe stared at the Wraith, who smiled at her with sadistic satisfaction and reached for her. Chloe stood transfixed, unable to move or speak--

--and then the Wraith was gone, a white blur that vanished through a far away wall in a cloud of drywall fragments and dust. Chloe stared at the apparition which had replaced the Wraith. Her mouth worked, but no words emerged at first. She tried again. "Clark?"