Fic: Perchance to Dream (7/9)
Title: Perchance to Dream (7/9)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hurley/Libby, with apperences my many others.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish, but alas...
Summery: Yep, Hurley thought as he stood in yet another long, dark, cold hallway. It’s another hatch. Just my luck.
Author's Note: I don't think I'm the only one that found the time line of "?" a little inconsistant. It was day, it was night, then it was day again. So I'm just ignoring that all together.
Previous Parts: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
Yep, Hurley thought as he stood in yet another long, dark, cold hallway. It’s another hatch. Just my luck.
He sighed, slightly annoyed, and pulled a flashlight from his bag. He cast it to his left and saw the familiar Dharma Initiative logo, this time with a large circle in the middle. He shook his head and moved on.
This hatch wasn’t terribly different from the other one. It possessed the same eerie silence, the same sterile, hollow structure, and the same otherworldly creepiness. The way the place made Hurley feel seemed to be organic, built into the hard concrete walls. The only thing that was keeping him from running like hell was the knowledge that he had come this far, that he needed to do this, to be here, to keep Libby safe. So he stayed, feeling along the wall all the way, looking for a light switch.
“Thank god,” he whispered, turning off his flashlight and flipping on the lights. The soft, eerie glow of the florescent bulbs flooded the hallway and what appeared, at first glance, to be a 1950s living room. However, upon further examination, he found two large black and chrome chairs in front of three rows of three TVs.
He took a cautious step forward, glancing to his left and right as he moved deeper into the room. No computer in sight, no numbers, he thought. That’s a good sign.
With a deep breath, he circled the chairs, reaching out and turning on the nearest TV. It sprang to life and he was once again looking at the hatch, drenched in black and white. He gritted his teeth and shook his head. No matter how far away he got, he couldn’t escape the damn hatch.
His eyes suddenly widened and he had to struggle to breathe. However he did manage to get out, “Oh my god.”
“Libby, you must stop.”
She halted, turned quickly to the right, then to the left at the same speed. “Sayid? Is that you?” she called out into the jungle. It was dark, the sun having set over the horizon fifteen minutes ago. The only thing that illuminated the path in front of her was a flashlight, which she was now waving about frantically, searching for Sayid.
He appeared from the brush on her left, a little ways behind her. She gave a small start. She was already wound up tight as a spring, the last thing she needed was to be followed through the jungle.
“Have you been following me all this way?” she asked, recovering her breath.
“Yes,” Sayid replied. She had to respect him for his honesty and on any other occasion, she would have told him so. But this was not any other occasion. She was bound and determined to stare her fears in the eye, and walk away from them. Her control was slipping away and going down into the hatch was the only way she could see to get it back. And logical or not, that was what she was going to do.
“Sayid, I don’t have time for this,” she said, her voice betraying her urge to keep her determination a secret. Sayid saw the same headstrong attitude in her that he had seen in Hurley when he’d asked him to watch Libby. She earnestly believed that what she was going was right, as Hurley believed keeping her from the hatch was the only way to keep her safe.
He suddenly felt himself jerked back to the night that Shannon had died, a time he rarely allows his mind to visit. But this time he is pulled there, the circumstances he has found himself in all too familiar. That night Shannon had asked him, begged him through tears and pouring rain, to believe in her, even though what she was saying defied logical sense. And he had. He had seen Walt, drenched and standing in the trees. Taken aback with shock he hadn’t stopped Shannon as she’d torn into the jungle. He’d lost sight of her and then lost her altogether. The last memory he had of her was her stumbling through the mud and trees, stomach torn and bloody, and dying in his arms.
He pushed away the memories, the pain too fresh - it was as if it had all happened yesterday. He did not understand Hurley’s request, but he was determined, more so then he had been in a very long time, to keep Libby safe, even if he didn’t know from what. He would not allow Hurley to suffer the way that he suffered. No one deserved that kind of pain, but especially not Hurley.
“Libby, I must insist.” He took a step forward. “I promised Hurley that I would make sure that you stayed near the beach.”
Libby closed her eyes and nodded slowly. “Of course you did,” she muttered.
“Please Libby,” Sayid pleaded, with all of his heart. He had failed to save Shannon, but he could still save Libby. Though, it was beginning to look like he would have to fight to do so.
“I know you don’t understand this,” she said, looking him levelly in the eyes. She looked sad, lost, tired, and scared. “But I have to do this. If Hurley’s right…tell him I’m sorry.”
She ran. Sayid didn’t hesitate one second before running after her.
TBC
Part Eight
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hurley/Libby, with apperences my many others.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish, but alas...
Summery: Yep, Hurley thought as he stood in yet another long, dark, cold hallway. It’s another hatch. Just my luck.
Author's Note: I don't think I'm the only one that found the time line of "?" a little inconsistant. It was day, it was night, then it was day again. So I'm just ignoring that all together.
Previous Parts: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
Yep, Hurley thought as he stood in yet another long, dark, cold hallway. It’s another hatch. Just my luck.
He sighed, slightly annoyed, and pulled a flashlight from his bag. He cast it to his left and saw the familiar Dharma Initiative logo, this time with a large circle in the middle. He shook his head and moved on.
This hatch wasn’t terribly different from the other one. It possessed the same eerie silence, the same sterile, hollow structure, and the same otherworldly creepiness. The way the place made Hurley feel seemed to be organic, built into the hard concrete walls. The only thing that was keeping him from running like hell was the knowledge that he had come this far, that he needed to do this, to be here, to keep Libby safe. So he stayed, feeling along the wall all the way, looking for a light switch.
“Thank god,” he whispered, turning off his flashlight and flipping on the lights. The soft, eerie glow of the florescent bulbs flooded the hallway and what appeared, at first glance, to be a 1950s living room. However, upon further examination, he found two large black and chrome chairs in front of three rows of three TVs.
He took a cautious step forward, glancing to his left and right as he moved deeper into the room. No computer in sight, no numbers, he thought. That’s a good sign.
With a deep breath, he circled the chairs, reaching out and turning on the nearest TV. It sprang to life and he was once again looking at the hatch, drenched in black and white. He gritted his teeth and shook his head. No matter how far away he got, he couldn’t escape the damn hatch.
His eyes suddenly widened and he had to struggle to breathe. However he did manage to get out, “Oh my god.”
“Libby, you must stop.”
She halted, turned quickly to the right, then to the left at the same speed. “Sayid? Is that you?” she called out into the jungle. It was dark, the sun having set over the horizon fifteen minutes ago. The only thing that illuminated the path in front of her was a flashlight, which she was now waving about frantically, searching for Sayid.
He appeared from the brush on her left, a little ways behind her. She gave a small start. She was already wound up tight as a spring, the last thing she needed was to be followed through the jungle.
“Have you been following me all this way?” she asked, recovering her breath.
“Yes,” Sayid replied. She had to respect him for his honesty and on any other occasion, she would have told him so. But this was not any other occasion. She was bound and determined to stare her fears in the eye, and walk away from them. Her control was slipping away and going down into the hatch was the only way she could see to get it back. And logical or not, that was what she was going to do.
“Sayid, I don’t have time for this,” she said, her voice betraying her urge to keep her determination a secret. Sayid saw the same headstrong attitude in her that he had seen in Hurley when he’d asked him to watch Libby. She earnestly believed that what she was going was right, as Hurley believed keeping her from the hatch was the only way to keep her safe.
He suddenly felt himself jerked back to the night that Shannon had died, a time he rarely allows his mind to visit. But this time he is pulled there, the circumstances he has found himself in all too familiar. That night Shannon had asked him, begged him through tears and pouring rain, to believe in her, even though what she was saying defied logical sense. And he had. He had seen Walt, drenched and standing in the trees. Taken aback with shock he hadn’t stopped Shannon as she’d torn into the jungle. He’d lost sight of her and then lost her altogether. The last memory he had of her was her stumbling through the mud and trees, stomach torn and bloody, and dying in his arms.
He pushed away the memories, the pain too fresh - it was as if it had all happened yesterday. He did not understand Hurley’s request, but he was determined, more so then he had been in a very long time, to keep Libby safe, even if he didn’t know from what. He would not allow Hurley to suffer the way that he suffered. No one deserved that kind of pain, but especially not Hurley.
“Libby, I must insist.” He took a step forward. “I promised Hurley that I would make sure that you stayed near the beach.”
Libby closed her eyes and nodded slowly. “Of course you did,” she muttered.
“Please Libby,” Sayid pleaded, with all of his heart. He had failed to save Shannon, but he could still save Libby. Though, it was beginning to look like he would have to fight to do so.
“I know you don’t understand this,” she said, looking him levelly in the eyes. She looked sad, lost, tired, and scared. “But I have to do this. If Hurley’s right…tell him I’m sorry.”
She ran. Sayid didn’t hesitate one second before running after her.
TBC
Part Eight