Fic: If It Don't End in Bloodshed, Dear, It's Probably Not Love (Aaron/Ji Yeon)
Title: If It Don't End in Bloodshed, Dear, It's Probably Not Love
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron is twenty five years old when his feet first touch the sand of the island. He turns around to help his wife off of the raft and along after him. Ji Yeon is twenty four when her feet first touch the sand of the island.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For Queen angeldylan628, who wanted the next generation, which gave me the perfect excuse to write my future!otp again! ♥
Aaron is twenty five years old when his feet first touch the sand of the island. He turns around to help his wife off of the raft and along after him. Ji Yeon is twenty four when her feet first touch the sand of the island.
"I told you," he says to her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"Yes, you're brilliant," she sarcastically replies. It isn't as if they hadn't had a great deal of help getting to this point. She takes a moment to look around. It isn't what she had expected. It looks so still, beautiful. Normal, almost.
"He isn't here," Aaron comments, his head darting left then right.
"He will be," Ji replies, assuredly.
Aaron turns to her. "How can you be sure?"
"This is what he does," Ji replies. Aaron knows it too, he just doesn't trust it. He gets that from his mother. Or, from Kate. Aaron hates when she calls Kate his mother. Neither of them are used to the lie that Aaron's childhood was built on yet, and it makes him particularly bitter.
That's a great deal of why they're here.
"He puts people where they're supposed to be," she reminds him. He doesn't say anything, only shrugs, and she shakes her head at him.
"So we're just supposed to wait?"
Ji drops her backpack to the sand and turns to him. "Do you have somewhere else to be?" she asks. She swears, he about drives her up the wall sometimes. He sighs and shakes his head, so she reaches out and takes his hand. "Why don't we sit down and you can tell me what it is that is really bothering you?"
He stubbornly pretends to consider it, but she isn't at all surprised when he nods and sits down on the sand. She follows him, resting her head on his shoulder and holding his hand in hers, balanced together on his knee. "We spent so much time, money, trying to get here. What if it ends up not meaning anything?"
"You mean what if we never find them," Ji offers. She looks up at him and his eyes are closed. His face is tight. She remembers that face, that face he used to make when they were kids; like if he shut his eyes tight he thought he could block out the world and all of the things in it that he didn't want to think about it. She taps on his forehead and forces him to open his eyes. He's too old for that now. They aren't kids anymore. They haven't been for a long time,
"We deserve to know our parents, Ji," Aaron tells her.
"Darling, I love you," Ji says. "But you're full of crap." He furrows his brow at her but doesn’t say anything. "You look me in the eyes and you tell me you don't want to look your mother in the eyes and ask her why she left you to be raised by someone else." He doesn't even attempt to look at him. She knows him. She knows him to well for him to be able to lie to her and get away with it. "You've been angry for so long, and I don't think it's enough anymore to only be angry with Kate."
"I haven't seen her in twenty two years," he replies, shortly and tightly.
"And until two years ago, you still believed she was your mother." As if he needs to be reminded. She still remembers the day that Aaron found out, that he fell apart in front of her eyes. She had never seen him so wrecked, destroyed down to his core.
"You know you may have to face her too," Ji says. There really isn't any point in not saying it now. These are all of the things she's put off saying since they first set off for this place.
Aaron does look at her then. "What about you?" he asks. "Your mother left you for this place too. Aren't you angry?"
"You know I am," she answers. "But, darling, you've got so much anger for so many, and you haven't wanted to face it. But we're here now. There is no turning back. Somewhere, sometime, here are our parents. All of them. And as much as they must answer for what they've done to us, what you said in the first place is right too. We deserve to know them, to understand them. Please don't write them off, Aaron. Not when we're this close. Please trust me."
He looks into her eyes for a long time. He looks so tired. He's a young man everywhere but his eyes. "You're the only one I trust," he says.
"Then trust what I'm telling you now." He lowers his head and begins to study the sand beneath them.
Ji lifts her head from his shoulder and looks around this place again. It's getting darker, and suddenly, it seems different, more like she had suspected. The quiet is eerie and the stillness is unnerving. She's glad she had prepared herself for it, in some small way, but she grips Aaron's arm a bit tighter.
Three hours after Aaron and Ji Yeon's feet first touch the sand of the island, the wind begins to pick up and the hear the most ungodly noise sound from the middle of the jungle. They had known to expect it, but hearing it is something else entirely. Ji falls into her husband's arms and holds on for her life. Aaron stares out, wide-eyed into the darkness until it is over.
"Did he say what the hell that was?" he asks, helping Ji to her feet.
She shakes her head, still holding onto Aaron's arms. "No," she replies. She squints into the darkness until she's absolutely sure she's seeing what she thinks she's seeing: a patch of light. She reaches for her bag. "I think it's him."
"What?” Aaron asks. She points the light out to him and he picks up his own back. Mere minutes later the branches start parting in front of them until the man they traveled all this way to meet again is standing in front of them once more. Like he had been the day he had convinced them to come to this place by splitting Aaron's world wide open.
"Hello," Richard says. He's holding a lit torch in one hand and two long pieces of wood in the other. He hands one to each of them and lights the tips with his torch. "We have a long way to go. Are you ready?"
Ji looks at Aaron and he looks at her. "Well?" she asks.
He looks into her eyes for a very long time. Trust me, she thinks.
He takes her free hand in his. "Yeah," he answers. "Let's go."
Richard nods, simply. "Follow me," he instructs. Together - like they do everything - they follow.
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron is twenty five years old when his feet first touch the sand of the island. He turns around to help his wife off of the raft and along after him. Ji Yeon is twenty four when her feet first touch the sand of the island.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For Queen angeldylan628, who wanted the next generation, which gave me the perfect excuse to write my future!otp again! ♥
Aaron is twenty five years old when his feet first touch the sand of the island. He turns around to help his wife off of the raft and along after him. Ji Yeon is twenty four when her feet first touch the sand of the island.
"I told you," he says to her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"Yes, you're brilliant," she sarcastically replies. It isn't as if they hadn't had a great deal of help getting to this point. She takes a moment to look around. It isn't what she had expected. It looks so still, beautiful. Normal, almost.
"He isn't here," Aaron comments, his head darting left then right.
"He will be," Ji replies, assuredly.
Aaron turns to her. "How can you be sure?"
"This is what he does," Ji replies. Aaron knows it too, he just doesn't trust it. He gets that from his mother. Or, from Kate. Aaron hates when she calls Kate his mother. Neither of them are used to the lie that Aaron's childhood was built on yet, and it makes him particularly bitter.
That's a great deal of why they're here.
"He puts people where they're supposed to be," she reminds him. He doesn't say anything, only shrugs, and she shakes her head at him.
"So we're just supposed to wait?"
Ji drops her backpack to the sand and turns to him. "Do you have somewhere else to be?" she asks. She swears, he about drives her up the wall sometimes. He sighs and shakes his head, so she reaches out and takes his hand. "Why don't we sit down and you can tell me what it is that is really bothering you?"
He stubbornly pretends to consider it, but she isn't at all surprised when he nods and sits down on the sand. She follows him, resting her head on his shoulder and holding his hand in hers, balanced together on his knee. "We spent so much time, money, trying to get here. What if it ends up not meaning anything?"
"You mean what if we never find them," Ji offers. She looks up at him and his eyes are closed. His face is tight. She remembers that face, that face he used to make when they were kids; like if he shut his eyes tight he thought he could block out the world and all of the things in it that he didn't want to think about it. She taps on his forehead and forces him to open his eyes. He's too old for that now. They aren't kids anymore. They haven't been for a long time,
"We deserve to know our parents, Ji," Aaron tells her.
"Darling, I love you," Ji says. "But you're full of crap." He furrows his brow at her but doesn’t say anything. "You look me in the eyes and you tell me you don't want to look your mother in the eyes and ask her why she left you to be raised by someone else." He doesn't even attempt to look at him. She knows him. She knows him to well for him to be able to lie to her and get away with it. "You've been angry for so long, and I don't think it's enough anymore to only be angry with Kate."
"I haven't seen her in twenty two years," he replies, shortly and tightly.
"And until two years ago, you still believed she was your mother." As if he needs to be reminded. She still remembers the day that Aaron found out, that he fell apart in front of her eyes. She had never seen him so wrecked, destroyed down to his core.
"You know you may have to face her too," Ji says. There really isn't any point in not saying it now. These are all of the things she's put off saying since they first set off for this place.
Aaron does look at her then. "What about you?" he asks. "Your mother left you for this place too. Aren't you angry?"
"You know I am," she answers. "But, darling, you've got so much anger for so many, and you haven't wanted to face it. But we're here now. There is no turning back. Somewhere, sometime, here are our parents. All of them. And as much as they must answer for what they've done to us, what you said in the first place is right too. We deserve to know them, to understand them. Please don't write them off, Aaron. Not when we're this close. Please trust me."
He looks into her eyes for a long time. He looks so tired. He's a young man everywhere but his eyes. "You're the only one I trust," he says.
"Then trust what I'm telling you now." He lowers his head and begins to study the sand beneath them.
Ji lifts her head from his shoulder and looks around this place again. It's getting darker, and suddenly, it seems different, more like she had suspected. The quiet is eerie and the stillness is unnerving. She's glad she had prepared herself for it, in some small way, but she grips Aaron's arm a bit tighter.
Three hours after Aaron and Ji Yeon's feet first touch the sand of the island, the wind begins to pick up and the hear the most ungodly noise sound from the middle of the jungle. They had known to expect it, but hearing it is something else entirely. Ji falls into her husband's arms and holds on for her life. Aaron stares out, wide-eyed into the darkness until it is over.
"Did he say what the hell that was?" he asks, helping Ji to her feet.
She shakes her head, still holding onto Aaron's arms. "No," she replies. She squints into the darkness until she's absolutely sure she's seeing what she thinks she's seeing: a patch of light. She reaches for her bag. "I think it's him."
"What?” Aaron asks. She points the light out to him and he picks up his own back. Mere minutes later the branches start parting in front of them until the man they traveled all this way to meet again is standing in front of them once more. Like he had been the day he had convinced them to come to this place by splitting Aaron's world wide open.
"Hello," Richard says. He's holding a lit torch in one hand and two long pieces of wood in the other. He hands one to each of them and lights the tips with his torch. "We have a long way to go. Are you ready?"
Ji looks at Aaron and he looks at her. "Well?" she asks.
He looks into her eyes for a very long time. Trust me, she thinks.
He takes her free hand in his. "Yeah," he answers. "Let's go."
Richard nods, simply. "Follow me," he instructs. Together - like they do everything - they follow.