Two Guise from Lost | That Bar

[mmdaisies]

The first, a young man, is staring at the Observation Window. He has a glass and a bottle of MacCutcheon whisky. He looks as if he isn't sure whether to be pleased or confused.

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[findaconstant]

With the help of some vodka that nearly made him choke, Daniel's managed to calm down just enough to start thinking clearly again.

Unfortunately, the only thoughts he's having are those that remind him that he's not supposed to be here, he's supposed to be on the Island with Charlotte.

But here he is instead, at the end of the Universe, trying desperately not to panic. The way his heart's racing suggests that he's fighting a losing battle.

The fact that he's just spotted a young Charles Widmore is not helping his situation at all.

[mmdaisies]

Those American soldiers, time travelers, whatever the bloody hell they were, had vanished from his island not too long ago. Richard had become damn well useless since then, his head up in the clouds thinking about that Locke bloke. Meanwhile Ellie was running at the mouth about the bomb and how it had to be burried. Yeah, the MacCutcheon was expensive, but he could afford it and, moreover, he needed it. And he needed it someplace where random strangers wouldn't stare at him like -- like that man over there --

"You!" he spits out, spotting Dan. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

[findaconstant]

Faaaaaaaantastic.

"The same thing you're doing, apparently," he says, nodding stiffly to the empty glass in front of him.

[mmdaisies]

"How did you get here?"

[findaconstant]

"The same way you did."

Well, probably.

[mmdaisies]

"Bounding through time?" He scoffs. "Where'd you and your lot run off to, anyway?"

[findaconstant]

"We didn't. We're still on the island."

[mmdaisies]

This incites some vague alarm in Charles. That bomb's still there. They're still there. "So you lied. Still trying to torch the island, aren't you?"

He looks like he's on the verge of throwing ... his glass at Dan, as the bottle is far too precious to use as a weapon.

[findaconstant]

"No," Dan snaps, tensing up, ready to duck. "That was not our intention.

"We're still on the island, but it's not 1954. I have no idea what year it is now."

[mmdaisies]

"Still on about that time travel crap." He shakes his head, kicking back the last swallow of whisky remaining in his possible weapon.

[findaconstant]

"You don't have to believe me. But you should keep in mind how difficult it is to get off of the island, and ask yourself how a whole group of us could've gotten away so easily."

[mmdaisies]

He has a point, and Charles has his doubts, and Dan's point is playing those doubts like a fiddle. Charles had been so sure that Locke man couldn't follow him to their camp, but he'd been wrong. Locke waltzed right in, spoke to Richard as if he knew him, as if he commanded him, and Richard hadn't been the same ever since.

Then there was the matter of that bird who spoke Latin. She could've just learned it in school, but how did she know Richard? Could've learned it from the soldiers, but the Americas -- hell, damn well anyone with an army didn't have room for women, no matter how capable they were as fighters. Combined with the Latin, it seemed more than just a coincidence.

Add to that the lack of proper uniforms, and how their man Locke just seemed to vanish -- he didn't understand it. He didn't want to believe it. He poured himself another glass, trying to evade it, but something within him told him that not even the crowning achievement of MacCutcheon could save him from the truth

[findaconstant]

Dan sighs to himself.

"Because we were already on it."

Does he have to use the skipping record metaphor again?

[mmdaisies]

* broken record

"I don't believe you," he says sulkily.

[findaconstant]

SAME THING

"I know you don't. But you don't really have a choice, do you? I mean, it's not like anyone's offering up any other explanation."

[mmdaisies]

"There could be a perfectly reasonable explanation that isn't yours."

He just doesn't know any. D: