Lost: Jack/Ben part 1/?
I just really became interested in this fandom thanks to Michael Emerson from "Person of Interest" and I quickly fell in love with his character Benjamin Linus along with this sadly rare pairing.
I'm really just pecking through the episodes, so if any of you could recommend some I should watch, it'd be greatly appreciated.
As a gift, I bring "Lost" fanfiction for you:
Summary: Its a cross-over between the sideways universe and the original one. Everyone remembers the Island (with the exception of Alex). Hugo and Ben are still the guardians (or whatever they are) to the Island. Thank you spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter One: Lost
The plane was going to crash.
Ben almost wanted to curse the Island and Hugo for choosing these people out of everyone-choosing his students, Alex being one of them. (Fortunately, he knew Hugo would never allow the same atrocities to occur that Jacob had wrought for his own sick amusement).
He knew the kids would survive, he and Hugo would make sure of that, but the rest of the people were unknowns. It was up to the Island who would make it out alive to see its shoreline.
Putting the thought out of his mind he absently listened to Alex (who was sitting behind him) chatting happily away with one of her friends, miss Gale Norrak if he recalled correctly (which he always did-his mind was his best asset after all).
They were supposed to heading towards Columbia to help rebuild after a hurricane had hit the coastline three months previously. It would be considered community service that would look excellent on any job application. Unfortunately, that commendation would never come because they were never going to make it to help the needy people of Columbia.
Ben sighed and opened his book to read, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
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Two hours later he felt the plane jerk, shocking most of the passengers out of the mindless thoughts and conversations. He saw the plane attendant hurry into the pilot’s cabin and Ben sat back waiting for the panic to start.
He calmly stowed his book away and took out a small wooden pendant the Island had gifted him with. It allowed him to move it to where he needed it (without all the nasty, confusing repercussions), but as all things, it came with a catch; he could only use it once every ten years.
Tracing an invisible pattern across its smooth surface he watched the Island silently emerge from the depths of the ocean, as if it had always been there.
“Dr. Linus,” Alex’s voice trembled as the unease in the cabin grew heavier with each passing breath, “what’s going on?”
“Everything will be fine Alex,” He said, putting the pendant back into his breast pocket. He had promised himself that he would try to never lie to Alex again, but omissions had to be made (especially with him living a double-life, one as Alex’s history teacher and another life on the Island with Hugo and Walt).
Then the announcement came and all hell broke loose.
XXX
The last few minutes in the air had become one massive blur as Ben and the other two teachers struggled to keep the children together, pulling out the inflatable seat compartments as Ben prepared himself to open the emergency door (which he had sat next to on purpose).
He kept a steady hold on Alex as the pilot did his best to land the flying metal deathtrap into the ocean. The pandemonium and the frightened wails of the passengers had drowned out the pilot’s frantic instructions as the flight attendants struggled to help the passengers out of the now flightless plane that was quickly filling with water.
Opening the emergency door he forced the panicked people to wait as he let his students and other children off and into the warm water first, followed by himself.
After that all sense of order was lost and the pushing and shoving gave way to unnecessary violence and injuries until the plane was emptied (with the exception those who didn’t make it out) and everyone was now looking for someone, anyone to guide them.
The panic had finally burned out and now families and friends were searching for lost loved ones, loved ones that Ben knew would only be found in the form of a corpse.
Looking off to his right he sighed in relief when he counted all seven of his students well and whole if not entirely scared out of their minds.
His fellow teachers were there as well, trying to hide their fear for the sake of the kids under their care.
Looking out into the numb, frantic group of survivors he irritably noticed that not one of them was up to the task of becoming their leader, all of them still too shaken to think properly (even the pilot).
Jack would’ve had everyone moving by now, he thought, feeling a pang of loneliness throb in his chest for not being near his lover for who knows how long. Probably a couple months. That’s usually how long these things took.
Feeling quite put upon, he looked up into the floating crowd again and made his voice known: “We need to get to the island,” His usually light, soft-spoken voice rang clearly, cutting through the gentle purring of the waves and the panicked gibbering of everyone else. No one argued with him. Taking that as a sign in the right direction, he needlessly added, “Follow me,” as he began swimming towards the white sands.
He heard them move simultaneously after him. That was easier than expected.
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Getting to the shore was exhausting and only the fading feeling of adrenaline had kept the remaining twenty-seven passengers moving. Ben managed to keep Alex well within his sights at all times as they cut through the water, reassuring himself that she was still right there with him.
Most people dropped to their knees once they hit dry land, their limbs quivering as their body struggled to keep them moving and process what had just happened.
Ben knew that within a couple days the bodies of the deceased would wash up on shore and more graves would be added to the Island’s unofficial cemetery.
Steadying himself with a deep breath he turned towards Alex who had all but collapsed next to where he stood, shaking like a leaf.
“Alex,” He said softly, startling her out of her thoughts, “how are you holding up?”
He saw her jaw working as though it was chewing on the words she was trying to say, she opened her mouth three times before the words finally came, “I think I’m in shock.”
Well at least it was a more honest answer than “I’m fine”.
“Wh-what about you Dr. Linus?”
That startled him. No one (save for Jack and Hugo) had ever bothered to ask him how he felt before, most assumed he didn’t feel anything. He struggled to find a suitable answer opening and closing his moth several times before he found the right words, “I’m not fine, but I’m managing,” He said as honestly as he could.
Amazingly that seemed to comfort Alex as she gave him an understanding smile.
He looked around at the other people who were still sitting around in a daze, although some had begun conversing, glancing out at the plane that was still, amazingly afloat (though it would probably be fully submerged by noon).
His gaze quickly found the pilot who seemed to be playing mediator (rather badly) between two rather large males. Ben sighed (he seemed to be doing a lot of this) at the thought of breaking up a fight between the two well-built men. (He still had his iron baton in his pocket so it was more of an inconvenience really).
Patting Alex on the shoulder he headed towards the majority of the group where the two men’s quiet argument seemed to be growing in volume by the second with the pilot trying desperately to bring peace.
“-we need to scout the area! That’s the first of rule of survival-”
“No, we should start making shelters and gathering fire wood to be ready when night falls.”
“Its still morning. We have all day to do that-”
“Excuse me,” Ben interrupted, his voice lowered into a menacing order that immediately brought stunned silence, “while both your ideas have merit, what we should be doing is making sure that none of us are severely wounded and to search for any supplies. After we are done with that, making shelters and building fires is a reasonable task to begin,” He turned towards the supposedly military man that had wanted to scout the area, “unfortunately mapping out the area will have to wait until we can put together a group, wandering around the jungle alone would be foolish.”
The pilot watched on star-struck and with no little envy as this short, soft-spoken man had disarmed these two men, who could’ve easily beaten him to a pulp, with ease. They now looked a little shame-faced, their bodies bowed in an unconscious submissive gesture, which actually looked rather humorous considering the two men in question stood easily two heads taller than the little man.
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Eating dinner David was absently flipping through the channels waiting for his dad to finish re-heating his own dinner when something caught his attention. Leaving the fork hanging from his mouth, he quickly returned it to the previous channel where the news anchor was reporting that Oceanic Airline 873 had crashed into the Caribbean Ocean.
The same airliner Ben was on.
The fork dropped back onto his plate with a deafening clatter as he swallowed the food that now tasted like ash in his mouth. Feeling his heart drop into his stomach, he turned around and desperately yelled, “Dad!”
Not a moment later his dad was racing into the living room, his eyes wide and frantic as they found his son’s. “David? David what’s wrong?”
The words refused to come so he simply pointed towards the TV where the story was still getting coverage. The cold, creeping, horrified feeling intensified when his father’s face paled into an unattractive white, his eyes dark and round with worry.
“Ben,” The name fractured on Jack’s lips as he continued to listen to the breaking coverage of this new tragedy, but the only thing Jack could think of was the Island.
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Luckily no one had been wounded too badly save for a couple cuts and bruises that would heal on their own. Forcing himself to stand, despite the exhaustion that weighed his limbs down he began to head towards to the left side of the beach, where he knew some conveniently placed supplies were hidden inside a rotted boat.
He only took two steps before he heard someone following him turning around he faced the two men that seemed insistent on following him everywhere now, now that his dominance had been firmly established. Why was power so important to me back then? For the life of him he couldn’t remember why, it had only ever caused trouble.
“You two can head back,” He said to them, “I’m going to see if there are any supplies over on this side of the beach.”
The military man (Paul) tried to argue, “But-”
“You two should start helping the other passengers build some forts and scour around the edge of the jungle to get some firewood,” Ben interrupted him, “and don’t go in there. I’d rather not go traipsing after you.”
Luckily, after a moment of hesitation they both complied, leaving Ben alone.
Finally, he thought.
The dilapidated boat was right where he remembered it and thankfully Walt had already been here, storing it with staples of imperishable food items (thought not so much as to look suspicious), they’d still have to hunt and thankfully someone had thought to grab a case of water bottles before fleeing the plane.
Tossing another dusty blanket aside he mentally thanked Hugo when he found the rifle hiding under it, along with aged, but still good ammunition kept preserved in the small boxes lying beside it.
Throwing the rifle over his shoulder (it was no use hiding it) and grabbing as many food staples as he could carry he headed back. He’d bring the two muscle-heads back with him for the second trip, let them carry the food.
-----
It was odd to see Dr. Linus take charge so effortlessly, especially watching deal with those two bickering man that easily towered over her kind history teacher.
It was even more disconcerting to watch him walk back to their semi-official base camp with his arms full of food (old, but decidedly edible) and with a rifle slung over his shoulder like it had always belonged there.
“Is that really Dr. Linus?” She heard Gale whisper in her ear as they watched him come down and being surrounded by the remaining passengers.
Well, it certainly looks like him, Alex thought as she watched the closest thing she’s ever had to a father easily disarm those opposed to him with words she couldn’t hear over the wind. “I’m pretty sure it is,” Alex whispered back. “What do the other teachers think?”
“I think they’re having trouble processing it, especially the part about him being decided as our unofficial leader,” Gale informed her.
“Well he did get us to the island and he somehow found food,” Alex said a little defensively of her favorite teacher.
“I know, I know. It was the teacher’s that said it,” Her friend clarified before they returned their attention to their once unassuming history teacher who was now walking towards them, with that rifle still slung over his shoulder.
He smiled reassuringly at them and Alex felt the tension easing out of her body at the familiar, comforting expression.
“Come on, we found food,” He said, ushering them to their feet, “if we ration it, it should last us a few days.”
“Don’t you mean the food you found, Dr. Linus?” Alex corrected him. She hated it when he allowed others to take credit for what he had accomplished (like that recommendation letter to Yale).
He gave her a slightly surprised glance before an indulgent smile quirked his lips for half a second, “Yes I suppose so.”
-----
By nightfall the beach had become a make-shift campground with a dozen or so fires flickering precariously under the salty wind, threatening to extinguish them with one great gust.
Ben stood off to the side, just outside of the fire’s warm light, watching the people slowly form the bonds that would either grow or decay over the time spent on this Island. His fellow teachers had rounded up all the students. Probably trying to tell them that help will come soon, Ben mused.
It probably would. The Island wasn’t hidden this time around and the Caribbean waters were often traveled by both locals and tourists; they would be found sooner or later.
“Hey Ben,” It was one of the teachers (Mr. Kyle Reed, one of the science teachers).
He turned to glance at him. “Mr. Reed,” He returned.
The formal title momentarily took Reed aback, but he quickly smothered the reaction, “You surprised us you know,” Reed laughed.
Ben didn’t join him.
He was aware his dominate personality that he usually kept hidden from view in his teaching life would be a brutal eye-opener to how his colleagues and students had always perceived him (a soft-spoken, kind-hearted man that wouldn’t know the difference between the butt of a rifle to the muzzle).
Reed’s laughter awkwardly stuttered to a halt and Ben saw him eyeing the rifle nervously.
“Don’t worry,” He said with a wry smile, startling the science teacher, “I’m not going to shoot anyone.” At Reed’s panicked look, Ben decided to elaborate before his colleague said something stupid, “Its for hunting. The food I found won’t last forever.”
The flighty look in Reed’s eyes dimmed as all the nervous energy fled his body. “O-of course,” He laughed, “sorry, the crash-” He cut himself off before shaking his head and headed back.
“That could be a problem,” He whispered to himself, fingering the strap that held the rifle against his back.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
Please tell me if you find any typos and I'll be sure to correct them.
I'm really just pecking through the episodes, so if any of you could recommend some I should watch, it'd be greatly appreciated.
As a gift, I bring "Lost" fanfiction for you:
Summary: Its a cross-over between the sideways universe and the original one. Everyone remembers the Island (with the exception of Alex). Hugo and Ben are still the guardians (or whatever they are) to the Island. Thank you spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter One: Lost
The plane was going to crash.
Ben almost wanted to curse the Island and Hugo for choosing these people out of everyone-choosing his students, Alex being one of them. (Fortunately, he knew Hugo would never allow the same atrocities to occur that Jacob had wrought for his own sick amusement).
He knew the kids would survive, he and Hugo would make sure of that, but the rest of the people were unknowns. It was up to the Island who would make it out alive to see its shoreline.
Putting the thought out of his mind he absently listened to Alex (who was sitting behind him) chatting happily away with one of her friends, miss Gale Norrak if he recalled correctly (which he always did-his mind was his best asset after all).
They were supposed to heading towards Columbia to help rebuild after a hurricane had hit the coastline three months previously. It would be considered community service that would look excellent on any job application. Unfortunately, that commendation would never come because they were never going to make it to help the needy people of Columbia.
Ben sighed and opened his book to read, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
-------
Two hours later he felt the plane jerk, shocking most of the passengers out of the mindless thoughts and conversations. He saw the plane attendant hurry into the pilot’s cabin and Ben sat back waiting for the panic to start.
He calmly stowed his book away and took out a small wooden pendant the Island had gifted him with. It allowed him to move it to where he needed it (without all the nasty, confusing repercussions), but as all things, it came with a catch; he could only use it once every ten years.
Tracing an invisible pattern across its smooth surface he watched the Island silently emerge from the depths of the ocean, as if it had always been there.
“Dr. Linus,” Alex’s voice trembled as the unease in the cabin grew heavier with each passing breath, “what’s going on?”
“Everything will be fine Alex,” He said, putting the pendant back into his breast pocket. He had promised himself that he would try to never lie to Alex again, but omissions had to be made (especially with him living a double-life, one as Alex’s history teacher and another life on the Island with Hugo and Walt).
Then the announcement came and all hell broke loose.
XXX
The last few minutes in the air had become one massive blur as Ben and the other two teachers struggled to keep the children together, pulling out the inflatable seat compartments as Ben prepared himself to open the emergency door (which he had sat next to on purpose).
He kept a steady hold on Alex as the pilot did his best to land the flying metal deathtrap into the ocean. The pandemonium and the frightened wails of the passengers had drowned out the pilot’s frantic instructions as the flight attendants struggled to help the passengers out of the now flightless plane that was quickly filling with water.
Opening the emergency door he forced the panicked people to wait as he let his students and other children off and into the warm water first, followed by himself.
After that all sense of order was lost and the pushing and shoving gave way to unnecessary violence and injuries until the plane was emptied (with the exception those who didn’t make it out) and everyone was now looking for someone, anyone to guide them.
The panic had finally burned out and now families and friends were searching for lost loved ones, loved ones that Ben knew would only be found in the form of a corpse.
Looking off to his right he sighed in relief when he counted all seven of his students well and whole if not entirely scared out of their minds.
His fellow teachers were there as well, trying to hide their fear for the sake of the kids under their care.
Looking out into the numb, frantic group of survivors he irritably noticed that not one of them was up to the task of becoming their leader, all of them still too shaken to think properly (even the pilot).
Jack would’ve had everyone moving by now, he thought, feeling a pang of loneliness throb in his chest for not being near his lover for who knows how long. Probably a couple months. That’s usually how long these things took.
Feeling quite put upon, he looked up into the floating crowd again and made his voice known: “We need to get to the island,” His usually light, soft-spoken voice rang clearly, cutting through the gentle purring of the waves and the panicked gibbering of everyone else. No one argued with him. Taking that as a sign in the right direction, he needlessly added, “Follow me,” as he began swimming towards the white sands.
He heard them move simultaneously after him. That was easier than expected.
-------
Getting to the shore was exhausting and only the fading feeling of adrenaline had kept the remaining twenty-seven passengers moving. Ben managed to keep Alex well within his sights at all times as they cut through the water, reassuring himself that she was still right there with him.
Most people dropped to their knees once they hit dry land, their limbs quivering as their body struggled to keep them moving and process what had just happened.
Ben knew that within a couple days the bodies of the deceased would wash up on shore and more graves would be added to the Island’s unofficial cemetery.
Steadying himself with a deep breath he turned towards Alex who had all but collapsed next to where he stood, shaking like a leaf.
“Alex,” He said softly, startling her out of her thoughts, “how are you holding up?”
He saw her jaw working as though it was chewing on the words she was trying to say, she opened her mouth three times before the words finally came, “I think I’m in shock.”
Well at least it was a more honest answer than “I’m fine”.
“Wh-what about you Dr. Linus?”
That startled him. No one (save for Jack and Hugo) had ever bothered to ask him how he felt before, most assumed he didn’t feel anything. He struggled to find a suitable answer opening and closing his moth several times before he found the right words, “I’m not fine, but I’m managing,” He said as honestly as he could.
Amazingly that seemed to comfort Alex as she gave him an understanding smile.
He looked around at the other people who were still sitting around in a daze, although some had begun conversing, glancing out at the plane that was still, amazingly afloat (though it would probably be fully submerged by noon).
His gaze quickly found the pilot who seemed to be playing mediator (rather badly) between two rather large males. Ben sighed (he seemed to be doing a lot of this) at the thought of breaking up a fight between the two well-built men. (He still had his iron baton in his pocket so it was more of an inconvenience really).
Patting Alex on the shoulder he headed towards the majority of the group where the two men’s quiet argument seemed to be growing in volume by the second with the pilot trying desperately to bring peace.
“-we need to scout the area! That’s the first of rule of survival-”
“No, we should start making shelters and gathering fire wood to be ready when night falls.”
“Its still morning. We have all day to do that-”
“Excuse me,” Ben interrupted, his voice lowered into a menacing order that immediately brought stunned silence, “while both your ideas have merit, what we should be doing is making sure that none of us are severely wounded and to search for any supplies. After we are done with that, making shelters and building fires is a reasonable task to begin,” He turned towards the supposedly military man that had wanted to scout the area, “unfortunately mapping out the area will have to wait until we can put together a group, wandering around the jungle alone would be foolish.”
The pilot watched on star-struck and with no little envy as this short, soft-spoken man had disarmed these two men, who could’ve easily beaten him to a pulp, with ease. They now looked a little shame-faced, their bodies bowed in an unconscious submissive gesture, which actually looked rather humorous considering the two men in question stood easily two heads taller than the little man.
-------
Eating dinner David was absently flipping through the channels waiting for his dad to finish re-heating his own dinner when something caught his attention. Leaving the fork hanging from his mouth, he quickly returned it to the previous channel where the news anchor was reporting that Oceanic Airline 873 had crashed into the Caribbean Ocean.
The same airliner Ben was on.
The fork dropped back onto his plate with a deafening clatter as he swallowed the food that now tasted like ash in his mouth. Feeling his heart drop into his stomach, he turned around and desperately yelled, “Dad!”
Not a moment later his dad was racing into the living room, his eyes wide and frantic as they found his son’s. “David? David what’s wrong?”
The words refused to come so he simply pointed towards the TV where the story was still getting coverage. The cold, creeping, horrified feeling intensified when his father’s face paled into an unattractive white, his eyes dark and round with worry.
“Ben,” The name fractured on Jack’s lips as he continued to listen to the breaking coverage of this new tragedy, but the only thing Jack could think of was the Island.
-----
Luckily no one had been wounded too badly save for a couple cuts and bruises that would heal on their own. Forcing himself to stand, despite the exhaustion that weighed his limbs down he began to head towards to the left side of the beach, where he knew some conveniently placed supplies were hidden inside a rotted boat.
He only took two steps before he heard someone following him turning around he faced the two men that seemed insistent on following him everywhere now, now that his dominance had been firmly established. Why was power so important to me back then? For the life of him he couldn’t remember why, it had only ever caused trouble.
“You two can head back,” He said to them, “I’m going to see if there are any supplies over on this side of the beach.”
The military man (Paul) tried to argue, “But-”
“You two should start helping the other passengers build some forts and scour around the edge of the jungle to get some firewood,” Ben interrupted him, “and don’t go in there. I’d rather not go traipsing after you.”
Luckily, after a moment of hesitation they both complied, leaving Ben alone.
Finally, he thought.
The dilapidated boat was right where he remembered it and thankfully Walt had already been here, storing it with staples of imperishable food items (thought not so much as to look suspicious), they’d still have to hunt and thankfully someone had thought to grab a case of water bottles before fleeing the plane.
Tossing another dusty blanket aside he mentally thanked Hugo when he found the rifle hiding under it, along with aged, but still good ammunition kept preserved in the small boxes lying beside it.
Throwing the rifle over his shoulder (it was no use hiding it) and grabbing as many food staples as he could carry he headed back. He’d bring the two muscle-heads back with him for the second trip, let them carry the food.
-----
It was odd to see Dr. Linus take charge so effortlessly, especially watching deal with those two bickering man that easily towered over her kind history teacher.
It was even more disconcerting to watch him walk back to their semi-official base camp with his arms full of food (old, but decidedly edible) and with a rifle slung over his shoulder like it had always belonged there.
“Is that really Dr. Linus?” She heard Gale whisper in her ear as they watched him come down and being surrounded by the remaining passengers.
Well, it certainly looks like him, Alex thought as she watched the closest thing she’s ever had to a father easily disarm those opposed to him with words she couldn’t hear over the wind. “I’m pretty sure it is,” Alex whispered back. “What do the other teachers think?”
“I think they’re having trouble processing it, especially the part about him being decided as our unofficial leader,” Gale informed her.
“Well he did get us to the island and he somehow found food,” Alex said a little defensively of her favorite teacher.
“I know, I know. It was the teacher’s that said it,” Her friend clarified before they returned their attention to their once unassuming history teacher who was now walking towards them, with that rifle still slung over his shoulder.
He smiled reassuringly at them and Alex felt the tension easing out of her body at the familiar, comforting expression.
“Come on, we found food,” He said, ushering them to their feet, “if we ration it, it should last us a few days.”
“Don’t you mean the food you found, Dr. Linus?” Alex corrected him. She hated it when he allowed others to take credit for what he had accomplished (like that recommendation letter to Yale).
He gave her a slightly surprised glance before an indulgent smile quirked his lips for half a second, “Yes I suppose so.”
-----
By nightfall the beach had become a make-shift campground with a dozen or so fires flickering precariously under the salty wind, threatening to extinguish them with one great gust.
Ben stood off to the side, just outside of the fire’s warm light, watching the people slowly form the bonds that would either grow or decay over the time spent on this Island. His fellow teachers had rounded up all the students. Probably trying to tell them that help will come soon, Ben mused.
It probably would. The Island wasn’t hidden this time around and the Caribbean waters were often traveled by both locals and tourists; they would be found sooner or later.
“Hey Ben,” It was one of the teachers (Mr. Kyle Reed, one of the science teachers).
He turned to glance at him. “Mr. Reed,” He returned.
The formal title momentarily took Reed aback, but he quickly smothered the reaction, “You surprised us you know,” Reed laughed.
Ben didn’t join him.
He was aware his dominate personality that he usually kept hidden from view in his teaching life would be a brutal eye-opener to how his colleagues and students had always perceived him (a soft-spoken, kind-hearted man that wouldn’t know the difference between the butt of a rifle to the muzzle).
Reed’s laughter awkwardly stuttered to a halt and Ben saw him eyeing the rifle nervously.
“Don’t worry,” He said with a wry smile, startling the science teacher, “I’m not going to shoot anyone.” At Reed’s panicked look, Ben decided to elaborate before his colleague said something stupid, “Its for hunting. The food I found won’t last forever.”
The flighty look in Reed’s eyes dimmed as all the nervous energy fled his body. “O-of course,” He laughed, “sorry, the crash-” He cut himself off before shaking his head and headed back.
“That could be a problem,” He whispered to himself, fingering the strap that held the rifle against his back.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
Please tell me if you find any typos and I'll be sure to correct them.