Initiated
Title: Initiated
Characters/Pairing: Ilana/Richard, Sun, Frank
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Word count: 558
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Ilana wants his trust
Note: Wee missing scene, before Richard gets knocked out.
The calm resonance of the sea can't abate the tension as everyone's gaze flickers to the foot and back to the horizon, willing for the sunrise. Richard had told them all to wait for the morning and then to head towards the Temple where it would be safe. That last part had been Ilana's request and even at a distance the disgruntled expression on his face was clear.
"I don't see why we couldn't leave three hours ago. Why do we have to wait here again?" Frank huffs, changing position on the log he and Sun sit on. She jerks awake, leaning off him to squint her eyes at the sky. The stars were fading.
"Because Richard told us to." Ilana comes up behind them, dropping more wood onto their fire and jabs a stick repeatedly at it with a mute expression. Her men hadn't come back out and when the screaming had started she would have followed them in there if Richard hadn't held her back. They had exchanged heated words again but seemed to have reached an understanding. They keep at a distance, Richard especially but the tension was palatable in their quick heavy glances.
"So is he in charge now?" Sun asks sleepily and Ilana gives a weak smile, looking over at the Latino man. He was sat in the sand, staring at the body of the man she had brought. He had been like that for hours.
"I don't know who is in charge. But don't worry, with us you'll be safe...I better go talk to him." She plants the stick in the sand and moves towards him slowly, keeping her voice low as she greets him.
"You should get some rest."
"Could say the same to you." He doesn't look at her as she takes a seat next to him, laying the rifle over her knees. She lets the silence lengthen before speaking.
"I'm not your enemy Richard. I really was invited here."
He looks at her, more calm then he had been before. "By Jacob?"
"Yes."
"Then why have I never heard of you?"
She smiles enigmatically and pulls the band out of her hair, shaking it out. "Maybe you have..."
Richard stares at her and utters what has been nagging at him for hours. "I knew, I knew something wasn't right with him but this?" He shakes his head and looks towards the crate again. He rubs a hand over his tired face and through his hair and forces himself to looks back at her. He was unable to look away from the surreal sight for more then a few minutes.
"This wasn't your fault."
"Then who's is it?"
She has no answer for him so instead leans closer to stare into his eyes. "I was told that if the worst happened I was to find you, trust you above anyone but Jacob. In time I hope you can do the same." She ties her hair back up again and stands and he hands her the rifle. She looks back at the statue, worried.
"I'm sure Jacob is fine."
"I pray that he is. For everyone's sake." The anguish in her voice surprises him and he watches her walk towards the foot where she crouches down, the rifle held tight in her fists. Richard looks back towards the man lying in the sand, remembering a little boy's lonely and hurt blue eyes.
"I'm sorry John..."
Characters/Pairing: Ilana/Richard, Sun, Frank
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Word count: 558
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Ilana wants his trust
Note: Wee missing scene, before Richard gets knocked out.
The calm resonance of the sea can't abate the tension as everyone's gaze flickers to the foot and back to the horizon, willing for the sunrise. Richard had told them all to wait for the morning and then to head towards the Temple where it would be safe. That last part had been Ilana's request and even at a distance the disgruntled expression on his face was clear.
"I don't see why we couldn't leave three hours ago. Why do we have to wait here again?" Frank huffs, changing position on the log he and Sun sit on. She jerks awake, leaning off him to squint her eyes at the sky. The stars were fading.
"Because Richard told us to." Ilana comes up behind them, dropping more wood onto their fire and jabs a stick repeatedly at it with a mute expression. Her men hadn't come back out and when the screaming had started she would have followed them in there if Richard hadn't held her back. They had exchanged heated words again but seemed to have reached an understanding. They keep at a distance, Richard especially but the tension was palatable in their quick heavy glances.
"So is he in charge now?" Sun asks sleepily and Ilana gives a weak smile, looking over at the Latino man. He was sat in the sand, staring at the body of the man she had brought. He had been like that for hours.
"I don't know who is in charge. But don't worry, with us you'll be safe...I better go talk to him." She plants the stick in the sand and moves towards him slowly, keeping her voice low as she greets him.
"You should get some rest."
"Could say the same to you." He doesn't look at her as she takes a seat next to him, laying the rifle over her knees. She lets the silence lengthen before speaking.
"I'm not your enemy Richard. I really was invited here."
He looks at her, more calm then he had been before. "By Jacob?"
"Yes."
"Then why have I never heard of you?"
She smiles enigmatically and pulls the band out of her hair, shaking it out. "Maybe you have..."
Richard stares at her and utters what has been nagging at him for hours. "I knew, I knew something wasn't right with him but this?" He shakes his head and looks towards the crate again. He rubs a hand over his tired face and through his hair and forces himself to looks back at her. He was unable to look away from the surreal sight for more then a few minutes.
"This wasn't your fault."
"Then who's is it?"
She has no answer for him so instead leans closer to stare into his eyes. "I was told that if the worst happened I was to find you, trust you above anyone but Jacob. In time I hope you can do the same." She ties her hair back up again and stands and he hands her the rifle. She looks back at the statue, worried.
"I'm sure Jacob is fine."
"I pray that he is. For everyone's sake." The anguish in her voice surprises him and he watches her walk towards the foot where she crouches down, the rifle held tight in her fists. Richard looks back towards the man lying in the sand, remembering a little boy's lonely and hurt blue eyes.
"I'm sorry John..."