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The bridge is broken.

Nov 09, 2007 10:35

It was like the world was ending. It came complete with signs, and that same atmosphere of creeping terror so thick it was like you could reach out and run your hands through it. I have been here before. I should have seen the signs, read them correctly.

Since I arrived here I've felt that my sight is gone. It hasn't bothered me until now.

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john of boston, ian murray, laura roslin, calvin o'keefe

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madam_prez November 9 2007, 18:00:45 UTC

The events of the past week had shaken Laura as well, but she had remained firm in her faith. She didn't know why the Centurions had come here, and she was still afraid that there might be more, but she knew there had to be some reason for it.

She just wished she knew what it was.

She saw the man sitting outside the Compound in obvious despair and paused, looking down at him sympathetically. "Are you all right?" she asked.

youarefalling November 9 2007, 19:53:19 UTC

"I don't know," I say, because the truth is that I don't. If I knew for sure that I wasn't all right, that would be one thing, but everything solid has gone from under me and now I'm not sure how I feel anymore.

I look up, and the woman is unfamiliar. I try to smile, and it feels horrible on my face. "I mean... yes, mostly. I'm not hurt."

madam_prez November 9 2007, 21:06:23 UTC

"It's been a hard week for everyone," Laura remarked. "And there's more than one kind of injury."

She sat down beside him, looking at him curiously for a moment. "I'm Laura," she said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

youarefalling November 10 2007, 17:45:33 UTC

"John." I smile thinly. "Hello, Laura. And no, not really. Not unless you can talk to God." I say the last with bitter humor; I'm not sure what good even that would do now. How exactly do you tell God that you're royally pissed off at Him?

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a_sport November 9 2007, 19:23:53 UTC

Nights were still hard, however much Calvin tried to tell himself that it was over and done with. At night the pain of what happened crept back into his bones, and he couldn't help remembering the Dark, even if they beat it. So most mornings found Calvin up and about as soon as the sun was up, just wandering.

When he got to the Compound, he saw John. It was a familiar sort of pose. Without saying anything, he sat down next to him on the ground.

youarefalling November 9 2007, 19:55:29 UTC

I'm aware that someone is next to me, and when I glance to the side I'm somewhat relieved to see who it is. He should understand, at least a little. Maybe even better than I do.

"Good morning," I say, wincing inwardly at the irony. It's not good. I don't even know what it is yet.

a_sport November 9 2007, 20:19:26 UTC

"Yeah," he said, glancing up at the sky before nodding. "I guess it is."

The island felt different now. Not in a kything sort of way, but just from the people. The worst had already happened and was blown wide open for everyone to see.

Calvin glanced over at John. "It's been a rough few days though."

youarefalling November 10 2007, 17:46:53 UTC

"Rough," I echo, trying the word out in my mouth. Somehow it seems inadequate. My mouth tightens into something like a smile.

"You're all right, though." He seems it, anyway.

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weemanmurray November 10 2007, 07:21:09 UTC

Sometimes, Jamie won't quieten unless he's walked, so walking him is what Ian's been doing. They're coming out of the compound, with Jamie against Ian's shoulder, his little head protected by a fold of blanket and he saw John sitting there, studying his hands.

"Good day t'ye, man," he said. "May we sit beside ye in the shade fer a second, d'ye reckon? Before I deliver this wee man back to his Mam?"

youarefalling November 10 2007, 17:49:53 UTC

I know the voice, so the face that greets me when I look up isn't a surprise. What he's cradling in his arms, though...

Somehow that's the last thing I expected to see today.

"Yes, that's... fine," I say, moving aside a little to make room. I feel, somehow, even more wrongfooted than before. "Please."

weemanmurray November 10 2007, 22:08:17 UTC

Ian settled down with Jamie against his shoulder, his little, squirmy form held securely in his arms.

"How did ye weather th' recent trouble, John?"

It seemed to be the first question that he was asking anyone.

youarefalling November 10 2007, 23:35:16 UTC

"I'm fine," I say, watching the baby move his arms and legs as though he's still not sure how they work. I'm trying not to think of my daughter. It's largely impossible. "Not hurt at all. I was lucky."

I manage a smile at him and the baby. "Looks like you were, too."

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