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11 July 2005 @ 11:00 am
Down The Rabbit Hole, Continued  
So, there is was. They'd finally done it. They'd at long last accomplished what he'd set out to achieve oh so many moons ago. Once a sealed vault, a gate without a key, a door with no handle, and now, like some forbidden entranceway, its mouth spread wide open, begging for them to dare to slip down its gullet.

But how?

It's not that he was afraid. He knew he was the most 'in tune' with the island than any of them... and the least in tune was Jack. He knew that Jack still blamed him for the death of Boone, but how could he get him to see that sometimes destiny just leads you by the hand down its own paved road...? That sometimes some things were just meant to be...? That this island was not just an island...?

Only time would tell. And he was a patient man.

Locke gazed down into the hole without blinking, and slowly crouched to a bended-knee position, still un-blinking. He rested his fist gently under his chin as he thought and stared, stared and thought. He then closed his eyes, and just let his mind take wing, and listened to the sounds around him. The sounds of Jack breathing quietly, Kate gasping a little, and Hurley still muttering about those numbers... But most of all he listened to the island. So still, it was, so calm. Like it, too, was waiting, waiting... ever so patiently waiting...

Finally, he stood up, and paced over to Jack. "There's only one thing we can do, and it's the one thing we've all been anticipating and dreading at the same time. We've got to go down. We'll have to build a ladder. But first, to measure how deep."
 
 
 
the_john_locke on July 15th, 2005 06:26 pm (UTC)
Locke had read the expression Jack had given Kate as clearly as one reads an open book. But Jack's profound distrust of the island, and Locke himself, was no secret. He wasn't blind or dumb. But it mad him sad, more than anything else, how irrational everyone seemed to be acting still. For example, he too had known that Jack had taken Kate's share of the dynamite. That alone was rash. What good would it do to blow up the only doctor this island had?

He re-averted his attention to the here and now, and gazed around him, and felt a slight breeze ruffle his clothes. It was going to be a cold night, and it was still a good deal of a walk back to the camp. But he knew he would be over-ruled by the majority if he suggested staying where they were for the night. He believed this to be the safer option, but at the same time, something about that open hatch loomed in the back of his mind. He saw the face of the young black boy suddenly in his mind's eye, the boy's eyes wide with terror and saying to him, "Don't open the hatch, Mr. Locke, don't open it!"

"We'll never get back before dark," he finally said, "but you're the leader Jack, it's your decision." He leaned against a tree trunk and folded his arms.
jshephard on July 23rd, 2005 12:28 am (UTC)
"No, Locke's right," Jack agreed, surprising himself a little. "We'll have to wait until first light. It's probably not a good idea to leave this thing out here open without somebody here." He met Kate's gaze with a slightly apologetic look in his eyes. "I don't like being out here, especially consider what Danielle told us...but we're gonna have to stick it out until morning."
_the_runaway__ on July 23rd, 2005 12:51 am (UTC)
Kate nodded, but didn't look happy. The thought of staying here all night, being practically trapped made her antsy.

"I'll take first watch," she said quietly, taking a torch and climbing out of the ditch around the hatch.
the_john_locke on July 28th, 2005 04:13 pm (UTC)
(Starting a new line.)