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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_runaway__ on July 11th, 2005 05:35 pm (UTC)
Going down the hatch seemed like the obvious answer, yet it still surprised her. Anything could be down there. Kate glanced at Jack as Locke suggested they build a ladder. He looked so angry lately. Like the entire world had betrayed him. Boone had died, the others had left, she had...well, Kate always had a way of making him look like that...even when she didn't mean to.

He had asked her earlier, if things went bad, did she have his back? She hated herself that he needed to ask, though she probably had given him reason to.