Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-03-24 11:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !lost, *narrative, sharon carter |
LOST: Sharonarrative
Who: Sharon Carter
What: Visiting the Heart of the Island
Where: LOST
When: Over the last week - and then today.
Warnings: Nah
The door said Namaste, and it had opened up onto an abandoned beach. And a helpful map had just shown up on her phone to show her how to exit. Along with a reminder to push some sequence of numbers. She had no idea, but there was nothing weird going on and if she wanted a beer she had to walk a couple miles inland to get one. Literally. Beach. Beer. Repeat.
Maybe her world was falling apart. But she was fighting a fight she couldn't win on her own and she needed to regroup. New hair color, cute as hell, but wasn't going to solve everything. She'd managed to get her agents and their families out of town on new passports. That was what they'd really all been waiting on wasn't it? The inevitable betrayal of someone, which had happened - Tiger of all people. Which also shouldn't have surprised her. But it had stung.
So here she was. On a beach. With her new dog. And her beer. She was thinking. And sometimes she just wasn't. She'd left Gwen at the hospital with a blank check just in case bills with Flash weren't taken care of - and she had an alert set if she needed her. But she was about all she cared about at that point. That girl was it. For now she'd think, or not think, on the rest of the future. And watch Candy run around with a Polar Bear.
A nice polar bear. This was a weird place, but she knew how to get out, and thus far nothing terrible had happened. Sometimes she slept outside. Sometimes she slept in an air conditioned house. She did wish there were other people there. Sometimes she wished there was one other person there. But she was so mad about it she thought she might bury him in the sand and leave him there for two days if he was there. But she had to let it go. It wasn't doing her any favors. So when she got mad she ran, and hiked, and one night she got completely trashed on the mysterious ever replenishing beer and crowned herself queen of Carter Island.
Then there was today. Today she hiked. Candy at her side. And came across a cave. A cave that looked interesting and glowy. So nosy as she was. In she walked. Closer. and closer still. She thought for a moment she was dying, the way her life flashed before her eyes, like a vision or a movie. Flashes of childhood, Aunt Peggy fighting with her mother on her behalf. Sticking up for her even from her youngest years. Then it just...Stopped. And stuck. Not like a skipping record. But it slowed, and she was leaving for college. On the back of a motorcycle. She remembered that. She was living it again. And again. She could feel the wind in her long (really long) blonde locks. Her bright red lipstick. Her boyfriend (the drummer) driving too fast down the Interstate. Leaving her mother and father shaking their heads on the steps of their too big plantation house.
Virginia to New York in four hours or less was their motto. They hadn't made it in 4 hours. They'd stopped for reasons. Nothing felt like a memory. The longer she stayed the more she felt herself experiencing it than she felt herself watching it. It was less like a movie and more like she was living it all over again. Living that first year at Columbia all over again, her in the dorms, the drummer in his gross apartment. SHIELD came knocking that year. It was about time.
She didn't know how long she was in the cave, because when she walked out...She walked out, with Candy - who was about 8 weeks old (instead of 5 months) into Passages Hotel. Very confused. Very. Very. Very confused. But her 21st birthday was coming up in a few days and not even a weird hotel that smelled like her grandma's house was going to fuck that up.