Who? Desmond & Athelstan Where? The church. When? Saturday, I think. A week after he passed out, anyway. What? The Resurrection of Desmond Hume. Rating? Moderate, references to violence. Also if you don't like blasphemy, this is probably blasphemy. Status? Ongoing, also open to Lagertha if you like.
So much had happened since that day in the church on the island. Years had passed, life had changed beyond recognition. After being rescued from his first island, and all the information he'd gathered about his condition, about the nature of the island- none of it really mattered. The most important thing that had happened had been Penny, waiting for him with open arms. She had been his rock, she had ran away with him, become the mother of his child, and they were finally free.
He'd thought about the island, of course he had. Obsessively to begin with, but he'd promised her. it was over. He wasn't going back. Only- apparently the island had different ideas. Or more specifically, Benjamin Linus had different ideas. His appearance on the dock that morning had hit him with a horrible shock- the sight of him marching down the pier, towards his boat, towards his family-
"You! What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he'd yelled, a sickly horror in his heart as he turned his attentions from the boat to his voice. No response- no verbal response- Desmond only had a second to take in the psychotic look in his eyes before the trigger was pulled.
In the church, he gasped in fright, the force of the shot folding him in half. "Pen-" he tried to call out to warn his wife, but his throat was raw and dry, he was shaking, he was- he was not on the pier any more. He didn't know where he was-