Who: Ben Linus & Ned Stark What: Drinking When: 30 March Where: Fallon's Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
He thought he'd be running late when he left the office at quarter to nine, but congestion eased once he was out of Los Angeles and he managed to get to his destination in good time.
It might have been out of curiosity, or a bad habit acquired from work, but he spent about five minutes looking up this 'Ben Linus'. Ned couldn't learn anything about cognitive neuroscience in five minutes but at least he had a few photographs of Dr. Linus, and a brief albeit rather media-sensationalised background about the good work he does.
Ned was still in suit and tie when he walked in, his tardy arrival marked only by the quiet opening and closing of the door. His windswept hair and five o'clock shadow stood out in stark contrast against the smart dress. Perhaps it was his way of rebelling against what has become the white collar uniform. Or maybe one simply stopped caring about these things after a certain age.
"Doctor Linus," he greeted once he made his way over to the only face he could recognise. He offered a smile and a hand, going through the motions that were de rigueur of introductions and formalities.