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The Answer	By : TippyMidget Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Four days later, Richard came to the station where Marian was working with Juliet.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked. Marian suddenly felt her heart race, like she'd done something wrong, though she didn't know what. She knew that Richard didn't trust her with Jacob's secret, that he thought Jacob had gone too far in letting Marian know where he lived. But she hadn't gone back. She'd stayed at the Barracks, dutifully working and trying not to think of him, of Jacob, as she did her job as Juliet's lab assistant and discussed the fact that a pregnant woman, Laura Kipken, was fast approaching the point in her second trimester where all the other women had gotten sick. They'd been running tests on Laura and monitoring her, and so far she had shown no symptoms, but Juliet said it was only a matter of time, and didn't seem very optimistic.
So when Richard showed up asking to talk to Marian, she wondered what it was about, and reasoned that it probably wasn't anything good. She followed him out of the room, Juliet staring curiously after them. They stepped outside the station and Richard crossed his arms over his chest.
“He wants to see you.”
“Who... Jacob?” Marian furrowed her brow.
“No, Ethan!” Richard said sarcastically. “Yes, Jacob. He wants you to go to the statue.”
“Right this minute?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Richard clarified.
“What does he want?” Marian asked nervously.
“You tell me,” Richard said cynically. “Don't get... close... with him, Marian.”
“What?” she looked taken aback.
“Oh, don't pretend to be offended. You know what I mean.”
“I have absolutely no idea what you mean.” Now Marian crossed her arms over her chest. “He asked for me, Richard. Did I ask you to take me back there? No, I didn't. But I'm going back tomorrow morning.”
“Fair enough. Do you know the way?” he asked patronizingly.
She pursed her lips. “Yes, Richard, I know the way. Can I go back to work now?”
Without waiting for his permission, she stepped back inside the station and got straight back to work with Juliet.

It took hours the next morning to walk to the statue. Marian left before dawn, and she didn't reach the edge of the jungle until her watch said it was nine thirty. She'd be quite a sight when she stumbled sweaty and dirty back into the Barracks tonight, she reckoned, though she thought perhaps she hadn't taken the most direct route to the statue and had gotten a little lost along the way, and that she could shorten her return journey by asking Jacob for directions. She'd brought her backpack with her, and in it was a heavy-duty flashlight, two large bottles of water, a change of clothes, and some food.
Finally, the statue came into view through the trees. Marian stepped out onto the beach and proceeded down the sand, sighing as the beach encroached into her shoes. She was rather exhausted, and hoped that whatever Jacob wanted was worth the trek. She walked for a while, staring at the ground, and when she looked up again, she saw Jacob's figure sitting on the big log on the beach in front of the statue. She shook her head and laughed to herself, walking more briskly toward him.
“Hi,” she said simply when she drew close, thinking to herself that she sounded like a simpleton.
“Hello, Marian,” Jacob replied, smiling gently. He wore a powder blue cotton shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and light khaki pants, and he looked significantly cleaner and less sweaty than Marian did in her Chicago Blackhawks fitted t-shirt and jeans. She had thought of dressing nicer for him, but had considered Richard's warning and wanted to appear nonchalant, so she had dressed down and had put her hair into pigtail braids.
“Not a Penguins fan?” Jacob asked her, and Marian looked down at her shirt.
“You can only take so much Chicago out of the girl,” she replied, and he grinned crookedly and nodded.
“Want some fruit?” He squinted up at her in the bright sunlight and held up a wooden platter covered in fruit segments. There was banana, mango, passion fruit, papaya... it looked like it had taken a long time to prepare, and it was intricately arranged on the platter. Marian raised her eyebrows.
“Thanks,” she said pleasantly, sitting down on the log and taking off her backpack. She pulled out her water bottle and took a long draft before partaking in some of Jacob's fruit.
“Long walk,” Jacob noted mildly.
“I walked back the other day,” she shrugged. “But I think I took a really long way here.”
He nodded as if affirming that she had, and she gave him an odd look.
“I didn't think you were going to ask me to come back until next month,” she said. “You do know how ovulation works, right? I can't get pregnant today.”
He chuckled under his breath and took a bite of banana. “That's not why I asked you to come,” he told her.
“Why, then?”
He looked at her with his squinted gaze and smiled. “I just wanted to see you.”
“Oh.” Marian shifted on the log and took a bite of mango. “You know,” she said, “When I first saw you, you looked really familiar to me.”
“That's probably because you'd met me before.” Jacob looked out at the ocean.
She scrunched her brow and reached in her backpack for her sunglasses, which she took out and put on. “Where?” she asked.
“In the Starbucks below your apartment in Pittsburgh,” he answered, still looking at the waves.
“What?”
“Your freshman year. You had left your wallet upstairs in your apartment, so you couldn't pay for your iced chai latte. The man right behind you in line paid for it for you. You offered to run upstairs and pay him back, but he refused.” He looked over at her, looking amused.
She, for her part, looked shocked. “That was you? I remember that!”
“That was me,” he nodded.
Marian set down the mango she was eating. “Well, thanks for the latte. You don't seem like the kind of person to frequent a Starbucks.”
“I'm not, really,” he agreed.
She paused for a moment, then laughed out loud. Jacob raised his eyebrows at her.
“It's just... oh, God,” she giggled. “After that, I went and told my friends that some guy in Starbucks was hitting on me by buying me a drink.”
“Maybe I was,” he said simply. “Did it work?”
“Honestly? I remember thinking that the guy who bought me that drink was very good looking but way too old for me,” she said.
Now Jacob laughed. “I am much too old for you,” he confirmed. “You have no idea.”
“How old is Richard?”
“Why?” Jacob looked at her suspiciously, but her sunglasses were dark and masked her expression.
“Ethan Rom says Richard has looked the same since Ethan was a little boy.”
“Richard came to the Island a very long time ago,” Jacob said, looking away.
“When?” Marian knew she was being pushy, was pressing Jacob to tell her things that were secret and special and really none of her business. He swallowed hard and looked as though he were considering whether or not to tell her any more about Richard, and he finally gazed back up at her very seriously.
“1867,” he said finally, and Marian knew he didn't want to expound on it any further than that. She went wide-eyed and felt genuine surprise and incredible curiosity – was Richard immortal? Was he human? Was Jacob? When had Jacob come to the Island? - but she didn't ask any more questions, and simply nodded.
“I liked visiting you in Chicago better,” Jacob said suddenly.
Marian narrowed her eyes, convinced she had heard him wrong. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Do you remember the hockey game where you scored a hat trick?”
“The Gordie Howe hat trick, or the traditional hat trick?” she laughed.
“What's a Gordie Howe hat trick?” Jacob looked confused.
“You score a goal, get an assist, and get in a fight, all in the same game,” she replied.
“I've never seen you get in a hockey fight,” Jacob replied with a smile.
“He lost. The other guy,” Marian said, flexing her miniscule bicep comically. She was scarcely five feet tall, after all.
Jacob shook his head and laughed. “No. I saw you score three goals in one game.”
“Did you throw your hat on the ice for me?”
He nodded. “Very lucky I happened to have a hat that night.”
“And a complete coincidence, too, that you should be there for that game,” Marian said sarcastically. She softened her expression and shrugged helplessly. “How did you know to come?”
He looked at her slyly. “I have my ways,” he said cryptically, and Marian sighed.
“This isn't why you had me walk for hours before the sun came up, is it? To tell me that you bought me a latte and came to a hockey game and admit to me that Richard is really, really old?” She was getting sore from sitting on the hard log, so she slid down the front of it to sit on the sand.
“No, it isn't,” Jacob affirmed, joining her on the sand.
“Then why am I here?” she asked, her voice weary.
“So that I can do this,” he said, leaning over and taking her face in both his hands. He kissed her, gently at first, just a soft touching of his lips on hers. But after the indescribably electric sensation between them ignited, his kisses grew more urgent and impassioned, his tongue frantically engaging hers, stroking the roof of her mouth insistently. She let out a low moan into the kiss, urging him on, and at the sites where his hands pressed against her cheeks she felt a current of tingling soaking into her skin and going straight to her brain.
Before she knew it, her black t-shirt was off, and her jeans, as well. She frantically unbuttoned Jacob's shirt and peeled it back to reveal his sculpted torso.
“What if somebody comes?” She asked suddenly, putting her hand on his wrist as he moved to unhook her bra.
“Nobody's coming,” he said confidently, and Marian had faith that he knew that for a fact. Within moments, they were both completely bare and she was on her back, abruptly conscious that sand would be stubbornly lodging itself in her hair.
He plunged into her and she gasped loudly as his immense size again overwhelmed her. His girth was so massive that she cried out from the sensation. She couldn't help herself. As he thrust into her again and again, his member rubbing her most sensitive areas in a glorious friction, she felt the edge approaching and shut her eyes for a moment. Realizing she desperately wanted to see Jacob, she forced them open again and gazed up at him. He leaned down to kiss her briefly, and then he moved to her neck.
The sensations were too much. The sand grated against the back of Marian's body as she moved in tandem with Jacob, and his huge organ continuously inched her closer to climax. Now he nuzzled at her neck, and she cried out his name as she came, thinking distantly to herself that if there were someone in the trees they would be exceedingly confused. A moment later, Jacob was gasping on top of her and stopped thrusting, and she felt the warm wetness leak out of her after he pulled himself out.
For a moment they lay there breathing heavily, and Marian let her fatigued eyelids fall shut. After a while, she said, “I'm going to go rinse off in the water. I'm covered in sand and... stuff...” and she heaved herself onto her feet.
“That's a good idea,” he said, and they walked toward the shore, wading into the warm water. Marian made it out to water that was up to her waist, but the waves forced her to tread every time a large one came, and she soon considered herself adequately rinsed. She went back to the beach and stood on the sand, waiting for the hot sun to dry her off, feeling her pale skin baking beneath its rays as beads of water evaporated off of her. Jacob joined her, standing a few feet away.
“Do you have any kids already?” she asked him, trying hard not to ogle his nude form.
“No, not really.” He gazed down at his feet and crossed his arms.
“What do you mean, 'not really'?” She shaded her eyes with her hand and shamelessly looked right at him, unable to fight the impulse.
“I don't have any of my own. But there's a girl... well, she's a woman now, a little older than you, and she's like a daughter to me.”
Marian stared confusedly at him. “Does she live here, on the Island? What's her name?”
“No, she doesn't live here. Her name is Ilana,” he said, looking wistfully out at the ocean as he was wont to do.
“Well, maybe I'll get to meet her someday,” she remarked, tearing her eyes off of him and staring at the sea, wondering what he found so fascinating about it.
“I hope so,” he answered. Feeling sufficiently dry, he turned around and shook out his clothes, sending grains of sand flying. Marian turned around as well, but folded her sweaty, sandy t-shirt and jeans and took out a green t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants from her backpack. The t-shirt was one she'd received from one of her fellow biology students, and it had a science joke on it: “A Spoonful of C6 H12 O6 Helps the Medicine Go Down.”
Jacob chuckled when she put the shirt on. “That's funny,” he said, as she brushed sand out of her pigtail braids.
“Glad somebody gets it,” she smiled. “I... have a long walk back.” She gestured awkwardly at the jungle and zipped up her clothes into her backpack.
“You don't have to go today,” he told her. “You can stay here.”
“That's quite an invitation, Jacob, but I think everyone will wonder where I am,” she said with a wry grin. She tipped her gym shoes upside down and clapped them together to get all the sand out, and bent down to start tying them on.
“Richard – and Ben – will cover for you,” he assured her confidently, his voice and face exhibiting the stoic calm she observed in him in moments when she felt least sure about something and had to figure out whether or not to trust him.
She stood and hesitated, debating internally whether or not to reach for her bag. She could leave, right now, go back to the Barracks, and never come back to the statue. She could tell Richard she was done with his little experiment. But then, the “damage” could already be done. And, if she was honest with herself, she was drawn to Jacob like a moth to light, like a magnet. She was addicted already to the sensation of his hands on her skin, and at the thought of never being touched by him again, her stomach wrenched. It was stupid infatuation, she thought ruefully to herself. She knew nothing about him. She knew he was very, very old, that he lived in a broken statue, that he could come and go on and off the Island, that he was close with a young woman called Ilana, that he was seemingly omnipotent... and that he liked to eat mango. This was not, she thought, a very sound knowledge base on which to establish a relationship with someone. Yet, she found herself with full and complete faith in him, more enthusiastic and vigorous faith than she'd ever had in anything or anyone else in her life. If he said she wouldn't get in trouble for staying, well, she didn't think he was lying. Furthermore, if that was what he wanted her to do, she thought she had damned well better do it.
“All right,” she said at last. “I'll stay.”
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