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The Answer	By : TippyMidget Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marian awoke the next morning to see that the fire Jacob had built the night before on the beach had burned out. He was awake, sitting up propped up against the log, and was weaving together palm fronds.
“Morning,” Jacob said to her, though she hadn't sat up or given any outward indication that she was awake.
“Hi,” she responded, her voice hoarse. She got up off the blanket Jacob had brought her the night before and walked over to sit beside him. “What are you making?” she asked, looking at the braided chain of palm fronds in his hands.
“Nothing in particular,” he replied, setting it down. “Are you hungry?”
“Not really a breakfast person,” she told him, shaking her head. She looked at her watch and jarred to attention. “Oh, my God! It's nine o'clock!”
“Is it?”
“I have to get back. Richard and Ben are going to be furious with me.” She frantically began packing her things up into her backpack and looked at Jacob apologetically. “I'm sorry,” she said plaintively.
“Don't take such a long way home,” he said calmly. “You can cut an hour and a half out of your walk if you go the right way.”
“Well, will you tell me the right way, then?”
He gave her detailed directions, drawing a map in the sand with a stick. “Don't get lost this time,” he cautioned her.
“Yeah, I'll try not to,” she said rather bitterly. She put on her sunglasses and heaved her backpack onto her shoulders, and Jacob rose to stand in front of her.
“Don't wait for Richard to tell you to come back,” he said gently, brushing a few stray strands of hair off her face. “Come back whenever you want to. If you want to. You don't have to.” He looked rather flustered then and took a step back.
“I will,” Marian said kindly, smiling at him. “I'll be back soon. Thank you.” She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, her soft lips scratched by his dark blonde scruff. In response, he took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips.
“Till next time, then,” he said quietly, running his hands down her arms and squeezing both her hands.
“'Bye, Jacob.” She tore herself from him and managed to turn away, walking determinedly down the beach.

“What do you mean, you spent the night?”
Richard was fuming in Marian's living room, and Ben stood silently behind him with his arms crossed. Marian threw her arms up helplessly.
“He asked me to!” she exclaimed. “He said you two would cover for me!”
Ben and Richard looked at one another. “We almost sent a search party,” Ben said. “I thought you'd gotten lost in the jungle, but Richard – correctly, it seems – said, 'No, she's probably with him.'”
“Well, he was right.” She bit her lip and looked like she was going to cry.
“I think your relationship with Jacob has gotten to be... inappropriate,” Richard said, raising his eyebrows at her.
In return, Marian narrowed her eyes back at him. “Who are you to say what Jacob can and can't do?” she demanded. “Last time I checked, he was in charge. And maybe Ben should give us a moment to talk in private, because I have something to tell you.”
“Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of Ben,” Richard insisted. Ben looked mildly surprised, and Marian looked quickly from one to the another.
“Fine,” she said after a moment. She looked back at Richard. “I know about you,” she said with a hint of venom in her voice. “I know when you got here. He told me.”
Richard looked at Ben, then back to Marian. He sighed. “All right,” he said calmly. “That's fine.”
“I think everyone around here needs to treat me with a little more respect,” she said, the timbre of her voice wavering. “Because there's a lot more involved in this whole operation than you two.”
When he spoke next, Richard's voice was dangerously quiet. “I think that respect needs to go both ways, Marian,” he said. “Ben and I brought you to this Island; you're being a little ungrateful now, don't you think?”
“You lied to me! You told me it was an internship and that I'd see my parents again in six months! They probably think I'm dead!” She threw her hands up again and scoffed incredulously at Richard. “And now, the thing that's making me the happiest, Jacob... you're trying to take it away!”
Richard sighed and was quiet.
“Do whatever you want, Marian,” Ben said suddenly. “Just don't let your work suffer.” Richard looked at him, alarmed, but didn't question him in front of Marian. She looked triumphantly at both of them and smiled mildly.
“Thank you, Ben,” she said. “Are we finished here?”
Ben plastered a fake smile on his face and nodded, tapping Richard on the shoulder and turning his back to walk out of Marian's living room.
When they were out on the front lawn, Richard stopped walking and raised his hands inquisitively to Ben.
“What was that about? 'Do whatever you want?'”
Ben licked his bottom lip and laughed bitterly. “I'm not about to tell Jacob what to do. Are you?” Richard didn't answer. Ben crossed his arms and started to walk away. “I didn't think so.”

Marian had foolishly let night fall while she was walking to the statue several days later. She had left too late, having worked with Juliet in the lab until 2:30 before taking her packed backpack and surreptitiously sneaking out of the Barracks. Only Richard had known she was leaving; she had told him the day before that she'd be gone overnight and not to worry, and he had pretended not to care.
Now she stopped walking and leaned against a tree, tired from her walk and not at all sure where she was going in the dark. She took out her compass to get her bearings, but even then was not certain she'd be heading in exactly the right direction. She took out her water and took a swig – the night was muggy and steamy, and her skin shone with sweat after walking for several hours.
From her left, Marian heard a rustling in the leaves and was instantly on alert. She assumed a defensive position and prepared to run away, thinking it must be a boar or an animal of some kind. She squinted in the darkness, but it was a new moon and she could barely see in front of her now that the sun had sunk below the horizon. The sound developed into clear footsteps, and Marian's heart started racing with fear as she scrambled to take her flashlight out of her backpack.
“Who's there?” she said shakily, her voice quiet in the dark forest.
“Me,” a voice responded, and a figure in a white shirt and dark pants stepped out of the foliage. Marian stopped digging for her flashlight and broke out into a grin.
“Jacob!” she exclaimed. “Thank God you found me! I'm completely lost.” She zipped her bag back up and slung it over her shoulders, trotting over to where Jacob stood silhouetted in the night.
“You're not lost anymore,” he told her, reaching his hands out to squeeze her shoulders gently. “But you need to come with me. You're being followed.”
“What?” Marian looked self-consciously behind her. “By whom?”
“Goodwin. He and Juliet were curious about where you've been disappearing to these past few weeks. He's ten minutes behind you, tracking you.”
Marian looked horrified. “You have to get out of here!” she said, her voice shrill. “I'll go back! I'm sorry!”
“No, Marian, just come with me. You'll be safe. We both will.” He slid his hand down her arm, leaving a trail of tingling behind, and squeezed her hand, pulling her along with him as he turned to walk away. They walked in silence for five minutes before Marian finally cleared her throat.
“Where are we going?” she asked. “I was lost, but I'm pretty sure this isn't the way to the statue.”
“It isn't,” Jacob responded calmly. “We're going somewhere your tracks will go dead. Somewhere Goodwin won't find.” Just then, a square image appeared in front of them, and Marian strained in the darkness to see what it was. As they drew nearer, she realized it was a cabin, a wooden cabin shrouded in shadow.
“What is this place?” she breathed.
“A man named Horace Goodspeed built it, twenty-six years ago,” Jacob answered, leading her toward the doorway. “Step over the ash,” he said, looking down at a ring of black powder surrounding the cabin. Marian stepped carefully over it and followed him to the door of the cabin. He pushed it open and it creaked loudly. He gestured for her to enter, and she did, slightly unnerved by the abandoned structure. It was pitch black inside, and she couldn't see anything, so she ran into a table in the middle of the room. Jacob followed her in and walked confidently to something Marian couldn't see. She heard the fizzing strike of a match and saw the sudden glow of a flame, then could make out Jacob's visage in the luminance of a lantern he'd lit. He hung it on a hook on the wall, and the little room was bathed in dim, flickering light. Marian looked around herself and absorbed her surroundings curiously. There was an old portrait of a dog, some jars filled with mysterious liquids, a few chairs, and the table. The wooden floor was dusty and creaked when she walked on it.
“We'll stay here until he gives up on your trail,” Jacob said from the corner, jarring Marian out of her observations. She looked at him and nodded solemnly.
She hesitated for a moment and bit her lip. “Are you mad at me?” she asked after a moment.
He looked at her inquisitively. “Why on Earth would I be mad at you?”
“I'm kind of a problem,” she said, embarrassed. “I got followed and made you leave the statue and come get me. And to make matters worse, I was lost again. I'm sorry. You have better things to worry about.”
He stepped across the room to stand in front of her, his chest just inches from her face. “Marian,” he said with a gentle smile, “You are not a problem, and I am not angry.” Her long bangs fell into her eyes, and he brushed them away. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed quiet.
“What is it?” she asked nervously.
“May I kiss you?” he requested, looking skittish.
“Jacob, why do you even ask permission anymore?” She rolled her eyes at him and grinned, reaching up to snake her arms around his neck.
“Is that a 'yes'?”
“That's a 'yes.'”
He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers, but she huffed in protest, wanting more. He swallowed and smiled at her and took her face in his hands, and then he dove in. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and plied it around, eagerly grasping her cheeks. Marian squealed and giggled quietly, frantically kissing him back. On her face, where he touched her, she felt a jolt of energy like a mild electric shock shoot through her skin, followed by an intensely pleasurable sensation coursing through her veins like a drug. After a long minute, she finally broke away to catch her breath. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and took a step back. Jacob slid his hands down her torso to her waist and smiled at her.
“Jacob,” she said, her voice and face suddenly serious. “How do you feel about me? Honestly?”
He looked puzzled. “Didn't I just show you?”
“I want you to tell me. Please,” she added plaintively, looking curiously at him. He brushed his thumb under her eye and slid his fingertips along her scalp, sighing and looking into her eyes with an intense gaze.
“I have loved you... for twenty-one years,” he said simply, shrugging and biting his lip. Marian looked away and swallowed hard, blinking rapidly through the tears forcing themselves to her eyes. They were silent for a moment, in which the only sound was the rustling of foliage outside in the hot night breeze. She eventually forced herself to look back at him, and he was looking quite calmly at her, his hands dropped down to his sides, waiting for her to respond. When she didn't, he smiled kindly at her and said, “You'll say it back someday. Not tonight, but someday.”
All she could do was nod numbly and whisper, “Please kiss me again.”

Marian knocked on Richard's door at eight in the morning, nervously holding in her hand what she hoped would cause all his animosity toward her to cease. She bobbed on her feet anxiously while she waited for him to answer the door, looking up at the sky and noting that it looked like a storm was coming in. Finally, Richard's door opened and he stood there, immaculately dressed as always, and gave her a look.
“Marian,” he said. “Good morning. Come to tell me you're going to see Jacob again? I suppose it has been five days since you last went. You know, you really don't need to tell me every time you leave. You should tell Ben, because he's the one who's going to care that you're gone overnight.”
“That's not why I'm here, Richard. Can I please come in?” Marian twitched apprehensively, still clutching her precious lading.
Richard eyed her curiously. “Okay,” he said. He stepped into his living room, and Marian followed him. “Have a seat,” he told her, gesturing to a wing back chair next to a sofa, on which he sat. “What's going on?”
Marian flashed him what she'd brought him to see. In her hand, she held a pregnancy test she'd taken from Juliet's office. On it was one window with a single bar and another window with a clearly defined plus sign. She held it out toward him and said, “It's positive. I'm pregnant.”
Richard's eyes widened and he gulped, looking from the test to Marian and back again. “Are you sure?” he asked finally.
“I took three tests. They were all positive.”
Richard nodded slowly, staring blankly ahead. “Okay,” he said after a moment. “It worked. So quickly...” He sighed and looked at Marian. “Don't worry. The whole point of this is to have a safe delivery.”
Marian looked frightened but nodded quickly. “I... have to go to work. Should I tell Juliet?”
“No. Wait until Ben knows. Then all of us will meet with Juliet. Go; I don't want you to be late.”
She nodded again and tucked the pregnancy test away in her purse. She rose and walked from the house, leaving Richard behind in awe.
“I'll be damned,” he said to himself after she'd gone, and he got ready to leave.
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