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The Answer	By : TippyMidget Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Ben, there is something we haven't tried. And there is a specific girl in mind.”
“What are you talking about, Richard?” Ben took his glasses off and leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands on his desk.
Richard shifted on his feet. “We've only been trying... well, conventional fathers. As in, men who age at a normal rate.”
“So, are you volunteering yourself, then?” Ben looked mildly amused and raised his eyebrows.
Richard smiled crookedly. “No. I know this girl too well. The man... well, that would be Jacob.”
“Jacob?! Is that even... Richard, is that even possible?!” Ben scrunched his brow confusedly and gave Richard a confounded look.
Richard swallowed hard and wobbled his head from side to side. “I know it sounds strange, Ben, but we should explore every possible avenue, and this is something we haven't tried yet.”
Ben was silent for a moment and gazed pensively at the wood grain of his desk, peaking his fingertips against his lips.
“How do you know the girl... who are we even talking about here? How do you know she'll be able to see him? Does it seem like a good idea to you to actually show Jacob to a random girl? Not just show, mind you... Have you discussed this with him, Richard?” Ben looked up desperately.
“It's Marian Carmichael,” Richard said, ignoring Ben's other questions.
“The biology student? She's only... what... twenty?”
“Just had her twenty-first birthday,” Richard replied calmly.
“You didn't answer any of my other questions.”
Richard sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Yes, Ben, of course I've discussed this with Jacob. In fact, it was his idea. And I wouldn't have even brought it to you if I didn't think it was wise. I'll sedate her before I take her to him. And Jacob has assured me that she will be able to see him.”
Ben was silent again and looked rather irritated. “So you think she's just going to agree to have sex with Jacob - to get pregnant... when all the pregnant women on this island die...” He threw his hands up and shook his head. “Something tells me she's not going to agree to this, Richard, and I don't exactly sanction rape.”
Richard shut his eyes and sighed deeply. “I agree; it might take some convincing. Let's just talk to her, Ben, and I swear, it'll happen. I honestly think we may see a different outcome here.”
“What does Juliet think?”
“I have no idea; I haven't talked to her.” Richard shrugged.
“Let's try to get the girl pregnant before we talk to Juliet. I don't see the need to reveal any information prematurely.”
Richard nodded.
“Well, would Jacob like to proposition Marian himself, would you like to talk to her, or would you like me to suggest it to her?” Ben smiled wryly at Richard, who pursed his lips and put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet.
“I think it's best if you talk to her,” he said after a moment. “You're very good at convincing.” Ben nodded, rising from his chair.
“I'll go find Marian,” Ben told him, stalking authoritatively across the room. “Wait here. I'll be back. With or without her.”

Richard was right. Ben was exceedingly good at convincing people to do things, even making them believe that what they were doing was their own idea. Marian was quite bright; she'd been a biology student at Carnegie Mellon when Richard had approached her with the offer of an internship. She'd quickly fallen in line once she'd arrived on the Island, fascinated by its anomalies and enthralled by Richard and Ben. She had been on the Island for eleven months now, and she didn't show any signs of wanting to leave.
Ben found Marian to be malleable. That's why he and Richard had chosen her in the first place. She'd been born a Presbyterian but had converted to Catholicism. She was from Chicago and had been an adamant Chicago sports fan, but suddenly started liking the Steelers when she moved to Pittsburgh to go to school. So when she'd come to the Island, she'd adjusted quickly and learned to like it.
When Ben presented her with Richard's idea, she had balked at first.
“I don't want to have sex with a man I've never met,” she told him, shaking her head. “And if I get pregnant, I'll die.”
Ben set down the cup of coffee she'd made him and sighed gently. “Marian, this is the very research you've been involved in for the last year. Jacob thinks this is the answer to our problem. You will be doing your people and the Island a great service by doing this. I promise, Jacob will be good to you.”
She'd agreed, finally, and Ben had given her an electronic fertility monitor. The day before her peak fertility, he told her, she was to let him know, and they would give her a sedative.
True to her nature, Marian came around to the idea, eventually embracing it wholeheartedly. The thought of coupling with Jacob, with the Island's keeper, the mysterious leader she'd never seen or heard... that was intriguing to her. She was lucky that they'd chosen her for this.
Now Richard sat in Jacob's chamber in the ruins of the statue of Taweret, with Marian sleeping peacefully on a mattress beside the fire.
Jacob sat with his knees tucked up to his chest, gazing at the girl. She was petite and slender, and she had auburn hair that reached the middle of her back. Her wide eyes were green hazel, and her lips were naturally dark pink. She wore a turquoise short-sleeved blouse, jeans, and sneakers, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
Richard looked over at Jacob, who gazed wordlessly at the girl and picked absently at the hem of his lightweight brown pants.
“She'll wake up soon,” Jacob said finally, and Richard nodded.
Right on cue, Marian stirred and mewled weakly. Richard hustled to her and put his hands on her shoulders, slowly guiding her up to a sitting position.
Marian blinked her eyes slowly and squinted in the dimness of the chamber. “Where am I?” she asked, her voice thick.
“If I could tell you that, would I have had to put you under?” Richard asked, smiling crookedly at her. She hesitated and shook her head, brushing a few stray hairs off her face and looking around the room. When her eyes locked on Jacob, she gasped and startled.
Jacob calmly rose from his sitting position and came out of the shadows to stand beside the fire. His bare feet padded on the stone floor. When he reached Richard's crouching figure and the frightened girl, he bent and extended his hand down to her.
“Hello, Marian,” he said gently. “My name is Jacob.”
Marian looked as though she didn't know whether Jacob was inviting her to shake his hand or whether he was offering to help her stand up. She timidly touched his hand, her own trembling fiercely, and when she did, Jacob grasped it and continued bending down until he was crouching in front of her, looking straight at her.
His intensely blue eyes locked onto hers and he smiled mildly. With his left hand, he reached up and brushed Marian's long bangs aside, letting his knuckles graze her skin. She shivered beneath his touch, suddenly calming substantially.
“It's going to be fine,” Jacob told her, his voice soft in the hollow chamber. Marian sighed shakily and nodded, biting her bottom lip. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, and she nodded again, this time more enthusiastically, giving him a weak smile. Jacob released her hand and rose, taking a few steps back and looking down at Richard.
“Are you hungry or thirsty?” Richard asked congenially, giving her a slightly awkward smile.
Marian grinned kindly at him. “No, thank you, Richard. I'm fine.”
“You should have some water. That sedative dehydrates you,” he told her, holding out a canteen. She nodded and took it, taking a few gulps and wiping her mouth on her arm.
She was silent for a moment, and she looked from Richard to Jacob nervously. Finally, she cleared her throat.
“So... are you going to stay?” she asked Richard, and he laughed.
“No,” he answered in a cordial voice. “I'll be waiting outside. Jacob has the sedative and some orange juice to give you before I take you home.”
“Oh. All right.” Marian shifted and stared at Jacob, who was standing in front of a strange tapestry, inspecting its weave.
“Bye, Jacob,” Richard said casually, which surprised Marian, since this was, after all, the man to whom everyone ultimately answered. Jacob kept his back turned but raised a hand in farewell, and Richard tapped Marian's shoulder. “You'll be fine,” he told her reassuringly, and then he stalked from the chamber, out an open doorway that seemed to lead to a fairly dark hallway. Marian wondered again where on Earth they were, but temporarily shook the thought from her mind when Jacob turned around, his arms crossed over his chest, and began to walk toward her.
“You're afraid,” he noted curiously, tipping his head to the side.
“A little,” Marian admitted, shrugging.
“Of what?”
“I... I don't know you, really,” she stammered.
Jacob grinned ruefully. “There isn't much to know,” he insisted.
“I'll bet there's loads to know,” She tucked her knees closer to her chest.
“For what it's worth, I know you very well,” he told her confidently. Marian raised her eyebrows.
“How?” she asked.
He sighed. “I have my ways,” he said.
“What do you know about me?”
He tipped his head to the side again, an idiosyncrasy that Marian found rather magnetic for some reason. “I know that you've had four cats in your life, and the two cats you left behind are what you miss most about being on the Island. I know that you drove a Honda Civic. Silver. I know that you play the trumpet and you sing. You're an alto. You fell off a horse and broke both wrists when you were sixteen years old. You worked in the library on Carnegie Mellon's campus. You've only been with one man, a boyfriend named Tim who ran track and took you skiing. You broke up with him just before you left to come here. And I know a lot more than that.”
Marian gaped in wonder, open-mouthed and amazed, realized she looked like a fish, and shut her mouth.
“So, you see, I know you. I've known you for a very long time,” Jacob told her, crouching down and sitting cross-legged facing Marian on the mattress. He reached out gingerly and placed his hand on her cheek, and Marian shut her eyes and sighed. His touch was as soothing as drinking warm milk, and it simultaneously calmed her nerves and sent a tingling sensation through her veins. “Look at me,” he said very gently, and Marian forced her eyes open to stare into his deep blue gaze. “No one is making you do anything,” he reaffirmed, shaking his head slowly.
“I want to, Jacob,” she said confidently, swallowing hard.
Jacob bit his lip. “All right,” he replied. “May I kiss you?” he asked quietly after a moment.
Marian considered to herself that this was Jacob asking to kiss her, and that she'd be stupid not to let him. She should welcome it, she told herself, and be grateful for it.
“Of course you can,” she said to him, her voice sounding hoarse and unsure to her own ears.
Jacob flashed her a quick smile and reached forward to take her face in his hands. Her breath quickened and goosebumps raised on her arms as Jacob leaned in and softly brushed his lips against hers. His lips were smooth, she noticed, but his strawberry blonde scruff scratched the skin around her mouth. Marian shut her eyes, thinking she ought not to look at Jacob as he kissed her. She parted her lips and he lightly planted kisses on them, eventually tracing her bottom lip with his tongue.
Marian gasped slightly and her eyes darted open. Jacob grinned at her and whispered, “It's all right, Marian.” He pulled her face closer to him and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Marian squealed quietly but let him in, and he explored her mouth assuredly, his tongue caressing the roof of her mouth and engaging hers in what turned out to be an ungainly dance. Eventually, Marian gave in to Jacob's kiss and began returning it, reaching up to place a hand on his scruffy cheek. She felt the curious warmth spread throughout her body, and she moaned softly into Jacob's mouth.
He reached behind her head and pulled the band from from her ponytail, and Marian broke their kiss to shake her hair loose. Jacob ran his fingers through her long auburn locks, carefully stroking her scalp with his fingertips.
“This has been a long time coming,” he said, moving to kiss her neck. Marian gasped.
“Has it?” she managed. Jacob nodded as he kissed her, and she moaned again, this time more loudly. “I'm sorry,” she said between gasps. “I'll be quiet.”
“No one can hear you,” Jacob told her, his voice muffled by the skin of her neck. His hands reached between them and began unbuttoning Marian's turquoise blouse, and she was surprised by his forward actions. She let him continue nipping and lapping at her neck, her mewling urging him on, as his fingers nimbly managed with her buttons. When he finished with them, he pushed her shirt back, revealing her gray satin bra, and pulled back from her neck. She huffed in protest, but he flashed her a little grin, and she smiled back at him. “You're beautiful,” he said kindly, brushing his thumb under her eye.
Marian smiled wider and mumbled her embarrassed thanks, feeling her cheeks flush. Jacob slid his finger under the strap of her bra and looked into her eyes.
“Do you want to leave this on?” he asked, his voice serious. Marian giggled and shook her head no, and off it came, his fingers as agile with the hooks as though he removed women's lingerie all the time.
Her jeans came off, as well, and so did his button-down shirt and brown pants. Yet, in their bareness, Marian felt no awkwardness, no shame. Amazed by his size, she spent long minutes riding him as he lay on his back on the mattress.
“I can make it fast for you,” he said to her. “So it's over sooner.”
“No!” she insisted, her face flush with bliss. “Take your time. Please.”
He put his hands on her waist, and at the site of his touch she felt energy being imbued transdermally into her, and it was almost too much to bear.
“Oh, God, Jacob!” she cried, nearly laughing at the irony of combining the notions of God and Jacob.
When they were finished, she suddenly felt profoundly uncomfortable without her clothes on, and she scrambled to get dressed again.
“Will you come back tomorrow?” Jacob asked as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Marian buttoned the top button on her shirt and nodded. “As long as Richard brings me,” she said, “I'll be here. Even though I have no idea where 'here' is.”
He nodded solemnly. “Thank you, Marian.”
“Do you have the sedative?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Are you ready to go?”
She nodded, and he handed her the small cup filled with orange juice. “I'll see you tomorrow, then,” he said.

The next day, Richard came to Marian's house at eight o'clock in the morning and gave her more orange juice.
“I'm getting pretty sick of O.J.,” she told him. “And is it safe for me to be sedated so much?”
“It's perfectly safe. You're not in any danger,” Richard promised her. Marian gave him a look but swigged down the juice, anxious to wake up in Jacob's presence again.
When she did, Richard wasn't there.
“Where's Richard?” she asked groggily, looking around the chamber curiously.
“He thought that I could handle you myself today,” Jacob answered.
Marian nodded. She sat up, and she was joined by Jacob, who sat beside her and took her hand in his. “You don't have to do this again, Marian. Once may have been enough.”
She smiled gently at him. “Once probably wasn't enough. Besides... I liked it,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing.
Jacob grinned. “Yeah, me, too,” he told her, stroking her cheek carefully.
She liked it even better the second time, when he took her clothes off slowly and purposefully, laid her on her back, and made love to her like it was the last time anyone on Earth was going to be able to do that. She found herself lost beneath him, staring up at his sculpted chest and looking into his blue eyes with what must have been the most bewildered expression he'd ever seen.
This time, she didn't hurry to get dressed. He lay beside her, and she tucked her head between his shoulder and chest, and flung her arm across him. He petted her hair and kissed her forehead, and at last she spoke.
“Are we in the Temple?” she asked.
“Marian...” Jacob said wearily.
“We are, aren't we?”
“No,” he answered after a moment.
“Then where are we?”
He was silent for a long minute. Finally he said, “If I tell you where we are, if I show you... you need to promise me two things, Marian, and I'm only doing this because I trust you.”
She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him, his eyes glowing in the firelight. “What do I need to promise?” she asked.
“That you will never tell anyone, and I mean anyone, where you were, and that you'll only come back if Richard tells you I asked you to.”
She nodded emphatically. “I swear,” she said.
“All right, then. Get dressed,” he said, heaving himself off his back and striding to the pile of his clothes. When they were both clothed again, he took her by the hand and walked her down a narrow, dark corridor to a stone wall, which he proceeded to push open. The bright sunlight shocked Marian's eyes; there had only been a stream of light from the hole at the top of the chamber inside, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. She saw the beach and heard waves crashing, and saw Richard sitting on a log down on the sand.
“Where...”
“Look up,” Jacob told her, and she took a few steps outside and tilted her head up. She realized she was at the four-toed statue, the ruins of what had long ago been a skyscraper-sized statue of something. So Jacob lived in here?
Richard turned and came running up from his place on the beach.
“You showed her?!” he exclaimed, sounding shocked.
“Marian, will you give Richard and me a moment, please?” Jacob asked calmly, giving her a deliberate look. She nodded and stepped away, taking Richard's place on the beach.
“What if she goes and tells everyone?” Richard hissed at Jacob.
“She's not going to do that.” Jacob's voice was as still as a millpond.
“How do you know?”
“Ricardus, you have to trust me,” he put his hand on Richard's shoulder and nodded.
“She's flighty.”
“She is intransigent about the things that matter,” Jacob insisted.
“Oh, like religion? Like relationships?” Richard held up his hands.
Jacob sighed. “I've known her for twenty-one years,” he said. “We can trust her. Confía en mi, Ricardus. Estoy en lo cierto.”
“Espero que sí,” Richard replied, turning his back and walking away.

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