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Title: Taking Over
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
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lost100's "Articles of Clothing" challenge.
Notes: Erm, yeah. You know, we haven't seen the Thing in the Trees since Locke saw it in "Walkabout." I have a theory, and I remembered in "Men in Black" where the Bug was wearing the "Edgar suit"...and there we have it. My brain is weird. Apologies in advance if this doesn't really fit the challenge.
The piglet runs towards me, away from The Colonel. Its terrified squealing is silenced when I step on it and out into the clearing. The Colonel looks up at me, unafraid, and I look down at him, contemplative.
He is a leader of the people from the airplane, because of his hunting prowess. I have helped him already, and he knows this. Others need help, also. Their pain called to me across the miles. I ask the question: May I? And he answers: Yes.
I shrug him around myself, fusing our essences. This will do. This will do very well.
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
lost100's "Articles of Clothing" challenge.Notes: Erm, yeah. You know, we haven't seen the Thing in the Trees since Locke saw it in "Walkabout." I have a theory, and I remembered in "Men in Black" where the Bug was wearing the "Edgar suit"...and there we have it. My brain is weird. Apologies in advance if this doesn't really fit the challenge.
The piglet runs towards me, away from The Colonel. Its terrified squealing is silenced when I step on it and out into the clearing. The Colonel looks up at me, unafraid, and I look down at him, contemplative.
He is a leader of the people from the airplane, because of his hunting prowess. I have helped him already, and he knows this. Others need help, also. Their pain called to me across the miles. I ask the question: May I? And he answers: Yes.
I shrug him around myself, fusing our essences. This will do. This will do very well.
