This idea came to me while I was sleeping, because my subconscious is twisted like that.
The focus is on Ben, even though in the beginning part it doesn't seem like it.
LOST is claimed by Darlton, not me. Sadly.
Though, I am sipping tea in Jacob's Cabin.
The water was unusually calm as the New Islanders watched Ben and Locke paddle to the main Island. People had complained that they wanted to be on the raft too. They complained that those two were mysterious. Why should they be trusted? What if they never came back? Ilana marched up to Caesar.
"Why did you let them go alone?" she angrily whispered underneath all the heavy complaints.
"You know how the bald one, Mr. Locke, said he was dead before?"
Ilana nodded. "Yes, he said that. Really strange, isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah. Really strange. But get this, he said he was killed. And guess by who?"
"Who?"
"The other guy, the one of the raft with him. That's what Mr. Locke said."
The two stared at each other. Caesar began to feel awkward when Ilana didn't reply. He cleared his throat. "So I thought they could use some privacy."
"You idiot! What if the other guy tries to kill him again?"
"You see him? He was all bloody and his arm was in a sling. I don't think he could, he's too small."
"Still, Caesar. If this guy is murderer, he should be tied to a tree over here or something. Not out there!"
Caesar looked down at his feet. "I don't think the guy will be coming back here."
"What?"
"I said I wanted to give them some privacy." Caesar leaned closer to Ilana. "Mr. Locke had a gun." Caesar carefully left out the part that Locke got the gun from him. At first, Locke didn't want to take it. But Caesar had told him they wouldn't give him one of the rafts if he didn't take it with him. For safety purposes.
"This is crazy," Ilana said.
"I know. But don't make a scene, alright? Mr. Locke seems like an okay guy."
"Whatever. I just hope he gets his business sorted out before rescue comes."
Caesar kicked up some sand. "If rescue comes," he muttered.
"Excuse my lousy paddling. My arm still hurts," Ben said.
"The Island can resurrect me, but not fix your arm?" Locke asked. That shut Ben up. Of course, there was a high level of hostility in the raft. Locke had every right to feel angry, Ben understood that. But it made him nervous. That was an unusual feeling for him.
"I suppose we are going to see Jacob." Ben said. Locke sat there, paddling, not looking back or responding. "Do you know where the cabin is?"
"I really do not want to talk to you."
That shut Ben up again. The comment made Ben believe Locke was confused on what to do next. That is something the Island does. It confuses you, it makes you wait, it makes you try the impossible. That is something Ben had to grow up with. He grew able to cope with it. But since Alex's death, everything had grown cloudy. He couldn't decipher anything anymore.
The two made it onto the main Island's beach and set the raft down on the sand. Silently, Locke began to trek into the jungle even though he didn't know where to go. Ben followed him anyway. Jacob, at the very least his cabin, had the ability to move around now. He wondered what happened to the powder circle. Maybe the magical time jumps whisked it all away.
Time passed, it was darker out, but somehow the two stumbled upon the cabin. Ben hadn't paid much attention and didn't look for the circle. It didn't really matter much now. They were here.
Ben was about to go through the door, but Locke stopped him.
"You're staying here," he said. "If he wants you, then I'll come out here and get you."
Ben nodded. There was no use trying to argue or manipulate him. He could be patient. Ben sat down on the dirty ground and watched Locke go in. The broken window made it easy to eavesdrop.
"John," a voice said. Ben immediately knew this wasn't the voice of Jacob. "It's good to see you back. But we still have a bit of a problem."
"What? I did what I was told, Christian. I was a sacrifice. People came back."
"Then where is Aaron?"
"Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? I was dead." It was a bad idea for Locke to get into an argument with someone with so much power. But this was 'Christian.' The name sounded so familiar for some reason, but Ben still knew he wasn't Jacob. Or anywhere close to Jacob.
"Sorry John. But your friends are still on this Island. They are in a different time zone, but still here. You just won't see them."
"They're okay?"
"They're okay. Sun and the pilot Frank are with you though. They are the ones who took the raft." Ben heard many things wrong with this Christian guy. Jacob would've said "my Island." It is his anyway. Jacob also prefers to use last names, to be less personal. It took awhile for Jacob to stop calling him Linus. Now it's Benjamin.
"There is another task you'll have to complete," Christian continued. "You must first lead the new people who crashed."
"But what about Richard and them? Those are suppose to be my people."
"Nothing is wrong with some practice. Hopefully it won't be too long."
Locke lowered his voice a bit. "What about Ben?"
"He has his own things to do, you don't have to worry about him." That sounded ominous. "We are pretty much done here. You can go and send him in."
Ben could see the plain frustration on Locke's face when he walked out. Ben stood up and dusted dirt off his pants.
"He's ready for you."
Ben went into the cabin. Quickly he found a piece of wood and put it over the broken part to the window. He hoped Locke didn't notice that. Ben turned around to see the true Jacob sitting in his rocking chair. No Christian in sight.
"Benjamin. Long time no see. Sit down. I have a job for you that would be in your best interest to take."
Suspense, suspense, suspense! Ha. I foresee more chapters in the future.
I think it would be in your best interest to read them.
LordXwee