Author's Notes: This is the first of hopefully many stories in which they are based off a picture of Daniel Faraday. For the rundown ot the images that go with the stories, please see my info page. (I would put the url in the story itself but that never works.)
Summary: A look inside Faraday's mind when he's not saying anything.
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He can do this. He can concentrate and focus on one thing. His mind goes straying though, and he suddenly has a craving for pickles and mango. But not together. Maybe together? He wonders how that would taste. And pastries with raspberry filling. He shakes his head. Think. Think. He can do this. Just concentrate on one thing. One thing only. Just the island. And it's...things. He bets this is what people with Attention Deficit Disorder feel like. Or rather their brains. Actually, that's probably the whole point of ADD. That the brain won't focus. The body wants to. Like how Dan wants to do this and yet...The letter 'e' is a wonderful thing. Like Emc2. He shakes his head again, okay. Focus. The grass doesn't lie right on the island. That's strange. It seemed almost inspiring. After all those years..were they years? Were the minutes? Either way, he stared, waving his hand over the grass a few more times.
"Dan?"
"Yeah. Yeah." He runs a hand through his beard. "The light's just off a bit. Isn't it?"
"Dan." The voice. Frank's voice. It sounds irritated. Like always.
"Right."
Was he talking to himself? Looking around, he saw Frank staring at him. Good. So he wasn't. He was answering someone. That was a good sign. Unlike the grass. He stopped thinking about the mangoes. The pastries still sounded good though. Frank had to make the trip on the same bearings.
A smile formed on his lips. He did it. Sure, he struggled. But there. Right...there. He thought a single thought. He grinned fully now while everyone else stared to what they thought was a semi-insane man.
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Author's Notes: Thank you for reading!