These Dreams – Chapter 1
Eris Blake did not like falling asleep unless her body demanded it. Unfortunately for Eris Blake, her body had reached its breaking point. She sighed, loud enough for the large black man next to her to notice with a silent raised brow.
This would have been intimidating for most with the paired facial expression he gave, but Eris did not care. There were only three things she feared. Camel spiders, deja vu, and dreams. Thankfully one of those three could easily be prevented by not going to any deserts in the Western and Eastern Hemispheres. Dreams, could be put off as long as sleep was not needed, but unfortunately, deja vu was just as preventable as crossing one's fingers and hoping for the best.
Los Angeles was hours away.
Her eyelids were barely holding themselves up.
Things were not looking good.
Look at the bright side Eris, maybe loverboy will make an appearance.
Or maybe your plane is going to crash into an island.
An island you've dreamt about all of your life.
An island that has a consciousness that knows who you are Eris Wren Blake..
An island that wants you.
Eris rubbed her eyes harder than necessary and shook her head, tossing her chestnut colored hair about her so that she could run her fingers through it, a nervous habit. Her fingers toyed with her bangs for a moment, sliding them just a smidgen to the side so that their tips wouldn't go directly into her eye.
When she landed the first thing she was doing was getting her bangs cut. Yes, Los Angeles would have plenty of hair salons. She could get her hair cut, maybe some ends trimmed, and then on her first day of the job she would feel fabulous. Of course, after the hair cut she would have to take the first train to Stanford.
The Stanford Library of Knowledge scholarship had been her ticket back to the states, and out of her father's house. Although she would miss her father's new wife, she was a lovely person. Maybe she could visit when she earned some vacation time.
She stretched out her legs for the third time and stifled a yawn. Eris took off her shoes, readjusted her socks, and then slipped her shoes back on. The plane was a little chilly and she rolled down the long black sleeves to her undershirt and pulled her navy blue shirt back into place so it wouldn't be wrinkly. She looked down at the brown font on her shirt and smiled. Her mother had gotten her the shirt from some silly shop. In brown font on the navy blue shirt read letters that got progressively bigger and they read: Everything will be OK.
A nap couldn't possibly hurt. This was her lucky shirt. And coupled with her lucky underwear, she should be fine.
She leaned her seat back the minuscule amount it allotted, and closed her eyes.
~ * ~ * ~
The world is black.
Something hits her leg and her eyes open.
She's on the plane. A man comes into her vision, he's older, with bright blue eyes and a friendly demeanor, "I'm sorry dear," he says, "I'm just trying to get to the bathroom, I didn't mean to wake you." He pats her arm in apology, and continues towards the bathroom.
She sits up, using the lever on her chair to make it come back up.
A flight attendant comes by and offers her a pillow if she would like to go back to sleep.
She politely declines and the flight attendant moves onto another passenger in the next row who is trying to doze off. The passenger accepts the pillow. A child cries. She overhears someone accidentally spill their drink, and the following sounds of collaborative cleanup.
The plane hits a patch of turbulence, and the flight attendant abruptly leaves her section for the one in front.
The pilot uses the speaker system to say something about everything being normal.
Her gut cringes. Her eyes close. She brings up her legs and buries her face in them as she wraps her arms around herself.
The scene blacks out.
She's walking in a jungle.
Her black converses are treading the jungle floor, each step as carefully as if she's avoiding glass.
There's a clearing ahead.
A wooden house in the middle of the jungle.
The wind whispers, the tree dance.
Her eyes open wide as a voice on the breeze blows the hair by her ears.
"He's here. You belong here."
"Where?" she asks, "Why?"
"You wouldn't come, so I had to bring you."
She bites her lip nervously and says, "You won't tell me your name, how can I trust you?"
Her heart beats faster, the voice speaks softer.
"Don't speak of me, run or he won't find you."
"Who is he!?"
"RUN!"
She's standing on a beach, the plane is wrecked, survivors of the crash are crying, screaming. The ocean stretches out for miles, her eyes look around her, and then settle on the jungle.
"RUN!"
An invisible force physically pushes her into the jungle and she starts to run.
Trees and screams, trees and screams, until there's only trees.
She's run miles. But she keeps going.
Her shoes are untied.
She bends down to tie them, someone comes up behind her, they both know each other is there.
She stands up, turns around.
He's standing there. Staring at her.
His eyes are dark. He knows her as well as she knows him..
Previous dreams flash quickly now. Sensations across her skin as she feels him against her, hears his ragged breaths, tastes his bottom lip, smells all of the things that make him exotic. All she sees is him.
~*~*~
Someone bumps her leg.
Eris opens her eyes.
"I'm sorry dear," a man with bright blue eyes and a kind face explains, "I'm just trying to get to the bathroom, I didn't mean to wake you." He pats her arm in apology, and continues towards the restroom.
All Eris does is watch in utter horror, her wide dark green eyes, unblinking as she watches the man make his way to the restroom. She inhales deeply and exhales. There's nothing she can do.
Unfortunately she knows from past experiences that no one would believe her. With grim resolve she sets her seat up, and tightens her seat belt. She turns in time to see the flight attendant coming with the pillow and she shakes her head politely and points at the passenger in the next row.
She doesn't trust herself to speak, she's too scared. There's no way out. As the flight attendant passes she lets her tears fall. She listens for the child, when it screams she brings her legs up.
Everything was not going to be OK.
A/N: This is my first LOST fanfic. I'm just kind of...playing with this. I really just wanted to read some awesome Richard fanfiction, but there doesn't seem to be that many on here so I decided to make my own.
Like I said before, I'm just kind of playing with this, so...here I go. I'm currently watching all of LOST right now, and am up to Episode 4 on Season 4. So...cut me some slack ok?
Thanks for taking the time to read my fanfic.