Lost Fic: For They Shall See God (Cindy)
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ozmissageTitle: For They Shall See God
Characters: Cindy, Lennon, The Temple
Rating: PG
Words: 525
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It’s like no other place she’s ever been and Cindy has been to many places.
A/N: Written for Queen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
that_evening who asked for The Others and The Temple.
The Temple is full of echoes at night, the sound of water dripping and churning is inescapable. Cindy loves it, she lies awake and listens to every creek and hum and imagines the building is alive around her.
Since the first day she set foot inside the Temple, she’s felt it. There’s an energy here, a charge that’s almost electric. It’s like no other place she’s ever been and Cindy has been to many places.
Her homeland Australia, the chaotic streets of New York, and London at dawn---she used to circle the globe, landing in a different country every night. Her mother said she had a case of wanderlust, that it was a phase she would outgrow. But Cindy knew it was something else. She’s always been searching, searching for this.
The children sleep beside her. They’ve grown so much since the crash. They don’t ask after their parents anymore, at least not so Cindy can hear. She’s stopped feeling guilty about keeping them here, about not bothering to try to get them home. This is home now. They were chosen for something more. A gift like that shouldn’t be squandered.
Restless, Cindy leaves the children to their dreams and walks the quiet halls. She smiles at each of the night guards as she passes them. She doesn’t envy them their task. She’s seen the monster on occasion, never as the others have in all of its ferocity, but she’s heard the stories. Lennon whispers them to her from across the campfire sometimes and she watches the reflection of the flames flicker in his glasses. It reminds her of the fire and brimstone speeches she used to hear on Sundays, only she knows these are true, never feels that nagging sense of doubt that haunted her after every sermon.
Lennon isn’t by the fire tonight, so Cindy circles back inside and finds herself staring into the murky waters of the stream.
She was cautioned not to touch it, they all were. She heard Lennon and Dogen talking earlier; there was an edge of worry in their voices. Change is coming, Cindy can feel it.
She leans down and lets her fingers tread the top of the water. She pulls back quickly expecting it to burn. Nothing happens. The pool continues on and her hand is merely wet.
Still she believes.
There is power in this place, in these ancient stones with their incomprehensible carvings.
There is meaning, even if she isn’t sure what the meaning is yet. She’s a part of this place, of these people; it’s all connected.
She settles herself by the pool and closes her eyes. She listens to the steady trickle of the stream, feels the rough edge of stone beneath her fingertips. A breeze blows through the open door and catches her hair, leaving a ghost of whispers in its wake.
If change is coming it won’t reach them tonight.
Cindy leans back against a column and lets the familiar rhythms of the Temple wash over her, gently lulling her to sleep.
Before she drifts off, Cindy says a silent prayer of thanks to a god she’ll never meet.
Characters: Cindy, Lennon, The Temple
Rating: PG
Words: 525
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It’s like no other place she’s ever been and Cindy has been to many places.
A/N: Written for Queen
that_evening who asked for The Others and The Temple.The Temple is full of echoes at night, the sound of water dripping and churning is inescapable. Cindy loves it, she lies awake and listens to every creek and hum and imagines the building is alive around her.
Since the first day she set foot inside the Temple, she’s felt it. There’s an energy here, a charge that’s almost electric. It’s like no other place she’s ever been and Cindy has been to many places.
Her homeland Australia, the chaotic streets of New York, and London at dawn---she used to circle the globe, landing in a different country every night. Her mother said she had a case of wanderlust, that it was a phase she would outgrow. But Cindy knew it was something else. She’s always been searching, searching for this.
The children sleep beside her. They’ve grown so much since the crash. They don’t ask after their parents anymore, at least not so Cindy can hear. She’s stopped feeling guilty about keeping them here, about not bothering to try to get them home. This is home now. They were chosen for something more. A gift like that shouldn’t be squandered.
Restless, Cindy leaves the children to their dreams and walks the quiet halls. She smiles at each of the night guards as she passes them. She doesn’t envy them their task. She’s seen the monster on occasion, never as the others have in all of its ferocity, but she’s heard the stories. Lennon whispers them to her from across the campfire sometimes and she watches the reflection of the flames flicker in his glasses. It reminds her of the fire and brimstone speeches she used to hear on Sundays, only she knows these are true, never feels that nagging sense of doubt that haunted her after every sermon.
Lennon isn’t by the fire tonight, so Cindy circles back inside and finds herself staring into the murky waters of the stream.
She was cautioned not to touch it, they all were. She heard Lennon and Dogen talking earlier; there was an edge of worry in their voices. Change is coming, Cindy can feel it.
She leans down and lets her fingers tread the top of the water. She pulls back quickly expecting it to burn. Nothing happens. The pool continues on and her hand is merely wet.
Still she believes.
There is power in this place, in these ancient stones with their incomprehensible carvings.
There is meaning, even if she isn’t sure what the meaning is yet. She’s a part of this place, of these people; it’s all connected.
She settles herself by the pool and closes her eyes. She listens to the steady trickle of the stream, feels the rough edge of stone beneath her fingertips. A breeze blows through the open door and catches her hair, leaving a ghost of whispers in its wake.
If change is coming it won’t reach them tonight.
Cindy leans back against a column and lets the familiar rhythms of the Temple wash over her, gently lulling her to sleep.
Before she drifts off, Cindy says a silent prayer of thanks to a god she’ll never meet.
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Date: 7/8/10 04:19 pm (UTC)Cindy's always been a mystery to me, I figure she must feel some sort of connection to the place because she seemed pretty happy to be there.
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Date: 7/9/10 06:41 pm (UTC)I honestly haven't thought much about Cindy either, but I'd thought even less about Dogen so I figured I'd give her a shot. ;)
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