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Sun Block - March 2010
This story takes place in Season 5 after “The Substitute and prior to “Dr. Linus”.
John Locke was dead. It was only fit that they buried him and that is why she had suggested it. Of course, like most things on the island, the funeral had been bizarre. Ben had admitted to everyone that he had murdered Locke. How does one respond to a statement like that? Sun was unsure. She didn’t feel like talking anyway.
The breeze from the ocean was peaceful and she was thankful to be back on the beach, only if for a little while. Sun knew that they would need to tromp back out into the jungle soon enough. Soon, she hoped, she would be reunited with her husband, Jin.
Her peaceful reverie was interrupted by Frank Lapidus, the Ajira pilot who stayed with her after the rest of her island cohorts had disappeared from the plane prior to landing. She thought Frank for the most part was an “O.K.” guy, although a little too cowboy for her taste. Sometimes though, he got on her last nerve. Now, was one of those times.
“That Ben Linus is one crazy Son of a Bitch,” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe no one has ever put him out of his misery.”
“I almost killed him once,” she replied. “Back in California. Then he told me Jin was still alive, and I came back.”
Frank kicked the sand with his shoe. “Maybe you’d been better off to shoot him then be back on this rock.”
Sun muttered in Korean, “Just go away, Frank. You need a shower and a haircut.”
“What was that?” Frank asked. “I don’t speak Korean.”
Sun looked up at him. “I know,” she replied, flatly.
WHOOSH!
The plastic desk fan could not spin fast enough. Naturally, the air conditioning unit was dead, and they had told her it would be another day before it could be replaced. Yunjin Kim looked out the window of her trailer. Out on the beach, the film crews were setting up a scene with some extras. It seemed that lately, extras got more screen time than she did. A sigh of disgust emerged from her lips as she pulled down the shade.
Yunjin placed her face as close as she could to the plastic fan. Her bangs were damp with sweat and the cool felt good on her forehead. A knock came from the trailer door. She walked over and opened it. Standing there was one of the script assistants named Morty. “Good afternoon. Ms. Kim. They asked me to deliver the next script that starts filming on Friday,” he said as he handed her an item.
Yunjin stared incredulously at the object in her hand. “This is a blank four by six note card.”
Mort looked embarrassed. “Oh, sorry about that,” he said as he took the card from her and flipped it over. “There you go.”
Yunjin read aloud from the card, “Scene 6: Sun looks perplexed at Ilana. ‘What do you mean candidate?’ Scene 18: Sun looks perplexed at Ben. ‘You can help me with the tarp’.”
Mort tried to be helpful. “If you’d like, I can come by tomorrow and run the lines with you.”
Yunjin could barely hide her rage. “Get Carlton and Damon on the phone.”
The blood drained from Mort’s face. “I, I’m sorry, what?”
Yunjin crumpled the note card in her fist and threw it at Mort. “I said, get them on the phone! Now! And get someone to fix my air! Damn it!”
WHOOSH!
Ben caught the shine of silver from the corner of his eye. He looked around and saw that Frank and Sun were down at the beach talking, and he had no idea where Ilana was. Ben walked over to the object, which was nestled in some foliage and reached in to pick up the item. It was a can of Dharma Baked Beans.
“How do you plan to open that?” a voice asked from behind him.
Startled, Ben turned around to find Ilana standing there. “I hadn’t gotten that far,” Ben replied.
Ilana pulled a knife from her shoe. “You have a can. I have a knife to open it. I believe we can pull our resources. It would be good to have something to eat before we head to the temple.”
Ben handed her the can. “Are you sure that’s wise?” he asked.
“We need to get to Dogen and the others and let them know that Jacob is dead,” she replied.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Ben muttered to himself.
Ilana walked down to the edge of the beach. “We have some food. Let’s eat then we need to get to the temple,” she called to Sun and Frank.
Frank sighed, “Great more walking. My feet are starting to get jungle rot.”
“So, that’s what I smell,” Sun said as she stood up to rejoin Ilana.
“Ha,” Frank replied. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.”
Sun looked at him. “I really don’t.”
WHOOSH!
Morty had not returned, and the heat in her trailer was getting too much to bear. Yunjin decided to take a walk down to the beach to watch them film. There really wasn’t anything else better to do.
As she was walking down to the beach, she was stopped by Kristen from E! Online and her cameraman. “Ms. Kim,” Kristen said. “Do you have a moment?”
Yunjin smiled. “I have some time. Would you like an interview?”
Kristen shook her head. “I was just wondering if you knew where Jorge Garcia is shooting today?”
Yunjin’s smile evaporated. “He’s down at the beach. He’s not hard to miss,” she replied.
“Wait!” said Kristen. “Are you here to be one of Hurley’s ghosts? Can you give us a scoop?”
Yunjin’s brow furrowed. “My character’s not dead,” she replied.
Kristen looked perplexed. “Sun isn’t dead? I thought she died on the Ajira flight”
Yunjin was incensed. “Sun is still alive. She is looking for Jin!” she exclaimed. “Didn’t you see the episodes with Sun and Frank in Dharmaville? We ran into John Locke and went down to the statue?”
Kristen put a hand to her face, embarrassed. “Right. Ms. Kim, forgive me. I totally forgot about that. They just haven’t been writing much for your character these days. It’s like the writer’s have Sunblock or something. We’d love an interview.”
Yunjin walked away. “Forget it.”
As she walked along, Morty ran up to her with a cell phone in his hand. “Ms. Kim, I’ve got Mr. Lindelof on the phone.”
Yunjin took the cell phone from him, “Hello, Damon. What the hell is going on with my character? Have the writers got Sunblock or something?”
In sunny L.A., Damon sat at an outside table sipping on a Mimosa. “Yunjin, my darling! Sun and Jin are an integral dynamic of the show, but every now and then we have to focus on other characters. Look what we did to Sawyer in Season Three. We didn’t know what to do with his character, so we locked him up in Othertown. We came to a dead end with Claire, so we had her walk off into the jungle for three years. Right now, Sun and Jin have to be apart and the focus in on the mythology so we can try to make some sense of why the show has been on for six years. Your time is coming my dear; just give it a few more episodes.”
“This is the final season, Damon. Your writers better come up with something good. I’d hate to think I’ve put my Korean film star status on hold just to wander around the jungle without some kind of resolution,” Yunjin told him.
The waiter put another Mimosa on the table as Damon handed him a twenty. “I promise you. It’ll be worth the wait.”
Yunjin hung up the phone. “I think it’s time Sun took matters into her own hands,” she whispered.
WHOOSH!
Everyone was dead at the temple, except for Miles, who had joined Sun and the others as they headed back at the beach. Miles had told Ilana that Ben killed Jacob, so Ilana stood watch as she had Ben dig his own grave. Sun decided to make a more permanent camp, and was working on tying up a tarp.
She was surprised to see Ben rejoin them at the camp. Ilana must have had a change of heart.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ben asked Sun.
Sun embraced Ben and in a moment of undisguised passion. She placed her lips against his and she kissed him. Ben’s eyes bulged in surprise. “You can help me with the tarp,” she told him, seductively.
Ben stepped back. “First you want to kill me, and now you want to kiss me?” he asked stunned.
Sun took him by the hand. “I want to do more than kiss you,” she replied.
In the distance Frank muttered to himself, “That’s whacked up, man.”Ω
