Title: The End
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alex knows her father. She knows the man that he is and the things that he is capable of. She knows that he’s a liar. A fraud. A murderer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Prety dark. Blatant ignorance of canon. Major spoilers for the end of 'Meet Kevin Johnson'.



Alex knows her father. She knows the man that he is and the things that he is capable of. She knows that he’s a liar. A fraud. A murderer.

A murderer.

She repeats that to herself, until her blood boils, until the memory of the two people to whom she’d meant the world, two people who, when she found them, fell into the missing pieces in her heart, laying face-down and dead on the ground has hollowed her out.

They take her, hoping to use her to get to Ben. She doesn’t struggle, because though they have killed them – Karl and her mother – Ben is their murder as sure as if he had done it in front of her eyes.

If it is Ben that they want, Alex sees no reason not to give him to them.

They see the hollow, fiery anger in her eyes and it convinces them to believe what she tells them, to let her go with her word that they will get what they have come here for. She has no reason no to anymore.

It takes a day for her to make her return to the compound, and Ben comes running to her with open arms. She knows that he will ask questions, that he will try to cover up what he has done with false concern, and even more false love.

She won’t give him that chance. She won’t allow him to look into her eyes and to lie about what he as done to her. He is done taking from her.

“Alex—” is all that she allows him to say before the gunshot splits the air, echoes off of the houses and the trees, and sends the loud drums of footsteps pounding toward doors.

Ben looks up at her once before he slumps to the ground. Her eyes are stone.

She has shot him in the kidney, remembering what John had said in the jungle about the fact that he would be dead if not for the fact that he no longer had one.

She receives shocked stares from the assembled, people who had been manipulated and terrorized by the nearly dead man laying at her feet on the ground. Maybe it is not that they’re shocked by this, but shocked by her.

They shouldn’t be. They have lived with this man’s interference in their lives for something like three months. But he has been in hers for far longer than that, and although she has not hated him for all these years, she supposes his every manipulation has been leading to this moment.

She drops the gun just to the right of his head and he turns his head to the side to look at her. He’ll be dead in a minute, maybe less.

She kneels beside him and, as her last words to him, she says, “That was for my Mother.”

The last thing that Alex Rousseau does for the sake of Benjamin Linus is to let him know that she was never his daughter.

And so, when he dies, he does so alone.