A/N: Darlton, I shall never doubt thee again.

Drabbleness (100 words) on my favourite character, Danny-boy (as I was so, so glad to hear Sawyer call him, as I call him the same thing from time to time). Mild spoilers for 5.01 and 5.02. Without context you probably won't be too spoiled, but it does kind of make you more wary when watching.

And with a sudden, blinding flash of pure, raw, horribly wonderful clarity, Daniel Faraday bit his lip, fighting back a half-grimace, half-grin, realising that he had become exactly what he was supposed to be.

So years of study, a lifetime of pious devotion, a borderline suicidal mission… it had all lead to this.

It was ironic, he supposed, after listening to the more passionate (or dispassionate, if one chose to look at it that way) of the island waxing philosophy, spouting debate over science versus faith, logic versus belief, coincidence versus destiny.

The man of science had found his destiny.