Part 127: The Ties That Bind Part 2
Sawyer and Kate made their way through the grassy hills. It was going into the late afternoon. The southern man decided not to kill the boar afterwards. The brunette wondered what made him change his mind. Was it Locke’s speech? Was it what Kate said? The brunette tried to get a look at his face by leaning over. Sawyer saw her do this and looked away. When he realized she was still trying to get him to look her in the face, he finally whispered, “Stop doing that.”
“Ready to admit you overreacted about the boar?” she asked.
“I ain’t admitting nothing.” He groaned.
“It was just a boar, Sawyer,” Kate agreed, “Maybe now you’ll be wise to blame yourself for your problems and not anything else.”
“Well, that’s nice, Mrs. Sigmund Freud, “ he scoffed, “When we get the time, you find me a couch and I’ll tell you about my momma.”
“I would like to hear about your mother,” she giggled.
“Well, you ain’t gonna.” He grunted.
The couple arrived back at the beach, right by Sawyer’s tent. They made their way over to it, and he immediately flopped down, shoving his backpack aside. Kate just smirked, finding it funny that all that trouble and he looked just as pissed as when the boar attacked him originally. “You are going to give that gun back to Jack, right?” she asked.
“Yes, yes, holy dog crap, I’ll give it back,” He said, leaning back onto his makeshift chair/bed, “Ain’t you got someone else you can bug for a while?”
“Why? I enjoy bugging you.” She giggled.
A barking sound interrupted Kate’s thoughts. She looked over into the distance where Michael was building his raft, and Walt was playing with his dog. The young black boy threw a piece of plastic into the air, while Vincent the dog ran after it. The Lab grabbed it with his teeth, rushing to bring it back. Kate then wondered something. “That seems kinda odd.” She whispered.
“What does?” Sawyer groaned, wanting to go five minutes without hearing her voice.
“I am surprised that Eddie and Walt haven’t gotten together. You know, that boy that came with Tony and his group? They are roughly the same age. Plus, they seem to be the only children on this island.”
“Maybe Eddie is a racist?” the redneck smirked.
“That’s not funny, Sawyer.” Kate hissed back at him.
Sawyer held up his thumb and index finger, measuring something small. “It was a little funny.” He grinned.
Kate sighed looking back into the distance. “I hope Eddie’s parents turn up.”
Sawyer opened one of his eyes, “What did you just say?”
“I said I hope Eddie finds his parents. Hurley didn’t find them when he was doing his census. They weren’t even listed among the dead.”
“Wait a sec . . .that blind guy is not the boy’s father?” Sawyer said confused.
“No, genius. He’s just been looking after Eddie. His parents are the Trascals.”
“Trascal?” Sawyer said, with a hint of recognition.
Kate wondered about that, cause it did sound like Sawyer had heard the name before. Before she could ask anything, he scooted over to his left and opened up one of his many suitcases containing all his stuff. He started tossing small items aside. Then he pulled out his collection of wallets. He started looking through each one, then stopped on a black leather one. The southern man opened it up and looked at the driver’s license. “Aw, man,” he moaned, “Now I remember.”
“What, Sawyer?” Kate asked.
Sawyer slowly stood up and handed the wallet to Kate. She opened it up and gasped. The driver’s license was to a man named Edward Trascal. “Where did you get this?” she demanded.
“At the bottom of a lake,” he moaned, rubbing his eyes,” Remember our little dipping session? Then we had to retrieve your stupid case?”
Kate’s eye went wide. “Oh, my god, “ she whispered, “That couple who was still in their chairs.”
“Yeah,” the redneck said, taking off his shirt, “We met the Trascals and didn’t even know it.”
“Well you better tell him then.” She said, trying to hand the wallet back.
“WHOA, HOLD THE FLIPPING PHONE!” Sawyer said, backing off, “I ain’t gonna tell him, YOU tell him!”
“Don’t be a child, Sawyer,” she grunted, “You were the one who took the wallet out of Eddie’s father’s coat!”
“I know but there ain’t no way in hell I am telling that boy his parents are dead, so you can forget it,” he grunted, “You wanna be the bearer of bad news, go right ahead.”
Kate grunted heavily out her nose as she grabbed her bag and started to walk toward Tony’s encampment. She then turned around and looked at Sawyer. “Have you EVER done the right thing in your life?” she hissed at him.
Sawyer looked at her disappear into the distance as she walked down the beach. He massaged his cheeks and leaned back. He didn’t bother to answer her; cause it would have been NO. He just wasn’t ready to admit it.
Kate arrived at their encampment. She looked around for Eddie but didn’t see him. Tony and Marita were talking inside their tent. They seemed so happy. Kate didn’t want to do this but in her heart she knew it had to be done. “Uh, Tony?” she called, “Marita?”
“Yeah, Kate?” Tony smiled, “How are you?”
“Could I . . uh . . .talk to you a second? You too, Marita?”
“Sure, Kate,” the Latina smiled, helping Tony up.
The couple walked over to the brunette that had been so kind to them. Marita was concerned that Kate’s face didn’t have the slightest bit of joy to it. She could tell something was wrong. Even Tony could feel it from the way she spoke, as if something had happened. “Kate, what is it?” Marita asked.
Kate’s eyes were starting to swell up in tears. She wondered briefly to herself, why she was crying; she barely knew these people. But they had all suffered so much and the suffering, apparently, was not over. “I’m so very sorry,” she sniffed, “But a few weeks ago, Sawyer and I were swimming in a nearby lake at a waterfall. We were diving to see how far we could go . .and . . .we found this couple still in their seats from the plane crash.”
“Couple?” Tony asked.
“Sawyer dove down and took the man’s wallet. When I told him of the name Trascal, he showed me the wallet.”
Kate handed it to Marita. Tony’s face started to bunch up; a mixture of rage and sadness. Marita slowly opened the wallet, looking at the driver’s license. She already knew what it was going to say but she had to look for it anyway. “Oh, God, Tony,” she started to weep, “It says Edward Trascal.”
“His parents. . . .are at the bottom of a lake?” he grunted, tears flowing from his good eye.
“Yes, Tony,” Kate said, taking his arm, “I am so sorry.”
“It’s not fair,” the blind doctor started to weep, “That boy has suffered enough. This shouldn’t have happened like this. Not . ..like this.”
“They’re dead, aren’t they?” Eddie said, behind him.
Tony and Marita turned to the sound of the young boy. Eddie started at them, with a mixture of sweat on his brow and sand on his knees. He was staring at them coldly, with no emotion. “Eddie . . .” Marita cried.
“Don’t cry, Marita” he smiled, “I knew they were dead. Some how I just knew it.”
Tony shook his head. This didn’t sound like a nine year old boy who just got faced with the knowledge that both his parents are gone.
“They are in Heaven and I should be happy about that, right?” he laughed.
“Eddie, it’s natural to feel hurt,” Tony told him, “You don’t have to hide it.”
“I ain’t hiding nothing, Tony,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, “I swear to you, I am all right.”
The little boy turned around and began to walk away. The blind doctor was so very concerned for him cause he wasn’t sounding like any child would have knowing their parents were dead. Then he paused when he heard Eddie’s footsteps had stopped. Marita looked into the distance. The boy just stood there, motionless. Slowly his knees began to buckle. Then he leaned forward and threw up. “EDDIE!” Tony called to him.
The Latina and the blind doctor rushed to the little boy. Eddie was trying to breath, taking in massive gasps of air. Tony took him by the arms, holding him. The little boy gasped and gasped; then began to cry. He started to wail over the loss of his parents finally. Tony held onto him as the little boy squeezed his neck. Marita didn’t know what to do, so she hugged them both.
Kate wiped her tears and began to walk away. She could bare to witness that scene no more.
“Ready to admit you overreacted about the boar?” she asked.
“I ain’t admitting nothing.” He groaned.
“It was just a boar, Sawyer,” Kate agreed, “Maybe now you’ll be wise to blame yourself for your problems and not anything else.”
“Well, that’s nice, Mrs. Sigmund Freud, “ he scoffed, “When we get the time, you find me a couch and I’ll tell you about my momma.”
“I would like to hear about your mother,” she giggled.
“Well, you ain’t gonna.” He grunted.
The couple arrived back at the beach, right by Sawyer’s tent. They made their way over to it, and he immediately flopped down, shoving his backpack aside. Kate just smirked, finding it funny that all that trouble and he looked just as pissed as when the boar attacked him originally. “You are going to give that gun back to Jack, right?” she asked.
“Yes, yes, holy dog crap, I’ll give it back,” He said, leaning back onto his makeshift chair/bed, “Ain’t you got someone else you can bug for a while?”
“Why? I enjoy bugging you.” She giggled.
A barking sound interrupted Kate’s thoughts. She looked over into the distance where Michael was building his raft, and Walt was playing with his dog. The young black boy threw a piece of plastic into the air, while Vincent the dog ran after it. The Lab grabbed it with his teeth, rushing to bring it back. Kate then wondered something. “That seems kinda odd.” She whispered.
“What does?” Sawyer groaned, wanting to go five minutes without hearing her voice.
“I am surprised that Eddie and Walt haven’t gotten together. You know, that boy that came with Tony and his group? They are roughly the same age. Plus, they seem to be the only children on this island.”
“Maybe Eddie is a racist?” the redneck smirked.
“That’s not funny, Sawyer.” Kate hissed back at him.
Sawyer held up his thumb and index finger, measuring something small. “It was a little funny.” He grinned.
Kate sighed looking back into the distance. “I hope Eddie’s parents turn up.”
Sawyer opened one of his eyes, “What did you just say?”
“I said I hope Eddie finds his parents. Hurley didn’t find them when he was doing his census. They weren’t even listed among the dead.”
“Wait a sec . . .that blind guy is not the boy’s father?” Sawyer said confused.
“No, genius. He’s just been looking after Eddie. His parents are the Trascals.”
“Trascal?” Sawyer said, with a hint of recognition.
Kate wondered about that, cause it did sound like Sawyer had heard the name before. Before she could ask anything, he scooted over to his left and opened up one of his many suitcases containing all his stuff. He started tossing small items aside. Then he pulled out his collection of wallets. He started looking through each one, then stopped on a black leather one. The southern man opened it up and looked at the driver’s license. “Aw, man,” he moaned, “Now I remember.”
“What, Sawyer?” Kate asked.
Sawyer slowly stood up and handed the wallet to Kate. She opened it up and gasped. The driver’s license was to a man named Edward Trascal. “Where did you get this?” she demanded.
“At the bottom of a lake,” he moaned, rubbing his eyes,” Remember our little dipping session? Then we had to retrieve your stupid case?”
Kate’s eye went wide. “Oh, my god, “ she whispered, “That couple who was still in their chairs.”
“Yeah,” the redneck said, taking off his shirt, “We met the Trascals and didn’t even know it.”
“Well you better tell him then.” She said, trying to hand the wallet back.
“WHOA, HOLD THE FLIPPING PHONE!” Sawyer said, backing off, “I ain’t gonna tell him, YOU tell him!”
“Don’t be a child, Sawyer,” she grunted, “You were the one who took the wallet out of Eddie’s father’s coat!”
“I know but there ain’t no way in hell I am telling that boy his parents are dead, so you can forget it,” he grunted, “You wanna be the bearer of bad news, go right ahead.”
Kate grunted heavily out her nose as she grabbed her bag and started to walk toward Tony’s encampment. She then turned around and looked at Sawyer. “Have you EVER done the right thing in your life?” she hissed at him.
Sawyer looked at her disappear into the distance as she walked down the beach. He massaged his cheeks and leaned back. He didn’t bother to answer her; cause it would have been NO. He just wasn’t ready to admit it.
Kate arrived at their encampment. She looked around for Eddie but didn’t see him. Tony and Marita were talking inside their tent. They seemed so happy. Kate didn’t want to do this but in her heart she knew it had to be done. “Uh, Tony?” she called, “Marita?”
“Yeah, Kate?” Tony smiled, “How are you?”
“Could I . . uh . . .talk to you a second? You too, Marita?”
“Sure, Kate,” the Latina smiled, helping Tony up.
The couple walked over to the brunette that had been so kind to them. Marita was concerned that Kate’s face didn’t have the slightest bit of joy to it. She could tell something was wrong. Even Tony could feel it from the way she spoke, as if something had happened. “Kate, what is it?” Marita asked.
Kate’s eyes were starting to swell up in tears. She wondered briefly to herself, why she was crying; she barely knew these people. But they had all suffered so much and the suffering, apparently, was not over. “I’m so very sorry,” she sniffed, “But a few weeks ago, Sawyer and I were swimming in a nearby lake at a waterfall. We were diving to see how far we could go . .and . . .we found this couple still in their seats from the plane crash.”
“Couple?” Tony asked.
“Sawyer dove down and took the man’s wallet. When I told him of the name Trascal, he showed me the wallet.”
Kate handed it to Marita. Tony’s face started to bunch up; a mixture of rage and sadness. Marita slowly opened the wallet, looking at the driver’s license. She already knew what it was going to say but she had to look for it anyway. “Oh, God, Tony,” she started to weep, “It says Edward Trascal.”
“His parents. . . .are at the bottom of a lake?” he grunted, tears flowing from his good eye.
“Yes, Tony,” Kate said, taking his arm, “I am so sorry.”
“It’s not fair,” the blind doctor started to weep, “That boy has suffered enough. This shouldn’t have happened like this. Not . ..like this.”
“They’re dead, aren’t they?” Eddie said, behind him.
Tony and Marita turned to the sound of the young boy. Eddie started at them, with a mixture of sweat on his brow and sand on his knees. He was staring at them coldly, with no emotion. “Eddie . . .” Marita cried.
“Don’t cry, Marita” he smiled, “I knew they were dead. Some how I just knew it.”
Tony shook his head. This didn’t sound like a nine year old boy who just got faced with the knowledge that both his parents are gone.
“They are in Heaven and I should be happy about that, right?” he laughed.
“Eddie, it’s natural to feel hurt,” Tony told him, “You don’t have to hide it.”
“I ain’t hiding nothing, Tony,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, “I swear to you, I am all right.”
The little boy turned around and began to walk away. The blind doctor was so very concerned for him cause he wasn’t sounding like any child would have knowing their parents were dead. Then he paused when he heard Eddie’s footsteps had stopped. Marita looked into the distance. The boy just stood there, motionless. Slowly his knees began to buckle. Then he leaned forward and threw up. “EDDIE!” Tony called to him.
The Latina and the blind doctor rushed to the little boy. Eddie was trying to breath, taking in massive gasps of air. Tony took him by the arms, holding him. The little boy gasped and gasped; then began to cry. He started to wail over the loss of his parents finally. Tony held onto him as the little boy squeezed his neck. Marita didn’t know what to do, so she hugged them both.
Kate wiped her tears and began to walk away. She could bare to witness that scene no more.
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