Part 135 : Day 31

The morning seeped through the top of the jungle canopy. Mandy moaned in Boone’s arms, as they were in a small secluded grove near the cave. They decided to spin the night together in private to stay together; alone among other things. Mandy massaged her neck and rolled over, placing her arm around her love. “That was incredible.” She groaned.

“Wasn’t that supposed to be my line?” he smirked.

“I am so glad you came up with this idea.”

“Yeah, it’s one of the most secluded places here.” He whispered to her, “I wanted to spend some time with you. I couldn’t wait.”

“I like you being forceful,” She said, kissing him on the lips.

The two lovers rested under their blanket staring at the sky. Mandy rested on Boone’s chest; feeling his hair beat. The young man returned the gesture by gently stroking her hair. It was a moment they want to stay in forever.

But such a thing couldn’t happen on an island with 40 people.

Boone turned his head see who was approaching. He groaned as he realized it was his step-sister. Shannon looked at them in disgust. “I can’t believe this.” She hissed.

Mandy stood up, starting to put on her clothes. Boone slowly rose up, looking at the blonde standing next to him. He offered no words; just a disgusted look of his own. Mandy stood up, putting on her shirt. Shannon crossed her arms, then looked down at Boone. “Did you use a condom?” she asked.

“I don’t think condoms survived the plane crash, Shannon.” He grunted back at her.

“Boone, you’ve only met her five days ago. Now you are already in the sack with this whore?”

“HEY!” Mandy retorted, “You don’t know me, you don’t have the right to judge me! You make this sound so cheap.”

“And there was nothing cheap about it.” Boone said, standing up and putting on his shorts.

“Why, Boone?” Shannon exclaimed, “I don’t understand, why her?”

“You know, Shannon . . “ Boone sighed, then brought Mandy close to him, putting his arm around her, “I could try to explain it to you but I have a feeling I would be wasting my breath.”

“You’ve changed.” She hissed.

“For the better.” He retorted.

Shannon scoffed and turned around, storming away. Boone sighed, then kissed Mandy on the temple. The young blonde was slightly upset over the fact of what Shannon called her but she didn’t want to make her mad either, not for Boone’s sake. “What should I do about her, Boone?” Mandy asked.

“Don’t worry about her,” he said, kissing her nose,” She is just getting back at me for what I said to Sayid.”

“I don’t want to cause a rift between you and your step-sister.”

“It’s okay. This rift has been forming for quite some time.”

Boone proceeded to put his shirt on, and his pants. Mandy felt a little dirty from the condensation they slept among. The young man suggested she go get a bath and be clean for him later. She giggled, pinching his butt. Boone laughed, then embraced him, as they shared one more kiss. Mandy then made her way back to the beach, while Boone went off to find Locke.


At the beach, the majority of the group was waking up. McKay slowly awoke, looking at his friends. John was asleep with Mia in his arms. Tony, Marita and Eddie were huddling together as always in the tent. Next to him, rested the lovely Taylor. The Australian leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She moaned playfully, then turned over. Then the man grunted, standing up.

He slowly began his descent toward the water. The ocean waves collided against the wet sand, making a white noise he had grown so accustomed to hearing. McKay slowly walked into the water, letting his pants get wet. He really didn’t care any more; hardly anybody did. He leaned over, and cupped some salt water, splashing it on his face. Gasping from the freshness, he felt able to face the day. Then he fell into the water a foot collided hard with his butt. The Australians gasped, as he quickly got up from the shadows. Before him stood the smug demeanor of Sawyer. “C’mon, Paul Hogan,” he said, “let’s see what you got.”


Mandy emerged from the woods. She yawned, feeling a small pain in her lower back. She felt a nice hour in the ocean water would do her good. She looked into the ocean to find what spot she wanted to take and then gasped, seeing McKay and Sawyer trading blows. The man she had come to love as an older brother punched Sawyer across the jaw. The southern man then swung around and back handed the Australian. Mandy then quickly ran toward Taylor, shaking her awake. “Taylor, wake up, quick!” she demanded.

“Mandy, what?” she woke up.

“McKay is fighting Sawyer!” She pointed.

Mandy’s yelling woke up everybody else. John leaned up and saw his Australian friend delivering body blows to the redneck. Tony heard what the young blonde was saying ; surprised but not unexpected. John slowly got up to proceed to help his friend but the blind doctor could easily hear his movement in the sand and what he was trying to do. “John, don’t interfere.” Tony ordered.

“But Tony . .Sawyer must have been the one who started it.” The archer pointed out.

“That may be true but this has been building up for some time. It’s best to let these two get it out of there system.”

John couldn’t fault the logic, but he decided to stick by his friend regardless. Taylor and Mandy quickly ran down to the fight, as did other survivors. John took Mia’s hand and they ran toward to the scuffle. Shortly Tony and Marita followed.

Sawyer split blood as McKay punched him twice across the face. The redneck grunted, feeling of his busted lip. He then swung his elbow, connecting it with McKay’s cheekbone. The Australian grunted from the blow, feeling his eye swell up already. Sawyer then flashed his hands, and then instead of hitting him, grabbed him by the shoulders and then slammed his foot into McKay’s crotch. The opponent gasped as the air in his lungs left him, and then collapsed onto the sand. “You dirty bastard!” John screamed at him.

“What’s wrong, Curley?” Sawyer laughed, with bloody teeth, “Them Australians didn’t teach there is no such thing as a fair fight?”

“No such thing as a fair fight?” He said, leaning up, “I’ll have to remember that.”

McKay then grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into Sawyer’s face. The redneck screamed as he was temporarily blinded. The Australian got up and ran toward him, tackling him. Sawyer yelped as they both went into the ocean. John watched intensely, giving the play by play to Tony. McKay then grabbed Sawyer by his long hair, and held it, punching him in the face. He then punched him again and again. “YEAH, MCKAY!!” Taylor leaped up and down like a cheerleader, “KICK HIS ASS!”

Sawyer then thrust up his hand, slamming it in McKay’s neck. The Australian coughed, as he couldn’t breath. The southern man then grabbed him in a headlock, trying to knock him out. McKay gasped for air, then saw the bandage around Sawyer’ upper arm. He quickly hit it, making the redneck scream in pain. Then he turned around and headbutted him. Sawyer blinked then returned the head butt. Both men stumbled around, dizzy. Then they both ran toward each other and managed to punch each other in the mouth, at the same time. Both men fell hard against the sandy beach. “Holy crap!” John blinked, never expecting that to happen.

“Who’s down?” Tony asked.

“They both are.” John said in disbelief.

“NOW …break it up.” The blind doctor ordered.

The archer ran down to the beach, follow by Martin and Seth. The three friends grabbed McKay and pulled him up. Before Sawyer could react, Jack and Sayid grabbed him, pulling him away from the scuffle. “What the hell did you guys do?” Jack demanded.

“What do you mean, Jack?” John grunted, “HE started it!”

“He burned the raft!” Sawyer screamed.

McKay opened his eyes, then coughed from the blood coming down his nose. “What did that bastard say?” he asked.

“Sawyer, what make you think he burned the raft?” Sayid demanded.

Sawyer shoved the two men aside. He took a moment to catch his breath, then spit out blood. He reached into his blue jean pocket, and pulled out an object. He held it up. McKay blinked, seeing the object was clearly his. “That’s my lighter!” he pointed out.

“Yeah, “ the southern man responded, tossing it to Jack,” I found it about six feet from the burning raft.”

“And you quickly deduced I left it there,” McKay thrust up his hands, “How bloody brilliant! Call NASA, we got a genius on our hands!”

“How about it, McKay?” Sayid asked.

“I lost it yesterday, Sayid. I don’t know how it got there but I didn’t burn the raft. Why would I want to?”

“To get revenge on me.” The redneck hissed, “And the comments I made about your precious Taylor. Can’t take your insults like a man and respond to my face.”

“You son of a bitch!” Taylor screamed, “McKay wouldn’t do anything that petty!”

“Well, maybe you don’t know him as well as you think, Barbie.” The redneck pointed.

“Mr. Sawyer.” Someone called.

Everybody looked to see Rose and Bernard walk up into the crowd. The old black woman looked at him, then to McKay, then to Jack. “This man didn’t burn the raft.” She whispered.

“How do you know, old woman?” Sawyer demanded.

“Cause he was with me and my husband when the raft caught fire. In fact, we had been talking long before the sun went down.”

“Oh, come on!” Sawyer said in disbelief, “She is covering for him cause he brought her husband back to her!”

“Are you calling me a liar, sir?” Rose hissed.

Everybody froze. McKay smirked at the silence. Jack sighed, raising an eyebrow. Rose was a highly religious woman; always in tuned with her faith. If anybody believed she was lying, it would be like Kate having the ability to read minds. Jack slowly walked over to McKay and handed him back the lighter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I don’t know what happen but I trust Rose at her word.”

“Thanks, Jack,” McKay said, taking his lighter back.

“Oh, this is bull crap!” Sawyer grunted, turning around and walking away.

The group finally got ready to disperse. McKay moved from the bruises already swelling in his chest. Taylor and Mandy held onto him guiding him back into the camp. John, Marita and Tony walked over to Sayid and Jack. The blind doctor sighed, rubbing his cheek. “Thanks for believing him, Jack.” He whispered.
“I believe Rose so I believe McKay,” he commented, “Plus, I know how Sawyer is. He reacts before he thinks.”

“True, “Sayid smiled.

“That may be the case but don’t you think we got an even bigger problem.” John said.

“What do you mean, John?” asked Jack.

“Someone stole McKay’s lighter and wanted to make it look like he did it,” the archer said, “Which means it was misdirection from themselves.”

“We got a rat in the nest.” Tony whispered.

Jack then started to worry about Jin and where Micheal was. The group started to go make sure the black man and at the moment, Sawyer didn’t assume that it was the Korean who stole the lighter. Eddie watched them walk away. The young boy held on his kangaroo toy over hearing the conversation. The little boy felt angry at what they said. They understood that someone stole McKay’s lighter to set the raft on fire.

Eddie had a good idea who it was.