P:art 181: Boys
Jack walked over to Locke and Hurley. The bald man was interviewing the larger man, trying to get an understanding of what happened. Jack walked up to them, seeing Tony nearby. He tapped him on the shoulder to get the blind man’s attention. He gently turned around, to listen in. “Yeah, I am on bamboo duty,” Hurley said, “But sometimes I bring the water.”
“Jin and Micheal getting along?” Locke asked.
“They get along like a married couple who is building a raft.”
“Anybody give Micheal any threats? Bad looks?” asked Tony.
“If they did, I didn’t notice.”
Locke pointed to the black man, looking at Jack. “You told him?” he asked.
“Thinks Sawyer might have done it.” Jack scratched his cheek.
“Why? Because of Kate?” Hurley mentioned.
“Kate?” the doctor blinked.
“Yeah, I guess she wants on the raft. So Sawyer went off on Michael because, you know, he gets to decide who goes. Hey, you don't think Kate did it, do you? That’s whack if she did.”
Tony shook his head. “Why would Kate poison Micheal?” he asked.
“Because of the fugitive thing, dude.”
Jack then flashed his eyes at Hurley, giving him a signal that he is an idiot. Locke looked in confusion and Tony would have looked confused had the men been able to see his eyes. “Kate . .fugitive?” Tony blinked, “What are you talking about?”
Hurley then looked to Jack. “They didn’t know?” he asked.
Jack sighed, shaking his head in the negative.
“WELL, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP STRAIGHT WHO KNOWS WHAT AROUND HERE?” the large man exclaimed, throwing his arms up, “ I mean, Steve didn't even know about the polar bear.”
“What did she do?” asked Locke, concerned.
“I don't know. Why don't you ask her?” Jack responded sarcastically.
“And you didn't think the others should know about this, Jack?”
“Discretion, John.” Jack pointed out, reminding him of their earlier conversation.
“What is with you people and secrets?” Tony sighed, “You should expose them. We did on our side of the beach and it made us a stronger group.”
“These secrets here are not meant for everybody,” Jack said, “There is no telling how other people will react.”
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Eddie sat down on the beach, staring at the water. Mr. Kangaroo sat down by his side, staring at the ocean with him. The little boy held his father’s watch in his hand, gently rubbing the inscription on the side. He missed his father and mother. He wondered what life would be like once he got home. Perhaps Tony was right. Maybe he should go live with his uncle and when he reached 18, he would do what he wanted. Eddie smiled, knowing that living with Tony and Marita would be a good thing. He already called them his Right-Parents. He knew they would take care of him. “He’s ready.” Kangaroo whispered, breaking his thoughts.
“Huh?” Eddie looked at him.
“He’s ready to talk.” The toy said in it’s quiet drone, “Behind you.”
Eddie turned around and saw Walt, walking toward him with his dog. The black boy had a concerned look on his face. The young boy facing him still didn’t trust him in the slightest. He then quickly grabbed a rock and acted like he was going to throw it at him. “WAIT, TRUCE, TRUCE!!” Walt held up his hands.
Eddie paused. It seemed genuine coming from his expression. “I don’t trust you, Walt but I accept your truce.” He pointed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you that night and I meant it.” He said, holding up his hands.
“Because of you, my Uncle McKay got hurt!” he yelled at him.
“Yeah, and Boone died . . .Locke got shot . . .Mandy got her feelings hurt . . .Mia got hurt . . .Jack got hurt . . .and now my dad.” Walt sniffed, almost crying, “If I didn’t burn the boat, . . .maybe all these things wouldn’t have happened.”
Eddie stared at the boy. He knew he wasn’t making it up. If he was pretending to be hurt, then it was doing a good job at it. The little boy slowly put down the rock. “That wasn’t your fault, Walt.” The boy sighed, “Aunt Mia said sometimes . . .things happen.”
“I know you hate me for what I did to hurt you that night. I can’t change that,” Walt sniffed, “But I don’t want you to think I poisoned my dad. I wouldn’t do that!”
Eddie felt bad. He immediately thought that Walt would do anything to stay on the island. However, poisoning his dad would seem like a little much. The little boy turned around, lowering his head. He felt so bad for yelling at him just then. “I know you wouldn’t do that, Walt.” He sighed, “I don’t . . . . I don’t hate you either.”
Walt wiped his tears. He was about to turn around and walk away. “Talk to him more,” Kangaroo said, “In the future, he will be a powerful ally and he will need you.”
Eddie turned around and called to him. Walt turned around. “You . .uh . .want to talk for a few minutes?” he offered him the seat next to him, “I’m kinda . . .sick’a talking to adults.”
Walt smiled, wiping his tears. “Me too.” He said, walking over to him.
Walt and Eddie sat down on the beach. The dog came over to the black boy and rested next to him. He quickly stroked the fur of his loyal pet. “What’s your dog’s name?” asked Eddie.
“Vincent.” He said.
“Hey, Vincent,” Eddie held out his hand and the dog immediately licked it.
“He likes you.” Walt said proudly.
“I never had a dog back home. My parents were always into cats. They said they were cleaner.”
“What are your parents now?” the black boy asked.
Eddie closed his eyes and smiled. “In heaven.” He whispered.
“Oh, Eddie, I am sorry.”
“Don’t be, dude. I . . I miss them very much but my Right-Now mommy and daddy, Tony and Marita take good care of me. I miss them but . . .I fight through it. I will honor them by making it off this island.”
Walt sighed, and sniffed again. “My mom is in Heaven too.”
Eddie knew the boy wouldn’t lie about such a thing. He patted him on the arm, “Guess we got something in common.”
“Guess so.” He smiled.
Up on the beach, Yolanda walked back toward her encampment. She wanted to get some other stuff for Micheal to help him feel better. A decent pillow for starters. The stewardess picked it up and as she turned, she saw something remarkable. Eddie and Walt were at the beach, running and splashing around in the water. Vincent was barking running after them. The little white boy held his stuffed toy like a football as he ran. Walt threw up a stick and the dog quickly ran to catch it. She held her mouth, trying not to cry at the beauty of it. “Marita, look at this,” she said.
The Latina came out of her tent and saw the two boys playing. She gently patted her friend on the arm. “That’s a sight I thought I’d never see.” She smiled.
“Wonder what took them so long?” the black woman grinned.
“Boys will be boys,” Marita giggled.
“Jin and Micheal getting along?” Locke asked.
“They get along like a married couple who is building a raft.”
“Anybody give Micheal any threats? Bad looks?” asked Tony.
“If they did, I didn’t notice.”
Locke pointed to the black man, looking at Jack. “You told him?” he asked.
“Thinks Sawyer might have done it.” Jack scratched his cheek.
“Why? Because of Kate?” Hurley mentioned.
“Kate?” the doctor blinked.
“Yeah, I guess she wants on the raft. So Sawyer went off on Michael because, you know, he gets to decide who goes. Hey, you don't think Kate did it, do you? That’s whack if she did.”
Tony shook his head. “Why would Kate poison Micheal?” he asked.
“Because of the fugitive thing, dude.”
Jack then flashed his eyes at Hurley, giving him a signal that he is an idiot. Locke looked in confusion and Tony would have looked confused had the men been able to see his eyes. “Kate . .fugitive?” Tony blinked, “What are you talking about?”
Hurley then looked to Jack. “They didn’t know?” he asked.
Jack sighed, shaking his head in the negative.
“WELL, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP STRAIGHT WHO KNOWS WHAT AROUND HERE?” the large man exclaimed, throwing his arms up, “ I mean, Steve didn't even know about the polar bear.”
“What did she do?” asked Locke, concerned.
“I don't know. Why don't you ask her?” Jack responded sarcastically.
“And you didn't think the others should know about this, Jack?”
“Discretion, John.” Jack pointed out, reminding him of their earlier conversation.
“What is with you people and secrets?” Tony sighed, “You should expose them. We did on our side of the beach and it made us a stronger group.”
“These secrets here are not meant for everybody,” Jack said, “There is no telling how other people will react.”
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Eddie sat down on the beach, staring at the water. Mr. Kangaroo sat down by his side, staring at the ocean with him. The little boy held his father’s watch in his hand, gently rubbing the inscription on the side. He missed his father and mother. He wondered what life would be like once he got home. Perhaps Tony was right. Maybe he should go live with his uncle and when he reached 18, he would do what he wanted. Eddie smiled, knowing that living with Tony and Marita would be a good thing. He already called them his Right-Parents. He knew they would take care of him. “He’s ready.” Kangaroo whispered, breaking his thoughts.
“Huh?” Eddie looked at him.
“He’s ready to talk.” The toy said in it’s quiet drone, “Behind you.”
Eddie turned around and saw Walt, walking toward him with his dog. The black boy had a concerned look on his face. The young boy facing him still didn’t trust him in the slightest. He then quickly grabbed a rock and acted like he was going to throw it at him. “WAIT, TRUCE, TRUCE!!” Walt held up his hands.
Eddie paused. It seemed genuine coming from his expression. “I don’t trust you, Walt but I accept your truce.” He pointed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you that night and I meant it.” He said, holding up his hands.
“Because of you, my Uncle McKay got hurt!” he yelled at him.
“Yeah, and Boone died . . .Locke got shot . . .Mandy got her feelings hurt . . .Mia got hurt . . .Jack got hurt . . .and now my dad.” Walt sniffed, almost crying, “If I didn’t burn the boat, . . .maybe all these things wouldn’t have happened.”
Eddie stared at the boy. He knew he wasn’t making it up. If he was pretending to be hurt, then it was doing a good job at it. The little boy slowly put down the rock. “That wasn’t your fault, Walt.” The boy sighed, “Aunt Mia said sometimes . . .things happen.”
“I know you hate me for what I did to hurt you that night. I can’t change that,” Walt sniffed, “But I don’t want you to think I poisoned my dad. I wouldn’t do that!”
Eddie felt bad. He immediately thought that Walt would do anything to stay on the island. However, poisoning his dad would seem like a little much. The little boy turned around, lowering his head. He felt so bad for yelling at him just then. “I know you wouldn’t do that, Walt.” He sighed, “I don’t . . . . I don’t hate you either.”
Walt wiped his tears. He was about to turn around and walk away. “Talk to him more,” Kangaroo said, “In the future, he will be a powerful ally and he will need you.”
Eddie turned around and called to him. Walt turned around. “You . .uh . .want to talk for a few minutes?” he offered him the seat next to him, “I’m kinda . . .sick’a talking to adults.”
Walt smiled, wiping his tears. “Me too.” He said, walking over to him.
Walt and Eddie sat down on the beach. The dog came over to the black boy and rested next to him. He quickly stroked the fur of his loyal pet. “What’s your dog’s name?” asked Eddie.
“Vincent.” He said.
“Hey, Vincent,” Eddie held out his hand and the dog immediately licked it.
“He likes you.” Walt said proudly.
“I never had a dog back home. My parents were always into cats. They said they were cleaner.”
“What are your parents now?” the black boy asked.
Eddie closed his eyes and smiled. “In heaven.” He whispered.
“Oh, Eddie, I am sorry.”
“Don’t be, dude. I . . I miss them very much but my Right-Now mommy and daddy, Tony and Marita take good care of me. I miss them but . . .I fight through it. I will honor them by making it off this island.”
Walt sighed, and sniffed again. “My mom is in Heaven too.”
Eddie knew the boy wouldn’t lie about such a thing. He patted him on the arm, “Guess we got something in common.”
“Guess so.” He smiled.
Up on the beach, Yolanda walked back toward her encampment. She wanted to get some other stuff for Micheal to help him feel better. A decent pillow for starters. The stewardess picked it up and as she turned, she saw something remarkable. Eddie and Walt were at the beach, running and splashing around in the water. Vincent was barking running after them. The little white boy held his stuffed toy like a football as he ran. Walt threw up a stick and the dog quickly ran to catch it. She held her mouth, trying not to cry at the beauty of it. “Marita, look at this,” she said.
The Latina came out of her tent and saw the two boys playing. She gently patted her friend on the arm. “That’s a sight I thought I’d never see.” She smiled.
“Wonder what took them so long?” the black woman grinned.
“Boys will be boys,” Marita giggled.
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