Part 194: Day 44
McKay watched over Taylor and Mandy. His blonde lover was asleep in his lap; understandable, considering how an eventful day it was. Mandy was massaging her face, tired from the stress of the day. The other survivors were around the cave, almost flooded with people. During the day, Jack had told them to go to the caves for their own safety, away from These Others that the French woman warned about. Jack then led a small party toward the Hatch to use it as a hiding place from these mysterious men.
That was four hours ago.
The mood around the cave was only of mild worry. Earlier they had been scared out their wits but even good things still happen. The view of the group led by Sayid had arrived with Claire’s baby. Seeing the wounded face of Charlie come in with Aaron just perked their spirits right up. The young Australian woman was highly appreciative, hugging on him and carrying for her baby.
The young musician rested on a nearby rock face, holding his head. The burnt scar rested on his head, sending throbbing pain back and forth through his brain. A young woman walked up to Charlie and asked him if he needed anything. “I’m fine, thank you,” he winced.
Seth smirked, as he leaned back against the cave wall. That was the seventh woman to fawn over the wounded musician. He gently kicked him in the back. “Told ya,” he chuckled.
Charlie smirked, rubbing his forehead. “You bloody planned this.” He groaned.
“You were the one who didn’t want to go back, dude, not me,” Seth responded, completely innocent.
“I finally found it, Charlie, “ Claire said, coming back with a half filled bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag.
“Claire, you don’t have to do that,” he held up his hands, “ I’m fine, Aaron should be looked after-“
“Aaron is asleep, Charlie,” she protested, “Now let me clean this.”
Before he could say anything else, she dubbed some of the rubbing alcohol on the rag and began to wipe it over his face. Charlie winced a little when she placed it on his caulderized wound, but he didn’t squeak or grunt. The blonde Australian continued to wipe the burnt residue from his face. He had his eyes closed, relishing her touch. “I’ll never forget this, Charlie.” She whispered.
“Hey,” he chuckled, “It was a group effort.”
“But you were the one who wouldn’t go back after you got wounded,” she pointed out, “You let yourself be scarred for life instead of giving up the return of my son. Nobody else would have done that.”
“How did . . .how did you know . .. “
“Seth told me.” She whispered.
Charlie slowly turned to his band mate. The young future singer just winked at him; grinning from ear to ear. “He did, did he?” the wounded man sneered.
“Thank you every so much, Charlie.” She said, gently rubbing his arm.
“Oh, Claire, hey . .really . . it was nothing.”
The young blonde stared at him for a second, then leaned forward and kissed him. Charlie was shocked for a second, feeling her lips touch his. Seth went wild eyed and immediately got up, leaving them. Claire gently held his cheek, as she continued to kiss him. As they parted, Charlie found himself unable to breathe. He coughed for a second and opened his eyes, finding himself lost in the eyes of the woman he has cared for the past 40 days. “It wasn’t . . .nothing, Charlie,” she whispered.
Charlie had no more words. He quietly closed his eyes as she continued her treatment on his head.
Sayid slowly walked over toward McKay, Taylor and Mandy. The Iraqi gently leaned down and placed his hand on Mandy’s knee. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m making it,” she said, putting on her best fake smile.
“Is Taylor all right?”
“She’s had a rough day, just like all of us, man, “ McKay smiled.
“Wha . .what are you guys talking about?” Taylor said, awaking.
“My apologizes, Taylor. It wasn’t my intent to awaken you.” The Middle Easterner apologized.
“No, what’s up?” she said, leaning up and rubbing her eyes.
“If you feel up to it, Shannon would like to talk to you,” he smiled, “Both of you.”
“Oh?” Mandy was confused,” Okay, yeah,”
Mandy took her best friends hand and let her to the blonde in the far corner. Shannon was stroking Vincent, almost humming to herself. As the two girl walked over their blonde companion, Sayid turned his attention back to the bald Australian. “McKay?” he asked, “A word?”
“Yeah,” he stood up and followed him to the entrance to the cave.
Mandy slowly sat down next to Shannon while Taylor sat down at the other side of her. Shannon held a cloth in her hand, staring at it. The blonde looked up at Mandy, and smiled with the best of her ability. “How are you holding up?” Taylor asked.
“I’m drained . . .completely drained.” She whispered.
Mandy gently took her hand, “I know what you are going through, believe me. But you must not give up, Shannon. Boone wouldn’t have wanted any of us to give up.”
“I know,” she sniffed, “He was . .. always so brave. . .”
“And he always will be,” Mandy smiled, a single tear going down her eye.
“I wanted to ask you . . .something and it’s stupid but I near to hear it . . .”
“Ask me anything, honey.” The Californian assured her.
“If you and Boone would have gotten . . .married . . .I know Taylor would have been your maid of honor.”
“Oh, Shannon,” Taylor rubbed her back.
“But . .would you . .have let me be . . .a bridesmaid?” the tall blonde sniffed.
Mandy leaned up and embraced her. “In a heartbeat.” She smiled.
Shannon returned her embraced, trying not to cry on her shoulder. As they parted, the tall blonde then handed Mandy the piece of cloth in her lap that she had been staring at for the past hour. When the other blonde took it, she realized it had contained something within it. “What is this?” she asked.
“Something that was in Boone’s luggage,” she wiped her tears, “I thought you should have them. I hope you don’t mind, but I kept the duplicates.”
“Duplicates?” she asked, as she unwrapped the cloth.
Mandy then choked as it turned out Shannon was talking about photographs. The handful of photos were all of Boone, in various locales around the United States. He had mentioned due to his business with his mother, he was forced to travel a great deal. Shannon didn’t know who took these other photos but it didn’t matter. Mandy was always afraid that she would lose Boone’s face from her memory over time but now, thanks to her new friend, she never would. Mandy then embraced Shannon again. Taylor smiled, admitting it was a big thing for Shannon to do. She was only sad it was the death of Boone that brought them together.
As the entrance to the cave, McKay leaned up and braced himself on the stone wall. Sayid looked out, bracing his arm on his knee. He stared out into the distance of the jungle, noticing the dripping dew and darkness reflecting over what piece of the moon shined in the sky. “It’s going to be sun up in a few hours,” he whispered.
“What’s on your mind, Sayid?” McKay asked him.
The Iraqi then turned to the Australian with complete serious eyes. “Are you as worried about them as I am?” he asked.
McKay sighed. He nodded his head. “Those are two of my best friends out there,” he whispered, “They should have been back by now.”
“I try to imagine in my head what could have happened but nothing becomes logical.”
“You are worried that The Others got them?”
“There are no Others. Just the workings of a sick mind.”
“I know what you mean. I have been going over and over in my head about what the kids from the Red Faction told us. They spoke of the Others like they were evil spirits. Yet, they said they came and took someone away from them. Two of the Soldiers too.”
“Soldiers?” Sayid asked, “What soldiers?”
“Best I could surmise, French Foreign Legion soldiers,” McKay rubbed his head, “They were guarding the kids for some unknown reason. But they were taken and they left behind their gear, namely their short swords mostly.”
“French Foreign Legion.” Sayid whispered, “And Danielle is a French woman.”
“You think there is some sort of connection there?” the Australian asked.
“Not sure yet,” he rubbed his mustache as he though about it.
“Regardless, what do we do about our friends?”
“Rarely have I been one to wait on anybody. I am impatient,” Sayid smirked at him.
McKay smiled; he grew more and more to liking the Iraqi’s style. “How much longer do you want to give them?” he asked.
“One hour. Agreed?”
“One hour then. You know the way?”
“I do. And I have learned you know your way around the tracking of people.”
“You bet your ass.” McKay smirked.
That was four hours ago.
The mood around the cave was only of mild worry. Earlier they had been scared out their wits but even good things still happen. The view of the group led by Sayid had arrived with Claire’s baby. Seeing the wounded face of Charlie come in with Aaron just perked their spirits right up. The young Australian woman was highly appreciative, hugging on him and carrying for her baby.
The young musician rested on a nearby rock face, holding his head. The burnt scar rested on his head, sending throbbing pain back and forth through his brain. A young woman walked up to Charlie and asked him if he needed anything. “I’m fine, thank you,” he winced.
Seth smirked, as he leaned back against the cave wall. That was the seventh woman to fawn over the wounded musician. He gently kicked him in the back. “Told ya,” he chuckled.
Charlie smirked, rubbing his forehead. “You bloody planned this.” He groaned.
“You were the one who didn’t want to go back, dude, not me,” Seth responded, completely innocent.
“I finally found it, Charlie, “ Claire said, coming back with a half filled bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag.
“Claire, you don’t have to do that,” he held up his hands, “ I’m fine, Aaron should be looked after-“
“Aaron is asleep, Charlie,” she protested, “Now let me clean this.”
Before he could say anything else, she dubbed some of the rubbing alcohol on the rag and began to wipe it over his face. Charlie winced a little when she placed it on his caulderized wound, but he didn’t squeak or grunt. The blonde Australian continued to wipe the burnt residue from his face. He had his eyes closed, relishing her touch. “I’ll never forget this, Charlie.” She whispered.
“Hey,” he chuckled, “It was a group effort.”
“But you were the one who wouldn’t go back after you got wounded,” she pointed out, “You let yourself be scarred for life instead of giving up the return of my son. Nobody else would have done that.”
“How did . . .how did you know . .. “
“Seth told me.” She whispered.
Charlie slowly turned to his band mate. The young future singer just winked at him; grinning from ear to ear. “He did, did he?” the wounded man sneered.
“Thank you every so much, Charlie.” She said, gently rubbing his arm.
“Oh, Claire, hey . .really . . it was nothing.”
The young blonde stared at him for a second, then leaned forward and kissed him. Charlie was shocked for a second, feeling her lips touch his. Seth went wild eyed and immediately got up, leaving them. Claire gently held his cheek, as she continued to kiss him. As they parted, Charlie found himself unable to breathe. He coughed for a second and opened his eyes, finding himself lost in the eyes of the woman he has cared for the past 40 days. “It wasn’t . . .nothing, Charlie,” she whispered.
Charlie had no more words. He quietly closed his eyes as she continued her treatment on his head.
Sayid slowly walked over toward McKay, Taylor and Mandy. The Iraqi gently leaned down and placed his hand on Mandy’s knee. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m making it,” she said, putting on her best fake smile.
“Is Taylor all right?”
“She’s had a rough day, just like all of us, man, “ McKay smiled.
“Wha . .what are you guys talking about?” Taylor said, awaking.
“My apologizes, Taylor. It wasn’t my intent to awaken you.” The Middle Easterner apologized.
“No, what’s up?” she said, leaning up and rubbing her eyes.
“If you feel up to it, Shannon would like to talk to you,” he smiled, “Both of you.”
“Oh?” Mandy was confused,” Okay, yeah,”
Mandy took her best friends hand and let her to the blonde in the far corner. Shannon was stroking Vincent, almost humming to herself. As the two girl walked over their blonde companion, Sayid turned his attention back to the bald Australian. “McKay?” he asked, “A word?”
“Yeah,” he stood up and followed him to the entrance to the cave.
Mandy slowly sat down next to Shannon while Taylor sat down at the other side of her. Shannon held a cloth in her hand, staring at it. The blonde looked up at Mandy, and smiled with the best of her ability. “How are you holding up?” Taylor asked.
“I’m drained . . .completely drained.” She whispered.
Mandy gently took her hand, “I know what you are going through, believe me. But you must not give up, Shannon. Boone wouldn’t have wanted any of us to give up.”
“I know,” she sniffed, “He was . .. always so brave. . .”
“And he always will be,” Mandy smiled, a single tear going down her eye.
“I wanted to ask you . . .something and it’s stupid but I near to hear it . . .”
“Ask me anything, honey.” The Californian assured her.
“If you and Boone would have gotten . . .married . . .I know Taylor would have been your maid of honor.”
“Oh, Shannon,” Taylor rubbed her back.
“But . .would you . .have let me be . . .a bridesmaid?” the tall blonde sniffed.
Mandy leaned up and embraced her. “In a heartbeat.” She smiled.
Shannon returned her embraced, trying not to cry on her shoulder. As they parted, the tall blonde then handed Mandy the piece of cloth in her lap that she had been staring at for the past hour. When the other blonde took it, she realized it had contained something within it. “What is this?” she asked.
“Something that was in Boone’s luggage,” she wiped her tears, “I thought you should have them. I hope you don’t mind, but I kept the duplicates.”
“Duplicates?” she asked, as she unwrapped the cloth.
Mandy then choked as it turned out Shannon was talking about photographs. The handful of photos were all of Boone, in various locales around the United States. He had mentioned due to his business with his mother, he was forced to travel a great deal. Shannon didn’t know who took these other photos but it didn’t matter. Mandy was always afraid that she would lose Boone’s face from her memory over time but now, thanks to her new friend, she never would. Mandy then embraced Shannon again. Taylor smiled, admitting it was a big thing for Shannon to do. She was only sad it was the death of Boone that brought them together.
As the entrance to the cave, McKay leaned up and braced himself on the stone wall. Sayid looked out, bracing his arm on his knee. He stared out into the distance of the jungle, noticing the dripping dew and darkness reflecting over what piece of the moon shined in the sky. “It’s going to be sun up in a few hours,” he whispered.
“What’s on your mind, Sayid?” McKay asked him.
The Iraqi then turned to the Australian with complete serious eyes. “Are you as worried about them as I am?” he asked.
McKay sighed. He nodded his head. “Those are two of my best friends out there,” he whispered, “They should have been back by now.”
“I try to imagine in my head what could have happened but nothing becomes logical.”
“You are worried that The Others got them?”
“There are no Others. Just the workings of a sick mind.”
“I know what you mean. I have been going over and over in my head about what the kids from the Red Faction told us. They spoke of the Others like they were evil spirits. Yet, they said they came and took someone away from them. Two of the Soldiers too.”
“Soldiers?” Sayid asked, “What soldiers?”
“Best I could surmise, French Foreign Legion soldiers,” McKay rubbed his head, “They were guarding the kids for some unknown reason. But they were taken and they left behind their gear, namely their short swords mostly.”
“French Foreign Legion.” Sayid whispered, “And Danielle is a French woman.”
“You think there is some sort of connection there?” the Australian asked.
“Not sure yet,” he rubbed his mustache as he though about it.
“Regardless, what do we do about our friends?”
“Rarely have I been one to wait on anybody. I am impatient,” Sayid smirked at him.
McKay smiled; he grew more and more to liking the Iraqi’s style. “How much longer do you want to give them?” he asked.
“One hour. Agreed?”
“One hour then. You know the way?”
“I do. And I have learned you know your way around the tracking of people.”
“You bet your ass.” McKay smirked.
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