Part 243: Late Night
The group of survivors that stayed behind, had just got finished witnessing for the first time, would could be loosely classified as a space ship take off into the sky. They were shocked that the Kangaroo toy was speaking but it paled into comparison of what they had just seen emerge from the water. Eddie was taking it better than everybody else. He would give his slightly wet toy a bear hug, promising he would never leave his side. Barbara was a little concerned about the effect it had on her son’s mind but at the moment, it seemed to make him happier than he had been in a long time. Charlie made his arrival at the caves where Claire and Aaron were waiting for him. “Charlie, what was that noise?” the blonde said in distress, “It sounded like a bloody jet.”
“I . .uh . . .” the musician was at a loss of words. Then something caught his attention.
Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt til the sun goes down
“Seth?” he said, recognizing the voice of his Turboshaft front man.
The group then looked into the woods, seeing the large group of people emerging from the woods. Seth was leading the group and they were all carrying boxes, duffle bags, trash bags and various stuff. The singer was singing as high as his lungs could carry.
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good Lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
A little too late to wait for fate
“Seth?” Shanna said, seeing him and then Mia emerge from the woods. She screamed in joy as she ran toward them.
“HEY, SIS!!” Seth threw down his gear and held his arms aloft.
The redhead embraced him, happy to see him alive. The young singer laughed, glad to be back into the arms of one of his best friends in the world. Shanna then grabbed Mia and put her into their group hug. “Don’t you guys every leave me again,” she wept in delight.
“Easy, Shanna, don’t you know it would take something shy of a nuclear attack to break us up?” Seth joked.
“We missed you too, Red,” Mia said, kissing her on the cheek.
Jilly was overjoyed to see Joscelyn still alive. The two friends embraced, hugging each other deeply. The deaf girl then grabbed Karleigh and hugged her too. The rich girl smirked, and politely patted her on the back. Barbara was there to quickly hug Joscelyn as well. Dutch greeted his other fellow survivors as he carried the gear they grabbed into the cave. Hurley was the first person to pass out the food. Bernard gave the large man a hug as he gave him a Hershey bar. Rose joked about her husband’s insane sweet tooth.
Kellye embraced Jilly, happy to see her again. The young girl commented on her arm wound but the girl soldier promised her it was nothing. Shannon had quickly walked into the cave and retrieved Vincent by the leash. She didn’t have to get far, because the moment the dog saw Walt he quickly ran after him. The black boy laughed as his dog greeted him. He hugged the canine, as the animal slobbered him with licks. Micheal looked down at his son, as he couldn’t be happier. Yolanda smiled, resting her arm on his shoulder, looking down at the merriment. Jin and Sun embraced, gently kissing. They were glad to be among friends once again.
Inside the cave, everybody was smiling and talking. They had huddled around the fires they made, discussing what had happened to them. Seth had told them what happened at the Liberation outpost and all they had gained, not to mention lost. A few of the survivors who were friends to Sullivan, Jared and the others, said their silent prayers. Shanna stayed with Flower, comforting her as she knew something happened when Andre had not come back. It was a small comfort as Seth did his best to communicate to her that Alexander and Andra were still alive.
Kristy was concerned about Jenny. Seth told her that Jenny stayed behind. She seemed pretty distraught over the loss of Raven, coupled with the loss of Martin. The model rested chin on her hand, braced on her knee, as she was concerned about the welfare of her younger friend. How much did all of this death truly affect little Jenny?
“It’s so sad that Raven died.” Claire said, rocking Aaron to sleep.
“He was a complete stranger yet . . .he was so worried about saving you and me.” Charlie whispered, sipping on his soda.
“It’s what he wanted,” Mia piped in, “I can’t imagine the pain that he and his friends suffered from. To be locked in an under ground bunker with no food for 50 years? And due to their unique physical browses the Dharma Corporation did for them, they couldn’t die either. How they suffered.”
“Then at least he has found peace,” Seth said, holding up his can of soda, “To Raven.”
“To Raven,” the group toasted in unison.
“So Tony and the others are okay?” Eddie said, munching on some Cheerios.
“Sure they are, buddy,” Hurley smiled at him, “I am sure they are just relaxing like we are now.”
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Night had fallen throughout the outpost. The lights were still working and the power was still on. Sayid had done his best to find the power source but to no avail, he had to surmise it was buried deep underground. Sawyer had already found the bunks and picked his spot, considering they agreed they would spend the night at the Outpost and join up with the others the following morning.
John and Tony stayed together just outside the medical ward. They made sure to stay out of Jack’s way as he took care of Marita. The blind man sipped on his water as he tilted his head back against the cabin wall. John looked into the night sky, spotting a few stars and one falling one. He smirked as he held up his hand, tracing the outline of the stars. “I just saw a falling star, Tony,” he told his best friend.
“Did you make a wish?” his friend chuckled.
“No. I figured. . .you should make it.”
Tony smiled and paused for a few seconds. He wiped a tear out of his eye and then leaned his head back. “Thanks, John,” he replied.
“She’s gonna make it.” John assured him.
“I know. I have ever faith in Jack’s abilities.” The blind man sniffed.
Then as if on cue, Jack came out of the medical ward. He massaged his wrists and took off his mask. John quickly helped his blind friend stand. “Jack, how is she?” he asked.
“I stitched up the wound and removed the knife.” The doctor sighed, rubbing his face, “Cedric did miss her heart, and her lungs, not to mention her throat. There was some minor scaring on her rib cage but other than a little bit of blood loss, she seems healthy.”
“Seems?” Tony replied, not liking the sound of that statement.
“We’ll watch her tonight, Tony,” Jack said, placing an hand on his arm, “She’s strong, Tony. If she makes it through the night, she’ll be okay.”
“I need to see her,” the blind man said, then chuckled realizing he couldn’t technically see her.
“I’ll lead you in.” the doctor replied.
Tony and Jack walked in. Kate was sitting on a nearby stood, resting from all the help she had given Jack earlier in the day. In the distance, resting on a nearby bed was Locke, where his wound on his arm had been stitched up. Tony felt for Marita, finding her arm and then her hand. Her skin was still soft and warm like it always was. “Hey, baby,” she smiled, half asleep.
“Hey, darling,” Tony said, kissing her hand, “How you feeling?”
“Right as rain,” she giggled, “Doc patched me up nice.”
“I knew he would.”
“You . . .ain’t mad that Jack seen my breasts, are you, Tone?” she said, still half asleep.
“No, honey, I ain’t mad. He’s a doctor, he had too.”
“Good. I don’t want you mad. I am all yours, remember?”
“Of course, I do.”
“I think I am going to go to sleep, Tone. Will you help me sell my horses in the morning?” Marita asked with closed eyes.
“Sure thing, sweetie. Good night.” He said, kissing her on the forehead.
Jack slowly pulled the covers over her chest. Tony walked over to the door, trying to stifle a laugh. “She’s medicated.” He said, stating the obvious.
“Yeah,” Jack smirked simply.
Jack, Tony and Kate walked out of the medical room, and outside to join John. As they did, they hooked with the rest of the group heading toward the area of the bunks. Hal and Libby finally joined them as they were walking forward. “How is your friend?” the cop asked John.
“Jack is hopeful that she will make it through the night.” The archer told him, “Who is mining the prisoners?”
“Sayid said he would do it.” Libby told them.
“That’s good,” Tony whispered as they arrived at the bunks.
They looked into the area and saw the cabin was filled with rows upon rows of bunks, military style. Beds with green blankets and white pillows flowed like rows of boxes. At the foot of each bed were trunks, in true military fashion. Ana-Lucia was hold up in one bed, reading a Time Magazine. Sawyer had past out on his own bed, looking like he had just dropped like a drunk. Kate smirked as she took a blanket and covered him up with it.
McKay was already fast asleep on one bed with Alexander and Andra resting in beds near him. Jack walked down the row to find him a spot, when he noticed something he hadn’t seen since all the excitement. It was Jenny, resting with her back turned to the others. The doctor slowly walked over to his sister-in-law, seeing as she was curled up in the bed; holding onto Raven’s nunchuks like a teddy bear. “Jenny, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jack,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? If you want to talk-“
“I’m fine, Jack,” the young girl grunted, “Good night.”
Jack sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get through to her tonight. “Good night, Jenny,” he said, getting into the bed next to her.
Everybody slowly got into their beds to sleep. Libby tilted the lights down but didn’t fully turn them off. The group agreed they didn’t want to sleep in total darkness. Even though the prisoners were locked and Cedric was dead, they didn’t want to take any chances. Jack knew Sayid would keep an eye on all of them. For once they wanted to the enjoy the simple comfort of beds.
They had truly earned the right to sleep.
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Seth and Charlie rested at the entrance of the cave, staring up into the night sky. The Moon crest shined, covering the jungle in a mellow blue light. Charlie finished his can of soda, crunched it and tossed it aside, making it a clanging sound against the rocks. “Don’t litter, Charlie,” Seth said, not adverting his gaze to the moon.
“What are you gonna do, arrest me?” the musician laughed, “We’ve just survived a massive ordeal. Let me litter at least one. I promise, I will pick it up tomorrow morning.”
“You better.” The singer chuckled.
“Seth, that song you were singing when you came back? What was it?”
“It’s called Emergency Exit, by Beck.”
“Ah, Beck. Good singer, good writer.”
“Yes, indeed,” Seth sighed.
“I like that one line in the song you sang.”
“Which was?”
“It’s a little too late to wait for fate.” Charlie said with a hint of pride.
“Good lyric.” Seth agreed.
“It would seem our fate on this Island is gonna have to wait, Seth. It’s not our destiny to die on this sodding island. We will get off.”
“I know it.” He said, giving his friend a thumbs up.
“I . .uh . . .” the musician was at a loss of words. Then something caught his attention.
Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt til the sun goes down
“Seth?” he said, recognizing the voice of his Turboshaft front man.
The group then looked into the woods, seeing the large group of people emerging from the woods. Seth was leading the group and they were all carrying boxes, duffle bags, trash bags and various stuff. The singer was singing as high as his lungs could carry.
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good Lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
A little too late to wait for fate
“Seth?” Shanna said, seeing him and then Mia emerge from the woods. She screamed in joy as she ran toward them.
“HEY, SIS!!” Seth threw down his gear and held his arms aloft.
The redhead embraced him, happy to see him alive. The young singer laughed, glad to be back into the arms of one of his best friends in the world. Shanna then grabbed Mia and put her into their group hug. “Don’t you guys every leave me again,” she wept in delight.
“Easy, Shanna, don’t you know it would take something shy of a nuclear attack to break us up?” Seth joked.
“We missed you too, Red,” Mia said, kissing her on the cheek.
Jilly was overjoyed to see Joscelyn still alive. The two friends embraced, hugging each other deeply. The deaf girl then grabbed Karleigh and hugged her too. The rich girl smirked, and politely patted her on the back. Barbara was there to quickly hug Joscelyn as well. Dutch greeted his other fellow survivors as he carried the gear they grabbed into the cave. Hurley was the first person to pass out the food. Bernard gave the large man a hug as he gave him a Hershey bar. Rose joked about her husband’s insane sweet tooth.
Kellye embraced Jilly, happy to see her again. The young girl commented on her arm wound but the girl soldier promised her it was nothing. Shannon had quickly walked into the cave and retrieved Vincent by the leash. She didn’t have to get far, because the moment the dog saw Walt he quickly ran after him. The black boy laughed as his dog greeted him. He hugged the canine, as the animal slobbered him with licks. Micheal looked down at his son, as he couldn’t be happier. Yolanda smiled, resting her arm on his shoulder, looking down at the merriment. Jin and Sun embraced, gently kissing. They were glad to be among friends once again.
Inside the cave, everybody was smiling and talking. They had huddled around the fires they made, discussing what had happened to them. Seth had told them what happened at the Liberation outpost and all they had gained, not to mention lost. A few of the survivors who were friends to Sullivan, Jared and the others, said their silent prayers. Shanna stayed with Flower, comforting her as she knew something happened when Andre had not come back. It was a small comfort as Seth did his best to communicate to her that Alexander and Andra were still alive.
Kristy was concerned about Jenny. Seth told her that Jenny stayed behind. She seemed pretty distraught over the loss of Raven, coupled with the loss of Martin. The model rested chin on her hand, braced on her knee, as she was concerned about the welfare of her younger friend. How much did all of this death truly affect little Jenny?
“It’s so sad that Raven died.” Claire said, rocking Aaron to sleep.
“He was a complete stranger yet . . .he was so worried about saving you and me.” Charlie whispered, sipping on his soda.
“It’s what he wanted,” Mia piped in, “I can’t imagine the pain that he and his friends suffered from. To be locked in an under ground bunker with no food for 50 years? And due to their unique physical browses the Dharma Corporation did for them, they couldn’t die either. How they suffered.”
“Then at least he has found peace,” Seth said, holding up his can of soda, “To Raven.”
“To Raven,” the group toasted in unison.
“So Tony and the others are okay?” Eddie said, munching on some Cheerios.
“Sure they are, buddy,” Hurley smiled at him, “I am sure they are just relaxing like we are now.”
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Night had fallen throughout the outpost. The lights were still working and the power was still on. Sayid had done his best to find the power source but to no avail, he had to surmise it was buried deep underground. Sawyer had already found the bunks and picked his spot, considering they agreed they would spend the night at the Outpost and join up with the others the following morning.
John and Tony stayed together just outside the medical ward. They made sure to stay out of Jack’s way as he took care of Marita. The blind man sipped on his water as he tilted his head back against the cabin wall. John looked into the night sky, spotting a few stars and one falling one. He smirked as he held up his hand, tracing the outline of the stars. “I just saw a falling star, Tony,” he told his best friend.
“Did you make a wish?” his friend chuckled.
“No. I figured. . .you should make it.”
Tony smiled and paused for a few seconds. He wiped a tear out of his eye and then leaned his head back. “Thanks, John,” he replied.
“She’s gonna make it.” John assured him.
“I know. I have ever faith in Jack’s abilities.” The blind man sniffed.
Then as if on cue, Jack came out of the medical ward. He massaged his wrists and took off his mask. John quickly helped his blind friend stand. “Jack, how is she?” he asked.
“I stitched up the wound and removed the knife.” The doctor sighed, rubbing his face, “Cedric did miss her heart, and her lungs, not to mention her throat. There was some minor scaring on her rib cage but other than a little bit of blood loss, she seems healthy.”
“Seems?” Tony replied, not liking the sound of that statement.
“We’ll watch her tonight, Tony,” Jack said, placing an hand on his arm, “She’s strong, Tony. If she makes it through the night, she’ll be okay.”
“I need to see her,” the blind man said, then chuckled realizing he couldn’t technically see her.
“I’ll lead you in.” the doctor replied.
Tony and Jack walked in. Kate was sitting on a nearby stood, resting from all the help she had given Jack earlier in the day. In the distance, resting on a nearby bed was Locke, where his wound on his arm had been stitched up. Tony felt for Marita, finding her arm and then her hand. Her skin was still soft and warm like it always was. “Hey, baby,” she smiled, half asleep.
“Hey, darling,” Tony said, kissing her hand, “How you feeling?”
“Right as rain,” she giggled, “Doc patched me up nice.”
“I knew he would.”
“You . . .ain’t mad that Jack seen my breasts, are you, Tone?” she said, still half asleep.
“No, honey, I ain’t mad. He’s a doctor, he had too.”
“Good. I don’t want you mad. I am all yours, remember?”
“Of course, I do.”
“I think I am going to go to sleep, Tone. Will you help me sell my horses in the morning?” Marita asked with closed eyes.
“Sure thing, sweetie. Good night.” He said, kissing her on the forehead.
Jack slowly pulled the covers over her chest. Tony walked over to the door, trying to stifle a laugh. “She’s medicated.” He said, stating the obvious.
“Yeah,” Jack smirked simply.
Jack, Tony and Kate walked out of the medical room, and outside to join John. As they did, they hooked with the rest of the group heading toward the area of the bunks. Hal and Libby finally joined them as they were walking forward. “How is your friend?” the cop asked John.
“Jack is hopeful that she will make it through the night.” The archer told him, “Who is mining the prisoners?”
“Sayid said he would do it.” Libby told them.
“That’s good,” Tony whispered as they arrived at the bunks.
They looked into the area and saw the cabin was filled with rows upon rows of bunks, military style. Beds with green blankets and white pillows flowed like rows of boxes. At the foot of each bed were trunks, in true military fashion. Ana-Lucia was hold up in one bed, reading a Time Magazine. Sawyer had past out on his own bed, looking like he had just dropped like a drunk. Kate smirked as she took a blanket and covered him up with it.
McKay was already fast asleep on one bed with Alexander and Andra resting in beds near him. Jack walked down the row to find him a spot, when he noticed something he hadn’t seen since all the excitement. It was Jenny, resting with her back turned to the others. The doctor slowly walked over to his sister-in-law, seeing as she was curled up in the bed; holding onto Raven’s nunchuks like a teddy bear. “Jenny, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jack,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? If you want to talk-“
“I’m fine, Jack,” the young girl grunted, “Good night.”
Jack sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get through to her tonight. “Good night, Jenny,” he said, getting into the bed next to her.
Everybody slowly got into their beds to sleep. Libby tilted the lights down but didn’t fully turn them off. The group agreed they didn’t want to sleep in total darkness. Even though the prisoners were locked and Cedric was dead, they didn’t want to take any chances. Jack knew Sayid would keep an eye on all of them. For once they wanted to the enjoy the simple comfort of beds.
They had truly earned the right to sleep.
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Seth and Charlie rested at the entrance of the cave, staring up into the night sky. The Moon crest shined, covering the jungle in a mellow blue light. Charlie finished his can of soda, crunched it and tossed it aside, making it a clanging sound against the rocks. “Don’t litter, Charlie,” Seth said, not adverting his gaze to the moon.
“What are you gonna do, arrest me?” the musician laughed, “We’ve just survived a massive ordeal. Let me litter at least one. I promise, I will pick it up tomorrow morning.”
“You better.” The singer chuckled.
“Seth, that song you were singing when you came back? What was it?”
“It’s called Emergency Exit, by Beck.”
“Ah, Beck. Good singer, good writer.”
“Yes, indeed,” Seth sighed.
“I like that one line in the song you sang.”
“Which was?”
“It’s a little too late to wait for fate.” Charlie said with a hint of pride.
“Good lyric.” Seth agreed.
“It would seem our fate on this Island is gonna have to wait, Seth. It’s not our destiny to die on this sodding island. We will get off.”
“I know it.” He said, giving his friend a thumbs up.
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