Part 246: Back to The Beach
As the sun began to echo into the horizon, their was laughter and sighs of relief from the survivors. They had began their relocation back to the beach. Seth and Charlie were hauling Claire’s gear to her tent area, while she carried the baby. Aaron cooed at the sight of the passing leaves and trees overhead. Shanna and Flower walked over toward her area. The redhead was concerned to how to make the wild girl understand she could stay with her. Perhaps McKay could teach her a few words of French?
Hurley sat down his duffle bag in his tent. Joscelyn slowly walked in, marveling at the construction of it. “Nice place, Hurley,” she giggled.
“It’s not much but it’s home,” he said, wiping the sand off of his pants.
“It’s a beautiful home,” she said, her curly hair flowing in the breeze, “Spaicious interior, ocean view. I’ll bet it’s wonderful to wake up to the sun rise.”
“Best alarm clock money can buy,” he smirked.
“Do you think the others will built tents for themselves?”
“Probably. Hell, we’ve been on this Island so long we are getting good at building them. You . . .uh . . .gonna need some help with yours?”
Joscelyn looked to the ground and then fixated her eyes on Hurley. “Can I just stay here with you?” she asked.
Hurley’s ears seemed to emit some sort of howling sound. For the first time, he could hear the Tribal drums emitting from the sand. It took him a few seconds to realize it was his heart beat. Joscelyn was then a little confused. It almost looked like Hurley was frozen. “Unless . . .you want your privacy?” the young woman asked, fearing the large man’s rejection at her proposal.
“NO!” Hurley snapped out of it, “No, I don’t want my privacy.”
“Huh?” she giggled.
“I mean, yeah sure, I want my privacy . . .I mean . . .Yes, you can stay in my tent . . .with me.”
“You sure?”
Hurley smiled and shook his head in approval. “Yep, I’m sure,” he said, a little smugly.
“Thank you, Hurley!” Joscelyn rushed to him and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll go get my stuff!”
Hurley walked the thin brunette jog off into the distance, laughing. The large man smiled, rubbing the area of his cheek that she kissed. He never really had any decent relationships with women, mostly due to his size. It was always his hope or dream, that he could find a woman in his life. Mostly due to what his mother was constantly saying. At that moment, he had Joscelyn in his life. Was this more of Locke’s “destiny” talking? Did Hurley have to come to an Island to find someone? “Good job, big man,” a female voice said behind him.
Hurley turned and looked through the side of his tent to see the young soldier girl Kellye. The amber haired girl was smiling at him, holding a sleeping bag over her shoulder. “Oh, hey, Kellye, “ he said, “Good job at what?”
“Making Joe smile,” she grinned, “I’ve known her for a good two months practically. We were alone, huddled in that bunker. I don’t remember seeing her smile, even at a joke.”
“Well, thank you. I hope I can continue to make her smile.”
“Something tells me you will, Hurley,” Kellye shifted her bag, “Call me crazy, but Joe looks like she feels . . . . safe with you.”
“Safe?” the large man pondered, “Did something happen to her?”
“Don’t know. She would rarely talk to anybody except me and Jilly but she never mentioned anything like that. Regardless, keep it up.”
Hurley nodded his head as Kellye left to go find her a spot on the beach. The large man then wondered what did happen to Joscelyn. He immediately thought of that scar on her forehead. Would she be brave enough to confide in him? Would he be brave enough to ask?
Seth grunted as he sat down Aaron’s baby carriage under the shaded tree. Charlie brought the rest of Claire’s things and set them down on her favorite blanket. The blonde Australian gently danced with her baby. “Thanks, boys,” she smiled, “You are too good to me.”
“She deserves it, right, Charlie?” Seth grinned.
“Absolutely,” he smiled, wiping his sweat.
Seth took a swig from his bottled water and then walked a few paces toward the beach. He crossed his arms and looked around. “You know what we could use, Charlie?” he asked, still facing the water.
“What, Seth?” the musician asked, changing shirts.
“We could use a party.” The singer said bluntly.
“A party?” Claire giggled.
“To celebrate the fact that we are still here!” Seth laughed, “Yeah, yeah, we’ll have south pacific bovine feast, a Luau if you will but we’re gonna call it Lu-WOW! Exclamation point!”
“Oh, yeah?” the bassist crossed his arms.
“We could have everybody wear those grass skirts and Sawyer could teach the ladies how do the Aloha Dance, like in Hawaii.”
Claire giggled at the imagery of what her friends said.
“We’ll have Locke score us a big pig and we’ll roast the sucker right here!” Seth continued, “Charlie can croon out calypso melodies, and we’ll have Kate pass out Lays with a little kissie for each in attendance. And we’ll Limbo until dawn and then some! Oh, it will BE GLORIOUS!!!”
Charlie smiled as he watched his friend walk down the beach, spatting out ideas do anyone who would listen. The musician looked back to Claire and then back to his friend disappearing in the distance. “Did . . .Seth cultivate some marijuana and not tell us?” he smirked.
“He’s happy to be alive, Charlie,” the Australian kissed her child on the head, “We all are.”
Back at the caves, Barbara had got done assembling the blankets she was gonna take with her. Eddie was excited. He wanted to go back to sleeping on the beach, cause it was what he was used to. The little boy hoped his mother would love it. “You ready?” she asked.
“You betcha!” Eddie said, almost leaping.
Outside the caves, Mia got her gear ready. She was gonna lead her knew friends to the area they called home. She grew worried about John but was still confident that nothing had happened. After everything she went through, she felt her heart he could be joining her soon. The Lakota girl then wiped her sweat and reached to pull the bandana out of her jacket. As she did, her trusty pad fell out onto the ground. Mia then reached down and picked it up. She tapped it on her hand and then opened to the page she wrote this morning. It was what he grandmother whispered to her in the magical dream sequence. Mia stared at the page for a few seconds.
October 8th, 2009
“What are you trying to tell me, Granny?” she whispered, “What happens four years from now?”
“Talking to yourself again, sweetie?” John said, coming up behind her.
Mia gasped, turned around in a flash and grabbed John around the neck, planting him with kisses. The other survivors were excited to be reunited with the main core group. Several of the survivors were coming over, shaking the hands of Jack, Kate and Sayid. Eddie laughed in delight as he saw Tony and Marita walking with the group through the woods. The young boy ran toward the man who’s taken care of him since they crashed. Tony laughed as he felt the boy embrace him. He gently picked him and returned to the hug. Marita leaned over, sharing a kiss on the cheek for little Eddie. Barbara was nearly moved to tears seeing the joy in her son’s face. “Where is everybody going?” asked Sayid.
“Back to the beach,” a passing by survivor said, “Now that everything is back to normal, we are heading back.”
“Good idea,” Sawyer said, who didn’t stop walking, “Better head back to my tent, make sure no one has got my stuff.”
Kate just rolled her eyes and kept walking, knowing her tent was on the beach too. The group sighed, as their walking wasn’t quite over yet. Locke smirked as he went to go check on his stuff in the cave, making sure his knifes weren’t missing. He knew some would have taken them to protect themselves. Locke gently sat down at his spot. He paused to close his eyes and feel of his chest. He felt relief. Meeting Watchman and giving the Jaeger Units the peace they graved made him feel that his destiny has been fulfilled. Or was it? Was this it? Was there nothing more? A weird feeling told Locke that it wasn’t over; he had a few more trials to face. But he wasn’t worried. A slight buzzing in his head reminded him of the magic of the Island.
It was going to rain in two hours.
Hurley sat down his duffle bag in his tent. Joscelyn slowly walked in, marveling at the construction of it. “Nice place, Hurley,” she giggled.
“It’s not much but it’s home,” he said, wiping the sand off of his pants.
“It’s a beautiful home,” she said, her curly hair flowing in the breeze, “Spaicious interior, ocean view. I’ll bet it’s wonderful to wake up to the sun rise.”
“Best alarm clock money can buy,” he smirked.
“Do you think the others will built tents for themselves?”
“Probably. Hell, we’ve been on this Island so long we are getting good at building them. You . . .uh . . .gonna need some help with yours?”
Joscelyn looked to the ground and then fixated her eyes on Hurley. “Can I just stay here with you?” she asked.
Hurley’s ears seemed to emit some sort of howling sound. For the first time, he could hear the Tribal drums emitting from the sand. It took him a few seconds to realize it was his heart beat. Joscelyn was then a little confused. It almost looked like Hurley was frozen. “Unless . . .you want your privacy?” the young woman asked, fearing the large man’s rejection at her proposal.
“NO!” Hurley snapped out of it, “No, I don’t want my privacy.”
“Huh?” she giggled.
“I mean, yeah sure, I want my privacy . . .I mean . . .Yes, you can stay in my tent . . .with me.”
“You sure?”
Hurley smiled and shook his head in approval. “Yep, I’m sure,” he said, a little smugly.
“Thank you, Hurley!” Joscelyn rushed to him and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll go get my stuff!”
Hurley walked the thin brunette jog off into the distance, laughing. The large man smiled, rubbing the area of his cheek that she kissed. He never really had any decent relationships with women, mostly due to his size. It was always his hope or dream, that he could find a woman in his life. Mostly due to what his mother was constantly saying. At that moment, he had Joscelyn in his life. Was this more of Locke’s “destiny” talking? Did Hurley have to come to an Island to find someone? “Good job, big man,” a female voice said behind him.
Hurley turned and looked through the side of his tent to see the young soldier girl Kellye. The amber haired girl was smiling at him, holding a sleeping bag over her shoulder. “Oh, hey, Kellye, “ he said, “Good job at what?”
“Making Joe smile,” she grinned, “I’ve known her for a good two months practically. We were alone, huddled in that bunker. I don’t remember seeing her smile, even at a joke.”
“Well, thank you. I hope I can continue to make her smile.”
“Something tells me you will, Hurley,” Kellye shifted her bag, “Call me crazy, but Joe looks like she feels . . . . safe with you.”
“Safe?” the large man pondered, “Did something happen to her?”
“Don’t know. She would rarely talk to anybody except me and Jilly but she never mentioned anything like that. Regardless, keep it up.”
Hurley nodded his head as Kellye left to go find her a spot on the beach. The large man then wondered what did happen to Joscelyn. He immediately thought of that scar on her forehead. Would she be brave enough to confide in him? Would he be brave enough to ask?
Seth grunted as he sat down Aaron’s baby carriage under the shaded tree. Charlie brought the rest of Claire’s things and set them down on her favorite blanket. The blonde Australian gently danced with her baby. “Thanks, boys,” she smiled, “You are too good to me.”
“She deserves it, right, Charlie?” Seth grinned.
“Absolutely,” he smiled, wiping his sweat.
Seth took a swig from his bottled water and then walked a few paces toward the beach. He crossed his arms and looked around. “You know what we could use, Charlie?” he asked, still facing the water.
“What, Seth?” the musician asked, changing shirts.
“We could use a party.” The singer said bluntly.
“A party?” Claire giggled.
“To celebrate the fact that we are still here!” Seth laughed, “Yeah, yeah, we’ll have south pacific bovine feast, a Luau if you will but we’re gonna call it Lu-WOW! Exclamation point!”
“Oh, yeah?” the bassist crossed his arms.
“We could have everybody wear those grass skirts and Sawyer could teach the ladies how do the Aloha Dance, like in Hawaii.”
Claire giggled at the imagery of what her friends said.
“We’ll have Locke score us a big pig and we’ll roast the sucker right here!” Seth continued, “Charlie can croon out calypso melodies, and we’ll have Kate pass out Lays with a little kissie for each in attendance. And we’ll Limbo until dawn and then some! Oh, it will BE GLORIOUS!!!”
Charlie smiled as he watched his friend walk down the beach, spatting out ideas do anyone who would listen. The musician looked back to Claire and then back to his friend disappearing in the distance. “Did . . .Seth cultivate some marijuana and not tell us?” he smirked.
“He’s happy to be alive, Charlie,” the Australian kissed her child on the head, “We all are.”
Back at the caves, Barbara had got done assembling the blankets she was gonna take with her. Eddie was excited. He wanted to go back to sleeping on the beach, cause it was what he was used to. The little boy hoped his mother would love it. “You ready?” she asked.
“You betcha!” Eddie said, almost leaping.
Outside the caves, Mia got her gear ready. She was gonna lead her knew friends to the area they called home. She grew worried about John but was still confident that nothing had happened. After everything she went through, she felt her heart he could be joining her soon. The Lakota girl then wiped her sweat and reached to pull the bandana out of her jacket. As she did, her trusty pad fell out onto the ground. Mia then reached down and picked it up. She tapped it on her hand and then opened to the page she wrote this morning. It was what he grandmother whispered to her in the magical dream sequence. Mia stared at the page for a few seconds.
October 8th, 2009
“What are you trying to tell me, Granny?” she whispered, “What happens four years from now?”
“Talking to yourself again, sweetie?” John said, coming up behind her.
Mia gasped, turned around in a flash and grabbed John around the neck, planting him with kisses. The other survivors were excited to be reunited with the main core group. Several of the survivors were coming over, shaking the hands of Jack, Kate and Sayid. Eddie laughed in delight as he saw Tony and Marita walking with the group through the woods. The young boy ran toward the man who’s taken care of him since they crashed. Tony laughed as he felt the boy embrace him. He gently picked him and returned to the hug. Marita leaned over, sharing a kiss on the cheek for little Eddie. Barbara was nearly moved to tears seeing the joy in her son’s face. “Where is everybody going?” asked Sayid.
“Back to the beach,” a passing by survivor said, “Now that everything is back to normal, we are heading back.”
“Good idea,” Sawyer said, who didn’t stop walking, “Better head back to my tent, make sure no one has got my stuff.”
Kate just rolled her eyes and kept walking, knowing her tent was on the beach too. The group sighed, as their walking wasn’t quite over yet. Locke smirked as he went to go check on his stuff in the cave, making sure his knifes weren’t missing. He knew some would have taken them to protect themselves. Locke gently sat down at his spot. He paused to close his eyes and feel of his chest. He felt relief. Meeting Watchman and giving the Jaeger Units the peace they graved made him feel that his destiny has been fulfilled. Or was it? Was this it? Was there nothing more? A weird feeling told Locke that it wasn’t over; he had a few more trials to face. But he wasn’t worried. A slight buzzing in his head reminded him of the magic of the Island.
It was going to rain in two hours.
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