Part 247: Back to Normal
John and McKay pulled down a section of their tent, tying it to the nearest tree. They had to make some quick medications to make it bigger, as they had to accommodate for more people. The archer and his friends darted into the bigger tent, getting out of the rain. The majority of their little group had been expanded. Eddie was sitting between Tony and his mom. Marita was resting on a nearby blanket, using her boyfriend’s lap as a headrest. Taylor leaned over the makeshift grill on the campfire to pick up their salvaged coffee pot. Barbara looked out at the rain as she held up the coffee cup that Eddie used to collect water. “Thank you so much for letting me stay in your tent,” she replied.
“Non-sense,” Tony smirked, “You are practically family.”
“Thank you so much for watching, Eddie. I can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s all right, Barbara,” Marita, opening her eyes, “I kinda think, even though Eddie needed us, we needed him too.”
“All that you’ve done, my friends. Thank you,” the older redhead sniffed, remembering what they did to give her husband a funeral pyre.
Everyone paused, not saying anything. They didn’t have any words for her and it was quite possible, the full scope of the fact that her husband was dead was hitting her. Eddie saw his mother’s sadness. The little boy reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his mother’s kneed. “Don’t be sad, mommy,” he whispered, “Daddy is in Heaven now. He’s okay.”
”Eddie, “ she said, whipping her tears, “The last words I spoke to your father were in anger. I . . .I wish I could have told him I loved him, even though we didn’t agree most of the time.”
“Daddy’s knows, mommy. I know it. I don’t think he would be mad that you were angry with him before he went to see God.”
Barbara was confused, “What makes you say that?”
“Cause if you hadn’t got an argument with him, I wouldn’t have gotten upset and ran toward the back. Then you wouldn’t have come looking for me.”
Barbara was in mild shock of the mature language her ten-year old son was speaking.
“Daddy would have wanted us to live, Mommy. If the argument hadn’t have happened, you and I would be in Heaven with daddy. Everything happens for a reason, mommy.”
Barbara cupped her son’s head in her hands and kissed him on the forehead. Eddie stood up and walked over to embrace her. Mia gently hugged John’s arm as they watched the display of affection from mother to son. Tony smiled; even though he couldn’t see it, he knew what was happening. “I was going to ask how my son became so smart,” Barbara said, “But now I realize . . .it is because he was hanging around the right people.”
“You’re welcome.” Tony said, anticipating her thoughts.
Barbara gently brushed aside her tears as Eddie sat back down with Mr. Kangaroo. Taylor sipped on her coffee, noticing that McKay was doing some heavy writing on a grouping of papers he found. “What you writing?” she asked.
“French to English dictionary, luv,” McKay smiled, “Shanna requested a few words to help her communicate with Flower.”
“How sweet,” she said, sipping her coffee.
“Just a question there, bud,” John said, raising his hand, “But wouldn’t it have been a better idea to teach them English.”
“What makes you say that, John?”
“Well . . .when the times comes for us to get off this Island, Alexander, Andra and Flower will be coming back with us to our world, where we mostly speak English.”
“Kind thoughts, my friend but until Micheal builds another raft, we have to assume we’ll still be here.”
“Although teaching them English wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Taylor concluded.
“I suppose. But I need to write down some French words in the mean time.”
Tony gently reached up and scratched his four day beard. He thought of the words Belmont said to him just before the Polliwog ate him. That he would have a transport and in two weeks, he would leave the Island in the dust. That man knew. He knew that something was coming to pick to him. He constantly spoke of The Rogue. Was it a boat? A Plane? A sub-marine? Tony didn’t know but he knew he couldn’t sit on that information for long. He knew he would have to reveal it and he wanted to be sure he revealed it to the right people. “Tony?” Marita said.
“Yeah, babe?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Barbara just asked you a question,” the Latina pointed.
“Oh, Geez, I am sorry, Barbara.” He said, smiling, “I was lost in thought. What did you ask?”
“I was asking if you guys stayed in your own groups or do you mingle with the other survivors?” the redhead smiled.
“Oh, we mingle. We stick with our cliques mostly when we sleep. But there are other good people on this Island.”
“HEY, GUYS!!!” Seth screamed from behind the tent.
The group turned to looked at the opening of the ten only to see the young singer run past them in the rain stark naked. “OH, MY GOD!” Mia hid her eyes.
“FULL MOON OF KENTUCKY!!!!” he screamed ran off into the distance, slapping his rear end.
Taylor cheered him on as he disappeared into the rain soaked woods. John covered his eyes and chuckled, thinking he then might be blind after what he saw. Marita giggled slightly, unable to laugh that hard. Eddie covered his mouth, giggling heavily. Barbara mostly stared at shock at what just happen. Tony took a deep sigh and then pointed in Seth’s direction with his thumb. “Those good people I was talking about?” he sighed, “He ain’t one of them.”
Kate walked in the rain, field testing the rain poncho she found at the Outpost. She gasped and laughed as Seth ran past her naked in the distance. He playfully waved to her as he ran past. Kate continued walking toward the beach and hanging a left. She walked a few more feet, winding up at Sawyer’s tent. The redneck was leaning back in his old chair, reading through the Trivia calendar. “Hey, Sawyer,” Kate smiled.
“Hey, freckles, “ the southern man smirked, “What brings you back to my swinging pad?”
“Swinging pad?” she giggled.
“Man’s gotta make a living.”
“I just wanted to come by and say thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said then paused and looked at her, “For what?”
“You saved my life. When that albino guy grabbed us by the throat and you got me out of there when Jack told you too.”
“Oh, that,” he said, leaning up and grabbing a box of cigarettes, “Well, what can I say? The man asked it of me.”
“And here I though you didn’t like taking orders from Jack.” She teased him.
“We were in the middle of a fire-fight, darlin. Didn’t have time for past enemies. Besides, I think the Doc is kinda growing on me.”
“Or maybe you’ve grown on us,” Kate smiled.
Sawyer looked at her and then leaned back, picking up his trivia calendar. “Get out of her,” he said, playfully, “I don’t like no woman to see me blush.”
Kate flung some of the rain water leaking off her poncho onto him. He waved her off and went back to reading his trivia answers. Kate turned around and started to walk down the beach. She then noticed Jack running up to her, wearing the exact same Poncho. “You found one too?” he laughed.
“You look cute, like a soldier out of his element,” she said, hitting him on the arm.
“It’s good to have everything back to normal.” The doctor laughed.
Kate walked by Hurley’s tent, noticing that Joscelyn was laying down and covered up, listening to the large man speak. The brunette quickly noticed how the girl seemed to be right at home. “It’s good to see some changes too,” she smiled.
“Non-sense,” Tony smirked, “You are practically family.”
“Thank you so much for watching, Eddie. I can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s all right, Barbara,” Marita, opening her eyes, “I kinda think, even though Eddie needed us, we needed him too.”
“All that you’ve done, my friends. Thank you,” the older redhead sniffed, remembering what they did to give her husband a funeral pyre.
Everyone paused, not saying anything. They didn’t have any words for her and it was quite possible, the full scope of the fact that her husband was dead was hitting her. Eddie saw his mother’s sadness. The little boy reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his mother’s kneed. “Don’t be sad, mommy,” he whispered, “Daddy is in Heaven now. He’s okay.”
”Eddie, “ she said, whipping her tears, “The last words I spoke to your father were in anger. I . . .I wish I could have told him I loved him, even though we didn’t agree most of the time.”
“Daddy’s knows, mommy. I know it. I don’t think he would be mad that you were angry with him before he went to see God.”
Barbara was confused, “What makes you say that?”
“Cause if you hadn’t got an argument with him, I wouldn’t have gotten upset and ran toward the back. Then you wouldn’t have come looking for me.”
Barbara was in mild shock of the mature language her ten-year old son was speaking.
“Daddy would have wanted us to live, Mommy. If the argument hadn’t have happened, you and I would be in Heaven with daddy. Everything happens for a reason, mommy.”
Barbara cupped her son’s head in her hands and kissed him on the forehead. Eddie stood up and walked over to embrace her. Mia gently hugged John’s arm as they watched the display of affection from mother to son. Tony smiled; even though he couldn’t see it, he knew what was happening. “I was going to ask how my son became so smart,” Barbara said, “But now I realize . . .it is because he was hanging around the right people.”
“You’re welcome.” Tony said, anticipating her thoughts.
Barbara gently brushed aside her tears as Eddie sat back down with Mr. Kangaroo. Taylor sipped on her coffee, noticing that McKay was doing some heavy writing on a grouping of papers he found. “What you writing?” she asked.
“French to English dictionary, luv,” McKay smiled, “Shanna requested a few words to help her communicate with Flower.”
“How sweet,” she said, sipping her coffee.
“Just a question there, bud,” John said, raising his hand, “But wouldn’t it have been a better idea to teach them English.”
“What makes you say that, John?”
“Well . . .when the times comes for us to get off this Island, Alexander, Andra and Flower will be coming back with us to our world, where we mostly speak English.”
“Kind thoughts, my friend but until Micheal builds another raft, we have to assume we’ll still be here.”
“Although teaching them English wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Taylor concluded.
“I suppose. But I need to write down some French words in the mean time.”
Tony gently reached up and scratched his four day beard. He thought of the words Belmont said to him just before the Polliwog ate him. That he would have a transport and in two weeks, he would leave the Island in the dust. That man knew. He knew that something was coming to pick to him. He constantly spoke of The Rogue. Was it a boat? A Plane? A sub-marine? Tony didn’t know but he knew he couldn’t sit on that information for long. He knew he would have to reveal it and he wanted to be sure he revealed it to the right people. “Tony?” Marita said.
“Yeah, babe?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Barbara just asked you a question,” the Latina pointed.
“Oh, Geez, I am sorry, Barbara.” He said, smiling, “I was lost in thought. What did you ask?”
“I was asking if you guys stayed in your own groups or do you mingle with the other survivors?” the redhead smiled.
“Oh, we mingle. We stick with our cliques mostly when we sleep. But there are other good people on this Island.”
“HEY, GUYS!!!” Seth screamed from behind the tent.
The group turned to looked at the opening of the ten only to see the young singer run past them in the rain stark naked. “OH, MY GOD!” Mia hid her eyes.
“FULL MOON OF KENTUCKY!!!!” he screamed ran off into the distance, slapping his rear end.
Taylor cheered him on as he disappeared into the rain soaked woods. John covered his eyes and chuckled, thinking he then might be blind after what he saw. Marita giggled slightly, unable to laugh that hard. Eddie covered his mouth, giggling heavily. Barbara mostly stared at shock at what just happen. Tony took a deep sigh and then pointed in Seth’s direction with his thumb. “Those good people I was talking about?” he sighed, “He ain’t one of them.”
Kate walked in the rain, field testing the rain poncho she found at the Outpost. She gasped and laughed as Seth ran past her naked in the distance. He playfully waved to her as he ran past. Kate continued walking toward the beach and hanging a left. She walked a few more feet, winding up at Sawyer’s tent. The redneck was leaning back in his old chair, reading through the Trivia calendar. “Hey, Sawyer,” Kate smiled.
“Hey, freckles, “ the southern man smirked, “What brings you back to my swinging pad?”
“Swinging pad?” she giggled.
“Man’s gotta make a living.”
“I just wanted to come by and say thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said then paused and looked at her, “For what?”
“You saved my life. When that albino guy grabbed us by the throat and you got me out of there when Jack told you too.”
“Oh, that,” he said, leaning up and grabbing a box of cigarettes, “Well, what can I say? The man asked it of me.”
“And here I though you didn’t like taking orders from Jack.” She teased him.
“We were in the middle of a fire-fight, darlin. Didn’t have time for past enemies. Besides, I think the Doc is kinda growing on me.”
“Or maybe you’ve grown on us,” Kate smiled.
Sawyer looked at her and then leaned back, picking up his trivia calendar. “Get out of her,” he said, playfully, “I don’t like no woman to see me blush.”
Kate flung some of the rain water leaking off her poncho onto him. He waved her off and went back to reading his trivia answers. Kate turned around and started to walk down the beach. She then noticed Jack running up to her, wearing the exact same Poncho. “You found one too?” he laughed.
“You look cute, like a soldier out of his element,” she said, hitting him on the arm.
“It’s good to have everything back to normal.” The doctor laughed.
Kate walked by Hurley’s tent, noticing that Joscelyn was laying down and covered up, listening to the large man speak. The brunette quickly noticed how the girl seemed to be right at home. “It’s good to see some changes too,” she smiled.
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