Part 147: Day 34

Shanna slowly stirred awake. The sun was starting to shine brightly over the ocean. The red head felt of her face and felt slightly grimy. Washing her face would feel good right about now. She slowly stood up and stretched, vibrating her legs temporarily. She walked over to their pile of stuff and pulled out a bar of soap. Mia was mildly awake, shifting over to lay her head on John’s chest. The redhead smiled; a little jealous. She wished she had someone to hold onto as well.

Shanna made her way down to the beach and toward the water. A few people were already up and mulling about. The redhead squeaked a little at the feel of the cold water. She continued out until she was knee deep. Shanna soaked up the soap into her palms and then rubbed it onto her face. Back home she would have had a rag so she had to make due here. After scrubbing vigorously for a few minutes, she cupped some water into her hand and splashed it onto her face. She smiled, sighing. She already felt great.

Shanna stepped out onto the sand and picked up her towel. She gently blotted the water out of her face. “HEY!!” someone screamed.

The redhead froze. She slowly removed the towel and found a slightly overweight man walking toward her. He worn pale shorts, a yellow shirt and a hanker-chief tied around his neck. He was pointing toward her lower body. “Where did you get those boxers?” he demanded.

“I’m . . sorry?” Shanna said, confused.

“Those boxers you are wearing, “the man pointed, “those look like mine! Where did you get them?”

“I found them.”

“From where? A black suitcase?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Oh, you don’t remember,” he stepped closer, “I’ve dealt with kids all my life, girl. I can tell when someone is lying.”

“Even if they were your boxers, they are mine now.” Shanna said firmly.

“Is that right?” he gritted his teeth.

“Yeah, it is right.” Seth said, behind them.

The man turned around and Shanna breathed a sigh of relief. Seth walked down to the beach to join them, wearing just his pants. The young man looked at the older man. He then stood next to Shanna. “She DID find those boxers.” Seth pointed out, “Whether they were yours or whether they weren’t is irrevelant. She’s had those things for over 25 days or so. If they were yours, you lost them by default.”

“What is your name, boy?” the man demanded.

“You tell me your name, butt-munch, and I’ll tell you mine.” The bookstore worker smiled.

“Leslie Artz.” He said.

“Seth Butler, please ta meet ya.”

“Well, Seth, I know for a fact that those are my boxers, and I want them back.”

“Then I would have to kick your ass,” He said in all seriousness, “You want a black eye over a pair of boxers?”

“Those are mine.” Artz demanded.

“Well, let’s see,” Seth slowly walked behind Shanna, gently touching her shoulder, “Sorry.”

She slowly lifted one flab from her behind. Shanna didn’t move; just stood there, trying not to squeak. Seth slowly walked around her, checking all the flaps on the rim of the boxers. “Nope, nope, and nope.” He whispered.

“What?” Artz asked.

Seth turned around and smiled, “I don’t see your name on it.”

Artz scoffed at him and then turned around, walking away and grunting curses. He realized it was going to go no where. Seth slowly turned around and looked at Shanna. She smiling slightly, trying not to laugh. The young bookstore worker and his redheaded friend both knew Artz name and that the fact was SHE WAS wearing his boxers. Seth pointed to the right and they started to walk away from where they were standing. Shanna looked back, and then tried to keep from giggling. “Oh, my god, “she laughed, “I am wearing that man’s underwear.”

“So that is Mr. Artz, the stud with all the gum,” Seth snickered, “I am SO disappointed.”

“You are so bad.” Shanna hit his arm.

“Not to mention the crazy fact that he is still alive,” he laughed, “How will Mia react when she learns that Artz is alive and she is holding his money?”

“He’s a teacher?” they continued to talk, “Does he also know that the necker-chief went out with Fred and the Scooby gang?”

“Yeah, Zoinks, yo.” Seth giggled.

Shanna enjoyed their little laughter. As she walked back to the encampment, Seth grabbed his shirt. He put it on, and looked around. He looked back at little encampment for Charlie and Claire. They were talking about a few things. Seth then quickly reached into his bag and grabbed four tubes of the squeezable peanut butter. Then he quickly ran into the jungle.


Seth circled around to their encampment. He slowly crept up behind a tree. Luckily Charlie was facing him and Claire was leaning on her makeshift bed. Seth frantically waved at his musician friend. The small man looked confused for a second. Then the bookstore worker quickly put his finger over his mouth and waved for him to come into the jungle. Charlie then stood up, brushing the sand off his thighs. “I’ll be right back, Claire, “ he said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she said, a little confused about the abruptness of it.

Charlie scooted a bit then ran off into the jungle. He quickly met up with Seth by the giant palm tree. Seth was practically biting his fist, trying to keep from laughing so Claire couldn’t hear him. The short man slapped his friend on the arms. “What is your malfunction?” he whispered, “Why don’t you want Claire to know you are back here?’

“Cause a surprise isn’t a surprise unless it works.” He said, holding the tubes of peanut butter to him.

“Bloody hell, “ Charlie whispered, “Where did you get these?”

“Don’t worry about that. You go give them to Claire for her birthday.”

Charlie gasped, “Wha?”

“It’s what you wanted, right bud? Something to give for her birthday?” Seth smiled.

“Oh, Seth . .these . . .I couldn’t. You should do it.”

Seth patted him on the shoulder. “Charlie, this is what Claire wants and I know how much it would mean if you got her something. Go ahead, my friend.”

Charlie slowly smiled and then shook his hand. “Seth, I owe you one.”

“Go on,” he shoved him off.

Charlie ran back to the beach area. Claire had already begun to writer in her diary. The musician slowly got his knees, with his hands behind his back. “Claire?” he asked.

“Yeah, Charlie?” she smiled.

“Happy Birthday.” He said, holding the peanut butter to her.

Claire looked at them confused. When she realized what they were, she gasped with an open mouth. Seth watched the whole display from behind the tree, laughing to himself. The Australian woman looked up at Charlie and could barely talk. “Charlie . .wha” she stuttered,” Where did you get these?”

“Magic.” He grinned.

Claire then leaped up, grunted from her pregnancy. She immediately embraced the short man. Charlie returned the hug gladly. He gave a thumbs up to Seth behind the tree. Seth returned the gesture of friendship and began to walk away.

He decided to let Charlie have his moment. He did indeed earn it.

Part 146: Rock and Roll

The sun was falling into the distance horizon. The waves were bushing up against the shore. Their main water color was blue but off in the horizon it was a light orange. Seth looked into the distance, hoping that his Tanya was watching the same sun. Charlie laid on his back in the sun, with his hands behind his head. Claire and Jenny were discussing celebrities. Kristy checked on Martin, who for some strange reason, was past out. She pulled up the blanket over him as he continued to snore.

Charlie stared at the approaching night sky. “We’re gonna be famous, Seth.” He grinned.

“Don’t let your dreams get ahead of you, Charlie,” Seth smiled, “We have to get off the island first.”

“Then we are going to take StereoGhoul to the map of the music industry.” The musician said.

“StereoGhoul?” Seth said, “I thought we were Inner Square?”

“We were. Thirty minutes ago,” the musician pointed out.

Jenny rolled her eyes and sighed. “Would you guys just PICK a name and be done with it!” she laughed.

“Brainstorming takes time, little girl,” Charlie laughed.

“Hey . .BRAINSTORM . . .that might work.” Seth snapped his fingers.

“Yeah, not bad!” his musician friend laughed.

Jenny just laughed, looking at Claire laugh as well. The young martial artist then tapped her Australian friend on the knee. “How do you put up with this?” she asked.

“You get used to it, after three days,” she smiled, rubbing her belly.

Jenny looked at her pregnant form, “Shouldn’t be long now, Claire.”

“I know . .it’s weird,” she smiled, “It’s my birthday, tomorrow.”

“No kidding?” Kristy gasped.

“Yeah, that is weird. The baby being born so close to your birthday, almost near it. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that happening.” Jenny pointed out.

“It would save on Birthday supplies.” Claire smiled.

“What are you gonna name the kid, Claire?” Seth said, turning around.

“She . .hasn’t come up with a name yet.” Charlie mentioned.

There was a strange moment of silence between the friends. It was odd that Claire had not come up with the name of the baby yet. Most pregnant women already came up with a name before hand. There was also a tone about the way Charlie as it, as if it was a sore subject. Jenny didn’t want to make Claire feel uneasy; she immediately smiled and patted her on the arm. “Well, I am sure you’ll think of something.” She giggled.

“Yeah. Sure,” Claire smiled, then stopped.

Charlie quickly decided to change the subject. “We doing a jam session tomorrow?” he asked Seth.

“Sure thing, man,” he said, giving him a pound.

“I want to hear It’s Only Rock and Roll by the Rolling Stones for my birthday, Seth.” Claire laughed.

“It’s done,” He assured her.

“Hey, Seth, let’s go check that out,” Charlie pointed at the beach.

Seth looked down at the crashing water to see a giant black shape, emerging from the water. The two friends got up and began their walk down toward the beach. Charlie stepped into the water, letting the ocean liquid soak his pants legs. He kneeled down and picked up the black shape, which turned out to be a sea-shell of some exotic creature. Seth smirked, “You were hoping for a chest of gold, matey?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “Something to give Claire on her birthday.”

Seth looked at the small man. He could tell he really liked the Australian woman. The young bookstore worker looked around. He couldn’t spot anything that made it useful to turn into a gift. He looked back at him, “I don’t think we are going to find a Wal-Mart here.”

“A what?” he asked.

“Never mind.” Seth sighed, remembering cultural differences.

“There is not telling what that bloody animal Ethan did to her. Then she come back with her memory erased.”

“Memory erased?” Seth paused.

“Yeah, man.”

“Then how did she know that you and her were friends?” the bookstore worker pondered.

“She kept a diary.” He chuckled, “Can you believe that?”

“Actually, I can.” Seth smiled, thinking of his own journal.

“It’s funny to think about it now. You know how I managed to get Claire off the beach into the safety of the caves?”

“How, Charlie?”

“She said if I brought her some peanut butter, then she would come with me. I brought an empty jar and told her it was peanut butter. Imaginary Peanut Butter.”

“That’s a good story, Charlie.” Seth smiled, then blinked, “Claire . . is craving peanut butter?”

“Yeah, who isn’t?” Charlie said looking down.

Seth smirked. He remembered the peanut butter stash he found from the poor woman on the helicopter. At that moment, it was like the island was giving them a gift for the one person who could have used it. Charlie placed down the black shell into the cool water of the ocean and began to walk back. As the friends walked, the musician looked a little depressed. “I wish I had something to give her, Seth.” He sighed.

Seth put his arm around him, “Don’t worry, Charlie. I have a feeling something good will happen tomorrow.”

“I wish I had your confidence.”

“Some things you just have to take on faith.”

“Bloody hell, you sound like Locke.” Charlie scoffed.

“Don’t say that, dude,” Seth chuckled.

The two friends arrived at the encampment. It looked like Kristy had joined Martin in slumber. Charlie went ahead and kneeled down, squatting next to Claire. The blonde Australian smiled at him, almost blushing. “Well, you crazy kids, “ Seth joked, “I am off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Seth,” Claire called, “Remember my song, now!”

“I won’t forget.” He called back to her.

“Good night, Seth. We’ll jam tomorrow.” Charlie called.

“We will, Charlie, “ Seth said, then turned around, “Oh, by the way, I talked to seven people today and they said . . .that MechaGodzilla would clean that green bastard’s clock!”

“GET OUTTA HERE!” Charlie laughed, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

Claire laughed at his joke, as Seth playfully dodged the projectile. Charlie smiled, glad he was able to find Seth. Perhaps all he needed this time was to have a buddy. He knew Seth had a heart of gold and would help him through anything he needed.

Hopefully, they had no more trials to face.

Part 145: Rantings

Tony and John were sitting on the beach together. Tony was just enjoying the ocean breeze that caressed over him. John was borrowing McKay’s machine and doing his best to make him some arrows. The wood that he managed to find was not all that good at becoming swift arrows. Out of a batch of 12, he only managed to make 3. It wasn’t good odds. Shanna then came over to Marita and asked her something. The Latina then came over to her man, placing her hand down on his shoulder. “Tony, are we done with the Trivia Calendar?” she asked.

“Sure,” He smiled, “To whoever wants it.”

Marita picked up the calendar and gave it to Shanna. She then ran off into the beach with the new item. John whittled away at his arrows. Eddie came over and gave Tony a bottle of water. He thanked him for it, and sipped away. “Any luck?” he asked John.

“Not much,” he grunted, continuing to whittle.

“Keep it at it, you never know when the solution will present itself.” The blind doctor smiled, then turned his head toward the right.

“What will you do when you get back, Tony?” John asked.

“Have a tall glass of Coke with ice piled to the rim. I intend to also have a big juice hamburger with fries golden brown. Then I will probably have an ice cream sundae to finish it off. Then I will probably repeat that for about 8 days before I start eating normal food again.”

“Amen, brother,” the archer chuckled, “I’ll be joining you.”

“What is it you . ..wish to do when you get back, John?” Tony said, looking to the right again.

“I suppose the food I want the most is a pizza. Other than that, a simple bed would be nice.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Tony sighed, looking to the right again, “A comfortable mattress. That would be like manna from Heaven.”

“Yeah, I will probably have to visit Ramon’s sister. She deserves the gold medal he won.”

“I will also . . speak to my mom,” Tony said, looking to the right, “I hope to God she is still alive by . .the time . .I get home . .for her sake . .WHAT THE HELL . .are they arguing about??”

John then looked the right, seeing what Tony was technically hearing. In the distance was Hurley, Seth and Charlie. All three of the young men were arguing heavily, to the point where Seth was pointing his finger directly at Charlie’s face and the short musician was accusing his new band mate of spitting on his nose. Even Hurley, who didn’t seem to have a problem with anybody, was also having his voice raised. John slowly put the arrows down. “I’ll go check on them.” He told Tony.

“Tell them to calm down, or find out what has got them so upset.” The blind doctor told him.

The archer brushed the wood shavings off his tank-top and walked to the three men, he definitely considered friends. As he got closer he was starting to hear their conversation which they spoke had high volumes. “You are the daftest person I have met!” Charlie screamed in Seth’s face.

“And you are the dumbest! I can’t believe you would side with Hurley on this.” Seth grunted at him.

“Dude, you have to realize the raw power behind the situation.” The large man said calmly.

“Raw Power doesn’t mean JACK to modern technology, Hurley!” the young bookstore worker screamed at him.

“GUYS!!!!” John screamed at them.

The three friends then stopped their discussion when they saw the archer was staring at them. John stared at them in disbelief, holding his hands out. “Is this something we should ALL be discussing?” he asked.

The three went silent. Hurley put his hands into his pants pocket, looked down and moved the sand with his foot. Seth scratched the back of his head looking at Charlie and then the musician just covered his mouth with the cup of his hand. “Well?” John repeated, “Guys?”

“It’s not that big a deal, John,” Charlie said.

“Yeah, dude, not a big deal at all.” Hurley agreed.

“It SOUNDED like it was,” the archer pointed out.

“No, really, John . . “ Seth said, holding his hands out, “It’s was just . . .a lively discussion about . . .”

The three friends looked at each other. They all seemed to show on their faces that perhaps their argument could be settled by bringing in someone else. John waited for a response. Seth clapped his hands and looked at him. “John, in a knock down drag out fight between MechaGodzilla and Godzilla, who would win?”

John froze. He normally would have laughed but the question was so stupid, he forgot too. He was expecting a punch-line but he didn’t get one. Charlie, Seth and Hurley stared at him, in all complete serious curiosity, waiting for an answer. The archer shook his head in near confusion. “That?” he stammered, “That is what you’ve been arguing about for the past ten minutes?”

The three continued to stare at him, waiting for their answer. John sighed. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to believe the three friends had spent WAY too much time on the island. He slowly raised his head and looked at them. “Does MechaGodzilla’s lasers work?” he asked.

“NO!” the three men said in unison


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Sawyer rocked back and forth in his tent. He was certain the man who destroyed his family was Cecil; he was very certain of that. A few details didn’t fit but everything else pointed to the right place. The old man even remembered the name of his mother! It could all be coincidence. It could be happenstance that he was in Tennessee during the time of the tradegy, and he may have simply pulled his mother’s name from the air. He might have been talking about someone named Linda for all he knew! Sawyer closed his eyes and slammed his fists into his face. What would he know to be sure it was Cecil? He didn’t want to kill another man by mistake. “Hello there?” Shanna said.

Sawyer looked up. The thoughts of killing Cecil were quickly washed away by the sight of Shanna’s pale legs. The southern man looked at her and smiled, “Howdy.”

“I heard you’re the barter man, around here.” The redhead smiled.

Sawyer stood up, “If it’s something you need, Red, perhaps I do have it.”

“Well, I . .uh . .also heard you read a lot.” Shanna said, noticing the man was getting closer to her.

“That’s true. Not much left on this island to but read and . . .enjoy the scenery.” He smiled.

“I like to read too. I was coming to offer you this desk calendar.”

In that brief second, the one thing that could interrupt Sawyer from approaching a woman is the relief of his boredom. “What kinda desktop calendar?” he asked, looking down on it.

“It’s a Trivia Calendar. Lots of interesting things in there.” She handed it to him.

Sawyer breezed through the first three pages, then stopped on the fourth one. Shanna could tell by his eyes, he was actually reading it. He then flipped the page to look at the answer. “I did not know that.” He whispered.

“So, do we have a trade?” she smiled.

“Sure thing, Red,” he said, turning around, “What do you want to read?”

“What do you have?”

“Few magazines, few Playboys, which I am sure you’d actually read. How about . .Watership Down?”

“Okay,” she said, taking the strange folded book, “I know the story but never read the book. Thank you.”

“You are most welcome, “ Sawyer said, approaching her, “Now if you are ever in the need for repeat business, then I’ll be around.”

“What kinda business?” she said, raised eyebrows.

Sawyer stepped even closer to her. The redhead held the book close to her chest, acting like a shield between her and the southern man. He took a whiff of her hair, and smiled. “Darlin, how is it you smell like Vanilla?” he asked.

“It’s the . . .skin . .creme I . .am using.” Shanna found it difficult to talk.

“Vanilla?” Sawyer grinned, “That’s my favorite flavor.”

“Shanna?” Kate said.

Sawyer and Shanna then turned abruptly to see the brunette standing at the doorway to the tent. She had her arms crossed, resting on one leg. She smiled at the redhead politely. “If your trade session is done here, Shanna, “ Kate said, “I think Mia wanted to see you.”

“OH!” Shanna said, “Yes, she . .uh . .wanted to discuss some . . .stuff. I’ll go . .uh . .Bye, Sawyer.”

Sawyer was about to say something but the redhead quickly ducked out of the tent. As she past by Kate, she whispered a quick and silent Thank You. Kate just smiled, as she left. The brunette then looked to the southern man, who just snapped his fingers and slapped his palms together in frustration. “That’s the second time you have interrupted me.” He pointed out.

“You make a move toward Natasha, you badger McKay about Taylor, “ Kate stared at him, “Now you just put your moves on Shanna? A brunette, a blonde and a redhead? Are you going for a Hat-Trick, Sawyer?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He said with a big grin.

“Oh, please,” Kate grinned, amused.

“Hat-Trick,” the redneck sat down on the sand, “That’s a good one, Freckles. It’s also the pot calling the kettle black.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“You came after the doc and the bad boy. Now that the surf-boy comes along and you can’t just wait to share time with him.”

“Surf . . .wait, are you talking about Seth?” Kate stammered.

“Never figured you for the younger meat. Guess it takes all kinds,” Sawyer sneered.

“You saw us at the rock wall?” she asked.

“Yeah, I did. Seemed real cozy.”

“That was just . .it wasn’t what you think. He was helping me through a rough time.” Kate pointed out.

“Oh, is that what you call it?” Sawyer said sarcastically.

Kate squenched up her lips and looked at him. She then poked her head into the tent, leaning toward the southern man’s face. “At least he has seen more than you ever will.” She glared.

Kate turned around and walked away. Sawyer watched the woman walk away, squinting his eyes. Did she just imply that Seth got a peep-show from her? Or that she let him? The redneck stood up, looking at the brunette. “WHAT DA HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” he yelled at her, demanding.

Kate said nothing. She just kept walking, smiling gleefully that she got one up on the southern man.

Part 144: Day 33

The new day crest over the island. Most of the survivors were up at the break of dawn. The new trend was simply conversation. Most survivors past the time away by talking to their neighbors. It was the only form of entertainment and as a result, they got to know each other as well. Even since the Jin incident, the other survivors wanted to be more trusting.

Micheal and his worker crew had been working on the boat since dawn. They were taking a break, all except Jin. He was still chopping away at the bamboo nearly all morning. Micheal just smirked, seeing how this man and he were at odds yesterday. At the moment, they had banded together to build a raft to get off the island. The same could almost be said about McKay and Sawyer. The two men sat under a tree, sipping water. The wind blew against them. The southern man used his shirt to wipe his sweat, as he tried to cool down. McKay fanned himself with his safari hat. “What did you do back in the real world, McKay?” Sawyer asked.

“I was an outback guide. Before that, a teacher.” He sighed.

“What kinda teacher?”

“English,” he told him.

“No crap?” the southern man laughed, “Why did you leave, you got involved with a piece of tail?”

“Yeah,” McKay immediately replied.

“I was joking.” Sawyer retorted.

“I wasn’t.” the Australian said in all seriousness.

The southern man turned around, “What happened? She leave you?”

“Yeah, something like that. I should have known it wouldn’t last but I was naïve back then.” He sighed.

“Well, it means anything, I kinda like you better now.” Sawyer said.

McKay turned to look at him. “Two days ago, you wanted to break my neck.”

“And you didn’t back down, “ Sawyer confessed,” I respect that.”

McKay smiled. It was a side of Sawyer he didn’t see when he first met him. The side that seem to need friends, despite his brandish attitude. The Australian respected him too; it was big of him to join him yesterday to help build the raft. “You know something?” he smiled, “It might be interesting . .to be your friend.”

“I don’t keep friends for long.” The southern man confessed.

“Maybe that is your whole problem.” McKay chuckled, “if you had someone to kick you in the ass to show restraint every once and a while, you wouldn’t get in trouble.”

“Only trouble I ever been in involved women,” he laughed.

The two men began to laugh at their mutual joke. Micheal smirked, never believed that Sawyer would be laughing with anyone. As the two men laughed, the old man Cecil walked up to them. He was looking at the progress they were making on the raft. “Good job, boys,” he said.

“Top of the morning to you, Cecil,” McKay said, one eye closed, “Have heard nor seen much of you since we got here.”

“That’s cause I been busy,” he said, “Busy with Lea.”

“Lea?” Micheal asked.

“You’ve been sharing time with that broad?” Sawyer said in disbelief.

“She’s lonely, I’m lonely. We found each other . .in the bed,” he laughed, as if it was a massive joke.

“Whoever this Lea is, she must be desperate.” McKay grunted.

“She’s an older lady,” Sawyer smirked, “her and the old man must have something in common.”

“Oh, yes,” Cecil said, sitting down, “It’s good to know, I can still get it up after all these years.”

“I guess that proves the sun still shines on a dog’s ass some days.” McKay laughed.

The four men laughed at the joke the Australian made. Jin was curious why they weren’t working. Since he couldn’t ask them, he ignored them and continued to work. Sawyer put his shirt back on, rubbing his sweaty hair. “Did you ever break any hearts, Cecil?” he asked.

“Once or twice,” Cecil coughed a little, “When you were talking about Tennessee the other day, I was thinking about the women I met there. One was a real peach.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sawyer raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, she wore some very short shorts when I met her. We had a fun time in a Motel 6. Her old man was gullible as hell. I wish I could remember her name.”

The southern man gritted his teeth, “What makes you think her husband was gullible?”

“Cause he was able to give me his car, for free!” Cecil laughed, then scratched his head, “I wish I could remember her name. I know it started with an L. Linda? Lily? Lisa? Leanna?”

“Is this why you hooked up with Lea?” McKay laughed, “Feeling nostalgic for the old days?”

“Yeah, but those were some days, boys!”

Everyone laughed again. It was like a group of soldiers gathered together to discuss fun times and past relations. Sawyer wasn’t laughing much; he just smiled. After hearing what Cecil said, he had to restrain himself from running over and strangling him. He slowly got to his feet, brushing the sand off his blue jeans. “I need to get something,” he said reluctantly, “I’ll be right back.”

Sawyer walked away as the men continued their conversations. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms. He didn’t remember if his father lost his car or not, because he was only 9 at the time. But there were other things he was never going to forget.

His mother’s name was Lily.

Part 143: Rebuild

The group had just gotten done cooking. John was taking turns, cutting off meat from the roasted boar. Tony, Marita, Eddie, McKay and others were sitting around their little encampment, eating. A few of the survivors came over and complimented Tony on what he said. The blind doctor accepted their compliments, glad he was able to make an impression. He was worried about earning his keep here; but it seemed that the mistrust and secrets they fought through on their side of the island still exist on the new side. John was thinking of it too. “Do you think they would have hurt Jin?” he commented.

“Doubt it,” McKay sipped on his water, “Some one would have stepped in.”

“True enough. The people here are larger in number. Their trust doesn’t come easily.” Tony mentioned.

“Yeah, and there are a few people who are not helping the situation. Sawyer among them.” The Australian munched on his meat.

“True, he is a powder keg but in the right time frame, he would have been having beers with us back in the real world.” The blind doctor said.

“More like getting in bar-room brawls.” McKay countered.

The group then started laughing, imagining the fight from a few days ago. It was a good moment to break the levity of the situation. Marita looked into the distance, seeing Micheal and Yolanda talking. He was getting frustrated over his lack of materials, throwing down his remains. She gently touched him on the shoulder, and he nearly collapsed onto her. Marita smiled; at least her friend was there for Micheal when he needed her.

McKay looked into the distance as well. As Yolanda and Micheal parted, Jin came over with an axe and a stack of bamboo on his shoulder. It would seemed he was interested in rebuilding the boat. McKay thought about it and then made up his mind. He finished his meat, placing the plate down and wiping his mouth. “You’re right, Tony,” he said, “Trust has be earned. I am gonna score a few points for our side, right now.”

“McKay?” Tony said, confused.

The Australian stood up and began walking toward Micheal and the construction of the boat. The blind doctor then looked to Marita and asked, “Where is he going?”

“It looks like he is going to help Micheal rebuild the raft.” She smiled.

Tony sighed, smiling. “Good for him.” He whispered.

McKay walked up to Yolanda, gently touching her on the arm. The black woman smiled at his presence; observing Micheal and Jin start on the frame work for the raft with the new bamboo. The Australian then watched Micheal walked over to a stack of bamboo and began to check it his arm, marking it with a magic marker. He was measuring it for length. He then picked up an axe and got ready to chop them into specific sections. McKay stopped him. The black man just stared at him. “I’ll do that, you work on the frame.”

Micheal slowly smiled, handing him the axe. “You’re hired.” He said.

McKay then scooted the bamboo and proceeded to chop it. Whenever he did, the large hollow tree would wobble, making the cut jagged. The Australian grunted. He’d need something to hold it down, while he cut it. As he started to look for a rock to brace it, then he saw the bamboo dig deep into the sand from the weight pressing on it. McKay looked and saw Sawyer holding it down for him. The southern man just nodded; a silent way of telling him to proceed. McKay returned the nod and he started his chopping. The four men worked together, under the watchful eye of Yolanda as the sun began to set over the horizon.

Everyone was walking about the beach in the night. In side the encampment, Tony was tucking Eddie into sleep. He felt of the young boys’ face and stroked his hair. The blind doctor smiled, “How are you doing, Eddie?” he asked.

“Okay, I guess,” he sighed.

“You’re thinking of your mom and dad?” Tony asked.

“I miss them.” He whimpered.

“I know you do, buddy,” Tony sighed, “I miss my mom too. I hope to see her again someday.”

“Will I ever see my parents, Tony? In Heaven?”

“Sure you will, Eddie. Sure you will. God took care of your parents the moment that crashed happened. They went straight up to him.”

“That’s good. I know I will meet them again when I die but . . .I won’t die for a while.” The little boy pointed out.

“Yes, that is true. It’s gonna be a long time for you to become an old man and your mom and dad would have to wait for you. But you know what?”

“What?” the boy asked.

“I don’t think they will mind waiting. Plus, I am sure they’ll look down on you from time to time.”

“I would like that.” Eddie smiled.

Tony leaned up and was about to leave. “No, Tony, stay.” The boy pleaded.

“I’m not going far.” He assured him.

“I got something . .I got something I need to tell you.”

The blind man stopped moved, hearing the mixture of sadness and desperation in the boy’s voice. Tony laid back down and shifted to the side. He scooted in closer to Eddie. “What is it?” he asked.

“Tony, “the little boy whispered, “You got to promise not to tell anyone.”

“We already know where secrets get us, Eddie. Why do I need to promise such a thing?”

“Please, Tony. Just promise me.” The boy begged.

“All right, Eddie. I promise but just for you, and only you. What do you need to tell me?”

“I know who burned the raft.” He whispered slowly.

Tony flinched a little. This was the last thing he expected the boy to say. The blind doctor leaned in even closer. “Who was it?” he asked.

“Walt, the black kid.” Eddie said.

Tony grimaced. He wasn’t use to two shockers in a row. “Did he . . .did he tell you why?” he asked.

“Cause he don’t wanna leave.”

Tony put his hand over his blindfold. The young black boy burned the raft and as a result, of simply not wanting to leave. For what he had done, two men were accused of it and therefore were judged by the survivors on the island. Tony took a deep breath and then whispered, “Why didn’t you tell us about this earlier?”

“Cause it ain’t my lie. It’s his. Shouldn’t he be the one to tell you and the adults?”

Tony smiled. It was brave logic. He would have done differently but from the mind of a child, it was a mature statement. “Yes, that is true, it’s his lie and it’s up to him to tell the truth.” The blind doctor replied.

“Thank you, Tony. I was worried I didn’t do the right thing.” The little boy whispered.

“You did what was right by Walt. You put the ball in his court. Hopefully, he’ll do the right thing and tell his father what he did.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Eddie said, raised eyebrows.

“Then like you said, . .it’s his lie to bare. You don’t worry about Walt, okay?”

“You promise not to tell?”

“I made you a promise, didn’t I?” Tony smiled.

Eddie then reached up and hugged the blind man around the neck. “I love you, Tony,” he whispered, “You and Marita is all I got left.”

Tony sighed, embracing the boy. He felt his heart skip hearing the boy say that. At another time and place, the boy would have made a worthy son. He didn’t reveal that Walt burned the raft, so that the young black boy would be forced to tell the truth and save himself. Eddie then let go of him and slowly closed his eyes, trying to sleep. Tony felt of the cover and pulled it over the boy.

He slowly stood up and felt for his way out of the camp. As he walked a few feet more, he felt a familiar hand touch his chest. “Marita?” he said, taking her arm.

“Oh, Tony,” she wept, “Why did his parents have to die?”

Tony sighed, understanding that Marita had heard the whole thing he just said. The blind doctor pulled her toward him and held her close. The Latina held onto him, trying not to cry but feeling so sorry for Eddie that he lost his parents. “It’s a test, Marita.” Tony whispered, “A test that Eddie must overcome. He must work past his grief and grow up to be an exceptional man.”

“I didn’t think . .I would start to love him like my own son but I do,” the stewardess sniffed, “Tony, I feel horrible taking his parent’s place.”

“It wasn’t our fault. You should feel happy being his Right-Now-Mommy. He needs us both.”

“Yes, “she sighed, “He needs us. I kinda think . .I need him too.”

“Then we’ll all be there for each other,” Tony kissed her, “Our own little marooned family.”

The soft wind flowed into the tent as the sun was continuing to go down. Seth and Charlie were helping Claire with some food. Shannon and Sayid were enjoying each other’s company. In the distance, Hurley listened to his CD player but then it must have gone dead, as he tapped it a few times.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered.

Part 142: Day 32

McKay slowly kneeled admit the high grass. He had been tracking a boar for quite some time. He finally stumbled near it’s feeding ground. It wasn’t took hard to fine, considering it took a crap about 60 feet south of him. Also he found traces of it’s fur in the branches it scraped up against.

Boar was munching on a mango. McKay slowly stood up, quietly. He didn’t want the boar to notice him must yet. Then he hurled a rock at it, striking it against his head. The boar squealed and then finally saw him. It immediately charged him. McKay turned and ran toward the distance. The grass was bending underneath his feet, as was the hoofs of the pig. It snorted and squealed as it ran after him. Then a sharp arrow silenced his cries of vengeance.

McKay stopped as he heard the boar go quiet John began jogging from over the trees, marching through the high grass. The Australian leaned over, holding his knees and catching his breath. John walked up to the boar, and pulled his arrow out of it’s ribcage. He looked to his friend, and smiled. “You all right, McKay?” he asked.

“I just need to catch my breath, “ He chuckled, “Sweet Jesus, John, could you fire it a little sooner next time.”

“You try firing at a moving target, see how easy it is,” John laughed

McKay walked over to the dead animal. He pulled out the plastic wrap from his back jean belt and began to wrap the creature. John wiped off the blood from the arrow tip and placed it back into his quiver. He looked around and enjoyed the scenery for a bit, taking in the fresh air. “I enjoyed the little impromptu concert last night,” he smiled, “It kinda took the tension out of the air for a bit.”

“Very true,” McKay said, finishing his wrapping, “I was glad they took me off their suspect list. But I don’t know about this Jin guy either.”

“Yeah, haven’t spoke with him. However, there is no point. Rumor has it, he doesn’t speak English, nor does his wife.”

McKay paused for a second, “Now that doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you mean?” asked John.

“If they don’t speak English, how is it they contribute? His wife, Sun, helped us out the moment we came here.”

“Maybe. ..they follow by example?” the archer shrugged his shoulders.

McKay grunted, hauling the pig above his shoulders. The two friends began to walk back toward the beach. “Well, I feel sorry for Jin when Sawyer finds him,” the Australian sighed, “Judging by how the man hits, there will probably be hell to pay.”

As the two friends walked, they then heard voices. John turned to his right, and then looked toward the distance. McKay joined him, looking where he was staring. In the distance, they saw movement. After a few bushes, they came into view. It was Sawyer and he found Jin; pushing the Korean forward. John slapped his forehead, unbelieving they were just talking about what they were at that moment, seeing unfold. “Now THAT is what you call Speak of the Devil.” The archer pointed.

“C’mon, “ McKay said, “Let’s join him.”

“I don’t know, McKay. This really ain’t our business.”

“The raft was the one thing that could have gotten help to us. ALL of us. It’s our business, John.”

“Oh, man, I don’t think this is gonna end good.” John said, quickly following him.

The two friends walked over and got into the path of Sawyer and Jin. The redneck was still shoving him forward, and the Korean man had a wound on his forehead, slowly leaking down to his cheek. “You're pretty scared, huh? Scared, you understand scared, don't you? Huh?” Sawyer hissed, then pushed him down, “ If you ain't, you're going to be, Bruce. Folks down on the beach might have been doctors and accountants a month ago, but it's Lord of the Flies time, now.”

“So if you don’t like what he has to say, “John muttered, “You do, what? Cut off his head and put it on a pike?”

“What the hell are you two doing out here?” Sawyer retorted.

McKay showed him the pig on his back. The southern man smirked at their skill of catching meat where Locke and Boone were not bringing any back. “Good job, Outback,” he retorted, “Everybody will be hungry after we have our justice.”

“Ease up, Sawyer!” McKay said, “You still don’t know it’s him.”

“Oh, I know it’s him. Look at him! He’s scared out of his mind cause he’s caught.”

John and McKay looked at each other. They knew nothing of the history between Jin and Micheal. For all they know it could have been him but they couldn’t fathom it nor understand it. They hoped they went Sawyer brought the Korean man back to the beach, they’d figure it out.

After walking a few more minutes, they had arrived back at the beach. Sawyer continued to push Jin, until he fell into the sand. McKay and John then quickly ran over to their little encampment. Mia, Taylor, Tony, Marita and Eddie were hanging around, then heard the commotion up the beach. Micheal was already running toward Jin, with Jack hot on his heels to stop him. John quickly put his bow down, and poked his head into the tent. “Tony, they found Jin,” he mentioned.

“What’s happening to him?” the blind doctor asked.

“It looked like the redneck took a few swings at him. You better come hear this. If I didn’t know better, Micheal and Sawyer might kill him.”

Tony then immediately got to his feet, with Marita by his side. The majority of their little group began their quick walk toward the group gathering around Jin, Sawyer, Micheal and the other survivors. Micheal was trying to get closer to Jin but Jack was keeping him at bay. “Just calm down, and think about it for a minute!” the doctor ordered.

“Look at his hands, man! They’re burned!” the black man pointed.

“Back off, Jack. It's got nothing to do with you.” Sawyer pointed out.

“SHUT UP!” Jack shot right back at him.

“Look, everybody just chill.” Hurley held up his hands in protest.

“Hurley’s right, “John said, “This isn’t going to help you get the answers you want. Not to mention, this poor guy can’t speak English.”

“I don’t care, “ Micheal said, holding up his fist to the Korean, “You understand this, don’t you?”

Jin wasn’t listening to what Micheal said. He was looking into the distance. Taylor spotted that and looked at what his eyes saw. It was his wife, Sun, staring at the mob and her husband in disbelief. Jin then said something in Korean, directed just toward her. Everything then paused. Micheal pointed at the Korean man, “WHAT DID HE SAY?”

Jin then said something again, in his native language, only to make Micheal advance faster. “He said something to me?” the black man demanded.

“Micheal,” Yolanda tried to help calm him down.

“Say it again!” Micheal demanded, “Say it again.”

Jin then said something else in Korean, and Micheal immediately slugged him for it. Tony didn’t have to see; he could hear what was happening. The more Jin spoke, the more Micheal hit him. Jack tried to intervene but Sawyer grabbed him, then pulling him off. “HEY!” Jack protested.

“One fight at a time, doc,” the redneck hissed.

“He’s right, “Sayid said, “This is between them.”

Jin slowly rose to his feet and said something again in Korean. Micheal then slugged him one more time, sending him down. McKay grimaced at the fight, seeing how Jin was not fighting back. The Korean then got up and said something else. The black man then reared back, ready to hit him. “HE DIDN’T DO IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!” Sun screamed.

Everyone then looked toward Sun, who stood there, crying over her husband being assaulted. John looked at the woman, confused. Eddie held onto his kangaroo, staring at her with a gaping mouth. McKay was flustered and judging by the looks of the people around him, including Jin, they were just as surprised as he was. “He didn’t burn your raft.” Sun replied.

“You speak English?” Charlie said in disbelief.

“Didn’t see that coming.” Hurley mentioned.

“You understand us? THIS WHOLE TIME?” Jack said, looking at her, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Sun ignored him as she turned her attention back to Micheal. “You raft, it was already on fire when he got to it, “ she said, teary eyed, “he burned his hands trying to put it out.”

“Then why did he run?” the black man demanded.

Sun then said something to Jin in Korean. The bloodied man stood there, staring at her. Micheal was waiting for a response but when he didn’t get any, he shrugged his shoulders. “That’s what I thought!” he grunted.

“My husband is many things but he is not liar.” She said with conviction.

“You're going to lecture us about lying, Betty? From the look on his face, even your old man here didn't know you speak English.” Sawyer angrily said, “ How do we know she's not covering for him?”

“All right, “ Tony stepped forward, “This is gone on long enough.”

“Tony, I don’t think-“ Sayid tried to say.

“I don’t care why Sun can speak English, that is between her and her husband, “Tony interrupted him, “Our main focus was to fine out why the raft got burned and it’s obvious he didn’t do it.”

Sawyer then walked over and jabbed his fingers in the blind doctors chest. “Is that so, Doc? Maybe you are feeling pissed cause we pointed the finger at McKay first? I don’t think you got any clue about what goes on around for the obvious reasons, Ray Charles.”

Sawyer then walked away. Tony gritted his teeth a bit. “Mr. Sawyer?” he called.

“What?” the southern man turned around.

Tony then quickly raised his metal cane and slammed it in Sawyer’s throat. The redneck gasped, grabbing his Adam’s apple and falling to his knees. Everyone froze after what the blind doctor did. Tony then took three steps forward, placing his cane over his shoulder like a baseball bat. “Anybody else want to make fun of my disability?” he inquired.

No one said anything. Sawyer coughed, getting his air back into his lungs. “You dirty son of a bitch.” He grunted.

“As long as you just laying there, in pain, you might want to take a listen, Sawyer, “ Tony said, “ALL OF YOU! Why would he burn your raft, Micheal? I want to hear it from you; why did he burn you raft?”

“He’s been after me since day one, everybody knows it.” Micheal quickly pointed out.

“So, it’s personal?” Tony scoffed, “So instead of . .killing you or hurting you, he burns the raft? If it was personal, then he’d do something directly to you and finish the raft himself. Why destroy our once chance of getting off this island? Why block our attempt to get home? HIS attempt . ..to get home?”

“He’s got a point, dude.” Hurley finished.

“He couldn’t have burned the raft, because I am sure Jin wants to get home as bad as we do. If he did burn the raft, he must be insane,” Tony shifted around toward his friends, “John? McKay? This man look crazy to you?”

“Nope,” John said, arms crossed, “More like misunderstood.”

“Okay, genius, “ Micheal said, standing closer to Tony, “If he didn’t burn the raft, then who did?”

“None of us!” Locke said.

Everybody turned to find the older man stepping from the bushes. He smiled at Mia as he walked past her. “Tony has a very valid point.” The bald man said, “Whoever burned the raft, is not someone who wants to leave the island but someone who wants us to stay. I don’t need to remind you, that we are not alone on this island. We are so eager to point the blame on ourselves, that we’ve forgotten about them out there. They've attacked us, sabotaged us, abducted us, murdered us.”

After Locke had said his piece, he turned around and walked away, gently touching Mia on the shoulder as he did. Walking forward, he turned around to face them. “WE’RE NOT ALONE ON THIS ISLAND AND WE ALL KNOW IT!” he said, arms raised.

The crowd heard what he had to say. They slowly realized the bald man was speaking the truth. Sun walked up to Micheal one last time and whispered, “He didn’t do it.”

The black man gave no reply. He simply took his son and began to walk away. Then Sun walked up her husband and said something in Korean. He still didn’t say anything. The crowd began to disperse slowly. Charlie walked over to Seth, patting him on the arm. Shanna came up to Mia, just smiling at her. Their own little group banded together as the other survivors walked their own paths. Tony then left a gentle hand touch his arm. “Thank you.” Sun whispered.

“I meant what I said,” the blind doctor smiled, “Whatever reason you kept your husband from knowing you speak English, is your business.”

“My reasons are . .complicated.” she replied.

“It usually is.” Tony agreed.

“Go on, Sun,” McKay said, “I think you should try and repair what you have with Jin.”

The Korean woman slowly looked at him, “Why . .why do you care?”

“Because on this island . ..everybody needs someone.”

Sun smiled, trying not to cry. She quickly ran off into the jungle after her husband. The group stood there, watching her leave. Mia held onto John’s arm, watching the woman disappear into the depths of the jungle. Tony sighed, feeling of his cane into the sand. “It would seem that there are still secrets here.” He whispered.

Part 141: The Night Concert

Mia studied the pad over and over. She couldn’t figure out what the numbers represented. Why would they bothered to be indented on the side of the Hatch? A serial number? A manufacturer number of whoever built it? And why doesn’t it have a handle?

Mia flipped page over to the other side. She began to count the letter of the alphabet, making them represent each other. Four meant a D, eight meant a G, fifteen represented the O, then sixteen the P, then Twenty-three the W, then . . . . “ Damnit,” Mia cursed under her breath, realizing of course, no letter could present forty two.

Unless, she took the four and the two and combined them? Four to present the D and two to present the B. “Dgopwdb?” the Lakota girl whispered.

Mia grunted, feeling like she was getting no where with the numbers. She had been staring at them a long time. So long in fact that the numbers began to blur together. For a few seconds she didn’t see the 8 and the 15, she saw 815. Mia blinked. 815 was the flight number on the Oceanic flight back home, wasn’t it? The young woman turned to see one of her friend, Marita was flooding clothes into a pile for them. “Marita?” Mia called to her.

“Yeah, hun?” she said, smiling.

“Our flight number . . .it was 815, right?” she asked.

“You betcha. Oceanic Flight 815, boarding at Gate 23. My friend Gloria had to repeat that over and over.”

The thought process started to swirl in Mia’s brain. The boarded at Gate 23. Mia looked at the pad again, and there it was, plain a day, the number 23. First the 815, then 23. Two numbers that fell into place on these mysterious number indented on an even mysterious hatch. There was one number between them; 16. What did that present? Mia then thought of Jenny, remembering she was 16 years old. She came to them one the tenth day of their marooned stay and then they . . . .

Mia jerked her head around. She was reading more into it than she should have. Granted the flight number and the gate number matching some numbers in the sequence was strange but trying to figure out what the other numbers meant might drive her insane. She sighed, tucking the pad into her jean jacket. The ocean was pulling in a nice breeze the sun began to go down. The Lakota girl felt some air would do her good, so she decided to get up and take a walk.

As she made it down to the beach, she took a deep breath, letting the water wash over her feet. She felt peaceful. There never was much cause to visit the ocean back home but here, it made sense to be one with the Mother Earth. Her granny taught her to respect the Earth and all that it gives to her. Was the Hatch apart of that equation? She vowed she would soon see.

Mia then heard the weezing sounds of Hurley, walking up to her. She felt sorry for the man, wondering when he would start showing signs of weight loss from the diet they were eating. “Mia,” he smiled.

“Hey, Hurley, “ she smiled back, “What you know?”

“You should head down to the beach.” He pointed in the opposite direction.

“Why?” she asked.

Hurley, “Just . .just head down there. I promise you will like it.”

Mia smirked, wondering what the large man was up to. Considering she needed the air, and was a little bored, she felt she might as well go check on his egnimatic response. As the Lakota girl began her journey to the end of the beach, she could hear Hurley calling to the others survivors to follow him as well. Mia was beginning to get excited, wondering what the large man had up his sleeve. She dipped into the water to pass the large growth of tree that extended to the shore line. Holding to one branch, she then past through and heard something familiar. “Uh . .one . .uh . .two, a one, two, three, four.” Seth said.

“Seth?” Mia asked.

The Lakota girl was then slightly started as a she heard a massive guitar rift. It was being played as loud as he could take it. Mia turned the growth corner and saw Charlie hitting his guitar like a man possessed. Shanna winked at her, sitting on the ground, surrounded by various boxes and holding two drum sticks. Charlie then finished his guitar strum, then Seth immediately started to sing and Shanna followed up with Charlie.

I like to dream yes, yes,
right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Shanna and Charlie then joined him for the chorus.

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Mia covered her mouth, laughing at the wonderful music they were making. With a few seconds, Mia was joined by other survivors. John came up to her laughing. Tony smiled, as he was not able to see, he surely was able to hear. Marita couldn’t stop laughing at the trio performing for them. More and more survivors began to flock into the open concert area. Jack looked at them, then chuckled. “What do you think, Jack?” Hurley smiled.

“This . .this is . .this is great, Hurley,” Jack held up his hands.

“Once I saw that they were doing and the way people were mopeing around here, I figured they could use it. Kinda like the golf course, right, dude?”

Sayid patted him on the back, “Good job, Hurley.”

Mandy and Taylor immediately started to dance in from of the makeshift band as they continued to play the SteppenWolf song. The young blondes laughed, enjoying the sound of the music. Taylor then grabbed McKay and forced him to dance. John tried not to laugh, but it was difficult not to find it funny, seeing the strong outback type, dancing with two blondes from California. Then Mandy left McKay and Taylor to join Boone. The blue eyed man took Mandy by the hips and began to sway with her from side to side.



After a few hours of music, the trio had taken a small break. Charlie came over and embraced Seth, patting him on the back. He never realized how much he missed performing; he was thankful the young man had given him back his livelihood. Seth drank some water, a triangle of sweat running down his shirt. Shanna sipped on her water, and wiped her sweat. She had never felt so alive in a long time.

John got finished, lighting the last torch. Then he placed it back in the bonfire and walked over, joining Mia. The Lakota girl leaned forward, allowing him to sit right behind her. The she scooted back, and got into his lap, using him a back rest. John smiled, gently placing his arms around her.

Seth kneeled down for a second to catch his breath. “You guys are great!” Kate applauded him.

“Thank you, Kate.” Seth bowed his head.

“What’s the name of your band?” Shannon called.

Seth paused, then started to giggle. Charlie laughed as well, and Shanna just giggled, covering her eyes with her hands. The musician stepped up, patting Seth on the back. “Right now it’s Safety Ladder,” he smiled, “But that will probably change tomorrow.”

It drew a round of laughter from the crowd. Seth then finally stood up, wiping the sweat from his face with both hands. “I want to thank everybody from coming out tonight, “he smiled, “I now these tickets are cheap but it’s much appreciated.”

The crowd laughed again. Mia smiled at her good friend. She could tell he would go far in the business, able to work a crowd the way he does, making them feel happy. Seth sipped on his water. Then looked at all of them and said, “We need to survive. One day we will get off this island. As long as he hold each other, we’re gonna make it.”

The crowd responded by applauses and other people saying they agreed.

“Now, we’ll take down the tempo a bit. This song is dedicated to all my friends and everybody here . .who has found someone to hold onto.”

“This song would sound better with a piano, “Charlie laughed, “But we’ll do the best we can.

Charlie then started to play a slow rift. His fingers glided over the strings, sending out a sweet harmony into the air. Shanna began to slowly caress her makeshift-drum-set, with some pain brushes she found. Seth closed his eyes and began to sing.

I guess I thought you'd be here forever
Another illusion I chose to create
You don't know what ya got until it's gone
And I found out just a little too late

Charlie then started to sing.

I was acting as if you were lucky to have me
Doin' you a favor I hardly knew you were there

Then Charlie and Seth began to sing together.

But then you were gone and it all was wrong
Had no idea how much I cared

Boone then stood up, and held his hand out to Mandy. The blond smiled, taking it and allowing him to draw her close. The young couple held onto each other, swaying into the night. Seth gave a thumbs up, pointing at them.

Now being without you
Takes a lot of getting used to
Should learn to live with it
But I don't want to

Shanna then kicked into the drums as Charlie and Seth sang together again.

Living without you
Is all a big mistake
Instead of getting easier
It's the hardest thing to take
I'm addicted to ya babe
You're a hard habit to break

Soon McKay and Taylor joined the other couple on the dance floor made of sand. Mia slowly stood up, motioning for John to follow. The archer was all too happy to comply. A few applauded when they saw Bernard dancing with his wife Rose. Marita rubbed Tony’s arm, enjoying the display of affection toward all her friends. “Everybody is dancing.” She whispered.

“Would you like to?” Tony smiled.

Marita smiled brightly, “Tony . .are you sure?”

“There are some things. . .I don’t need my eyes for.” He replied.

Tony slowly stood up, taking her hand. The Latina followed him and then embraced him. Tony held her close, as she rested her head into his chest. Natasha then started to eyeball Sawyer. She constantly blinked her eyebrows in his direction. He sighed, smiling and rolling his eyes. He stood up, brushed the sand off his pants and held his hand out to her. The brunette stood up and soon, they held each other close. Very soon Micheal and Yolanda found themselves, dancing as well. Walt smiled, happy to see his father happy.

Jack then looked at Kate. The brunette was watching the people dance, then looked at him. The doctor just smiled at her, then looked back to the others. Kate blushed, lowering her head. More and more survivors got up and danced with other people.

It was the night, for a few minutes, they all came together.

Part 140: Baring of Souls PT 3

Seth and Kate sat by the entrance to the giant rock wall. The ocean was gently caressing the beach line, making only the slight white noise they were used to. The brunette had the photo of Tanya and Seth in her hands, staring at it. She saw the picture of her in the background, tending bar and serving drinks. Her hair was blonde then; a trick she had done many times to stay ahead of the police. Her hands trembled over seeing the photo. “How . .how is this possible that you would . . .” she stuttered.

“I know, what are the odds?” Seth muttered, rocking back and forth, “I’ve been going over it in my head and haven’t come up with any decent solution.”

“This is why you recognized me,” she pointed out, “I’ve been in a photo that you’ve held close for so long.”

“Yes, indeed.” He said, staring at her.

“It’s all a major coincidence, Seth. I’ll admit that but this doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m inclined to disagree. I mean, I WANT to agree with you because I don’t normally believe in fate and destiny but things I have seen and people I have talked with all this island had let me to rethink myself.”

“What are you getting at?” Kate said.

“You are in a photo I’ve had with me for three years. You and I wound up on the same plane. The same plane that crashed and we both survived. We’ve both been reunited. This doesn’t strike you as just coincidence, does it, Kate?”

Kate closed her eyes, and leaned forward, propping up her head with her right hand. “But why would this need to happen?” she asked.

“Perhaps because you need to tell me something.” Seth pointed out.

“Tell you what?”

“Whatever it is you are running from?” he responded.

Kate opened her eyes and looked at him. He sat there, staring at her; waiting for an answer. It was beginning to make her panic, how much this young man knew about her without even asking. “What . . .what makes you think I am running from anything?” she asked.

Seth sighed, and reached over, gently taking her hand. “Kate, I didn’t guess when I told you what type of music you like, “he whispered, “I’ve always been good at reading people. Your eyes, your speech, your face . . .that tells me all I need to know. And it tells me that you are running from something. What is it?”

Without hesitation, or thought, she found herself squeezing his hand. She blinked before she realized she was doing it. She wanted to tell him; she wanted to tell Jack. It had been eating her up since she got their on the island, wanting to reveal it to somebody. But she was afraid. She had been afraid since it all happened and never knew who she could trust. “I’ve done some . .bad things.” She whispered.

“Haven’t we all?” Seth sighed.

“I murdered someone.” She sniffed, “The only man I ever loved.”

Seth didn’t say anything. He just listened.

“He was . .he was trying to help me. I never should have gotten . . gotten so close to him again. But he was working at the hospital, so I could see, my mother.”

“Your mother?” Seth paused.

“She was dying. Cancer. I just had to see her . .and due to . .what I did . . .”

Kate started to choke up. Tears were flowing gently from her eyes at that point. She squeezed Seth’s hand even tighter. “I know my . . .mother didn’t live out of that hospital. They were just . . .making her comfortable. But due to what I did . ..her last words to me . .was that . . .she was afraid of me.”

Kate finally broke down, crying. Seth didn’t know what to do, so he didn’t the first thing that felt natural; he put his arm around her. The brunette collapsed into him, crying heavily. He held onto her as she cried. “I didn’t . . .want my mama . .to be afraid of me.” She wailed.

“I know,” Seth whispered, “I know.”

Kate continued to cry for a few more minutes. Seth stroked her hair, letting her finish. The brunette caught her breath, and sniffed a few times. She wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve. Seth said nothing else; he merely waited for her to speak when she was ready. “I’ve been a fugitive,” she whispered, “I’ve been on the run for so many years cause no one would believe me that what I did . . .well, . .they wouldn’t believe it wasn’t my fault.”

“I believe you.” Seth smiled gently at her.

“You . .you don’t really know me, Seth,” Kate giggled through her tears.

“But you’ve told me apart of you. It’s enough for me to judge people on their actions, not their past. I don’t see a cold blooded murderer; I see the kind woman who stepped in to help my friends when we arrived on your beach, not knowing a single soul.”

Kate smiled. She had felt better at that moment than she had in several years. The brunette reached up, gently stroking his geek. “Are you an Angel, Seth?” she smiled, “Where you put here, so I could have someone to confess my sins too?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he chuckled, “But I could tell . . .you’ve held this pain in you for some time. When you want to, you should take a look around at my friends, Kate.”

“What for?” she asked.

“Good things happen here to people who bare their souls to one another.” He smiled brightly.

“You sound like you speak from experience?”

A warm image of Brendon floated in Seth’s thoughts upon hearing what she said. He smiled, getting teary eyed. “I am.” He confessed.

The two new friends then stood up. Kate took Seth’s hand, helping up stand up from sitting on the sand. They stared at each other for a second. Then Kate closed her eyes, placing her hand on her chest. A calm breeze from the ocean swooped up, cascading over her. “My heart,” she smiled, “it feel . .lighter.”

“You see?” Seth grinned, “It works.”

“Thank you, Seth,” Kate said, holding both of his hands,” For everything.”

“You are most welcome, Kate,” he said, bowing his head, “I only wish I could help you with your other problem.”

“What problem?”

“Which one to choose, “Seth grinned, “Sawyer or Jack.”

Kate blushed, covering her mouth with her hand, smiling. She then, in all good fun, hit Seth softly in the shoulder. “You need to quit reading me, Seth,” she playfully ordered.

“Oh, that one wasn’t that hard to read,” he smiled, “I could tell you have a thing for both of them.”

“Okay,” she smiled, “How?”

“You have a thing for Jack, cause you can’t stop talking about him. You have a thing for Sawyer, cause you always want to be near him. How I am doing?” he shrugged his shoulders.

Kate giggled again. “Score.” She whispered.

The brunette then hugged the young bookstore worker. Seth smiled, hugging her back. He felt weird that this all started with a picture, but it ended up something even more special. He had secured even another friend. He didn’t know what Kate’s true past was but he felt he did his job; he got her to tell him somewhat about it and it made her feel better. Kate then kissed him on the cheek and then rested her head on his shoulder. Seth helped her bare her soul; she wanted to hug him a while for his kindness.


Up on the hill, Sawyer was still looking for Jin. He was certain the Korean man was behind the raft burning; why would he be so hard to find unless he was hiding? The southern man moved some of the bushes out of the way, then found himself back at the beach at Giant Rock Wall. He saw down on the beach, there were two people hugging. When he squinted his eyes, he realized it was Kate and the surf-boy himself, Seth. What could they be hugging about? Sawyer then blinked when he saw Kate kiss him on the cheek and then rested her head on his shoulder, like he was her boyfriend for some years.

“What the hell?” he muttered.

Part 139 : Baring of Souls PT 2

Seth leisurely jogged toward the giant rock face wall. He smiled as he looked at it; being reminded of the Bathroom Rock back on their beach. He wondered if any of the people made any nicknames about area or were they being so original as just to say GIANT ROCK WALL. The bookstore then chuckled about the term giant rock wall. Seth made a mental note that they would add it to their band name list.

As he walked forward, he heard someone singing a tune. The soft sound was definitely Kate’s. Interestingly enough she was singing Fiona Apple’s song Criminal. Maybe Kate was the backup singer they were looking for? Seth grabbed the rock wall, hugging and flipping over to say hello. Then the young man paused, feeling his eyes bulge out of their sockets.

Kate was sitting in the sands near the shallows and she was completely naked.

Seth froze, staring at the woman’s pale backside and her curvy buttocks. He found himself unable to move. TANYA! TAYNYA! Seth heard his inner voice screaming the name of his girlfriend back home and he quickly flipped around and closed his eyes with his hands. “Uh, Kate?” he asked.

“OH, MY GOD!” Kate screamed, jumping around.

“Uh . . .uh . ..how’s it going?” Seth sighed.

Kate scrambled up onto the beach, grabbing a beach towel. She quickly covered her wet body. “Seth, what are you doing?” she demanded.

“I was. . uh . . coming to talk to you.” Seth muttered, “I . .uh . .I did peak, I admit it but it was only a few seconds. I think . .Time seem to freeze for some reason.”

“Well, you’ve had your peeping tom fun now get lost!” she screamed at him.

“Uh . .Kate?” Seth stammered.

“What?”

“We already ARE lost.” He commented.

Kate had a her mouth opening, expecting him to protest but instead he delivered a joke. She finally starting laughing. Seth smiled, but he still had his eyes closed. He hoped it was the appropriate ice breaker. “Kate, can we talk for a while?” Seth asked.

“About what?” she inquired.

“About you and Me. . . about over the fact I know I’ve seen you before.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t bring that up.” Kate sighed.

“Huh?” Seth said, almost turning around, “Do you remember me?”

“What are you talking about? I never seen you before five days ago. I was talking about that stupid game of I Never. You said you had seen me before.”

“Yeah, I have..” Seth blinked, “But you sound like . . .you sound like you’re really upset about it?”

“I am, Seth. You don’t know anything about me.” Kate slicked back her wet hair, “And there isn’t much you really should know.”

“Why not?” He replied, “You can’t be all bad.”

Kate sighed. The young man was reaching out to her, for reasons unknown. Could she trust him? Should she trust him? He wasn’t hateful about it; he seemed genuinely sincere about. “Okay, Seth,” the brunette whispered, “We’ll talk.”

“Say . .are you decent yet?” he asked, “I want to talk to you face to face but I am pretty sure if I look at you naked, my pants would reach escape velocity.”

Kate smirked, “Is that really such a bad thing?”

“Kate, . .are you flirting with me?” Seth said, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“You saw me naked. Maybe I should see you as well.” She giggled, almost sinisterly, “Then we’d be even.”

“Kate, please don’t. As much as this is REALLY tempting . ..I have to stay true to my girl.”

She blinked, “What?”

“My girl . .Tanya, back home. I can’t betray her. I am gonna marry her when we get home.” He said honestly.

Kate smiled. “I admire you for that, Seth, “ she responded, “I’ve know a few guys who would love to have seen what you have seen but yet, you remain faithful to your girlfriend. You are a better man than them. Stay put, I’ll get dressed and we’ll talk.”

“Cool beans.” He sighed.

Seth slowly crossed his arms, hearing her picking up clothes in the background. After she got done, they would have their little talk. But Seth was still not sure how to explain to her that he’s known her for three years by way of a photograph.

How will she react?”

Part 138: Baring of Souls PT 1

Taylor and Mandy sat by themselves on the beach near their camp. McKay was starting to feel the effects of the beating he had to take. Tony gave him some of his Advil and let him sleep it off. Taylor stared at her lover; upset over the minor scaring that Sawyer gave him. “I want off this island.” She whispered.

“I know, Taylor.” Mandy whispered.

“Most of these people have been nice but now, they throw this crap at us? How are they supposed to trust us now?”

“We just have to work through it. I have faith McKay, John and Tony will get us through this just like they have before.” The young blonde sighed.

“If it wasn’t for them . . .we probably would not have made it this far,” Taylor sighed.

Then a shadow blocking out the sun came by them. Mandy looked up, smiling seeing as for once, Boone came to see her. The young man looked at McKay with his bright blue eyes, noticing his face. “What happened to him?” he asked.

“He got in a fight with that bastard Sawyer.” Taylor grunted.

“I know the feeling,” the young man sighed, kneeling down, “I thought for a while he has horded the inhalers for my sister Shannon. When I tried to find them, he beat me up for invading his private stash.”

“How could Jack let this lunatic run around uncontrolled?” The young blonde coughed.

“He was punished for what he did. Don’t worry about him, Taylor. He’s stupid. He’ll get what is coming to him.” Boone assured.

“How are things going with you?” Mandy said, touching his leg.

“I came to see you, beautiful,” he smiled back at her, “Can we take a walk on the beach?”

Mandy looked to her friend for approval. Taylor smiled and shook her head, saying that she would watch over McKay. The blonde then took Boone’s hand and let him help her up. The two lovers began their gentle walk down to the watery sand. Taylor watched her best friend walk away with the young suitor. She couldn’t have been more happy that she found someone.

The water soaked up the bottom of Boone’s pants legs, as he walked. Mandy stood close to him, sliding her arm around his waist. The young man replied by placing his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. A few of the survivors pointed at them, commenting on their closeness. Boone didn’t care; he wasn’t afraid to hide his love for Mandy. The blonde looked at them, and their curious stares. “People are wondering how we feel in love so easily.” She whispered.

“Let them wonder,” Boone said, “None of them would get it.”

“Like Shannon?” Mandy commented.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “Just like Shannon.”

The young woman noticed the sadness in his tone about his sister. “Did I say something wrong?” she asked.

“No, you didn’t,” Boone kissed her on the forehead, “Its because of Shannon I wanted to talk to you.”

“Has she said something hurtful about me again?” she asked.

“No. I wanted to tell you about our past. I don’t want their to be any secrets between us.”

“What . . .past?” Mandy was getting a little concerned.

“I call Shannon my sister but she isn’t really. Not in the true sense of the word. She’s my step-sister, related by Marriage not blood.”

“Oh, . .wow,” she responded, then realizing why they bicker.

“Which is why . . .I fell into her trap. I was . . in love with her. And it wasn’t just brotherly/sisterly love. It was sexual attraction.”

“Sexual?” Mandy stopped walking.

Boone turned and faced her. The blonde stared up at him, then gently rubbed his cheek. He closed his eyes, sighing at her touch. “Boone . . .did you . ..have sex with Shannon?” she asked.

“I did.” He immediately said, “It was one of the biggest mistakes I had made in my life. Because I was deluded enough to believe it go somewhere. She makes it a habit of using men, and spitting them out. I was one of those men. I was . . .too blind to see it.”

Mandy started to get teary eyed, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I wanted you to know. In case Shannon tried to use it against me. I . . .would die, Mandy. I would die if I knew you hated me.”

“How could I hate you?” the blonde sniffed, “You . .you have your big mistake. I have mine too.”

“What do you mean?” Boone asked.

Mandy lowered her head. She didn’t want to tell him; EVER but she realized she had to. He proved his love to her by revealing a mistake from his past. He had to know at that moment; he had earned the right, even by accident. “I was in . . .a porn video at the age of 18.” She whispered.

Boone looked at her in sadness. A tear slowly went down his left cheek.

“I was stupid, and naïve,” Mandy continued, “I thought it would make me cool. Make me famous. But then I got harassed by every jock-deuce bag who wanted to have sex with me. No . .no man has been able to trust me.”

Boone closed his eyes, sighing. Another tear came out his other eye. “These men that . . .you made the video with . . did they hurt you?”

“No,” she whispered.

“And you never made another one again, right?” he asked.

“No, and I never will. I wish . .I wish I could take it all back.”

“I know the feeling,” he said, opening his eyes, “Thank you, Mandy. For being so brave.”

Boone embraced her, kissing her on the cheek. Mandy held onto him, crying into his shoulder. The two lovers held each other in the ocean breeze. They felt almost naked and exposed. But in their love was the comfort that would stay with them for a long as it could. “I love you, Mandy,” he whispered, “I wanted you to know that.”

“I love you too.” She sighed.

“Hey, Romeo and Juliet!” Seth called to them.

The two lovers gently parted but held onto each other. The young bookstore worker jogged up to them. Mandy smiled, giggling at what Seth called her and Boone. She wiped her tears, smiling. “Hey, Seth.” she laughed.

“Well, it looks like you two are having a moment, so I will be brief,” Seth said, catching his breath, “have either of you seen Kate?”

“Yeah, I saw her a few minutes ago,” Boone pointed down the beach, “She was heading to the section of the beach next to the to big rock wall.”

“Thanks, man.” Seth patted him on the arm.

Seth ran a few feet, while Mandy and Boone watched him run. Then the young singer wannabe turned and offered up a thumbs up to them, especially Mandy. “GOOD CATCH, MANDY!” he laughed, “I APPROVE!!”

Mandy giggled, waving to him as he continued to jog away. Boone chuckled, hearing what Seth was implying. “He’s a good guy.” He whispered.

“He’s the best.” Mandy smiled.


Seth continued running toward the giant rock wall down at the edge of the mainline for the beach. He didn’t want to talk to Kate; but he knew he had to. Otherwise Mia wouldn’t let him live it down. The young bookstore working didn’t believe in fate nor destiny.

But he would see if his conversation with the lovely brunette would change his mind.

Part 137: Fatherly Advice

Mia walked through the jungle. She was looking for Locke, and wanted to discuss with him about the nights events of the burning of the raft. She thought Boone might know but he said he hadn’t seen him. The Lakota girl then giggled as a drop of condensation water dripped from a high above and touched her neck, tickling her. Even in small incidents she was able to laugh.

She finally heard his voice and another’s. She turned near a grouping of bushes and saw that Locke was kneeling down, talking to the girl named Shannon. Mia didn’t know much about her but it seemed that she was interesting in talking with the older man about her brother Boone. Locke then gave her some advice and then walked away. Mia paused for a second, watching him carve up rats. The Lakota girl finally walked over him, and he looked up at her, smiling. “I’m sure that’s an acquired taste.” Mia pointed out.

“Yeah,” Locke smiled, “And I had to acquire it by necessity.”

“Why did you get some boar meat?” she asked.

“Because I am not the provider anymore. Your friends McKay and John are now. I kinda like it that way. Tastes the pressure off of me.”

“So you can focus on the Hatch?”

“Exactly,” He smiled his warm smile at her.

Mia turned her head as he spilled the rat’s guts on to the ground. “Please tell me you are gonna cook that.” She exclaimed.

“Of course,” He laughed, “I haven’t gone completely native yet.”

“I never have tried rats. Thanks to my grandmother I have eaten some strange things.” Mia remembered.

“Such as?”

“Rattlesnake and Squirrel.” She giggled, holding her hand over her mouth.

“Then you got two up on me.” Locke laughed with her, “I wish I met your grandmother. She sounds like a remarkable woman.”

Mia stared at the older man, smiling at his sincerity. She sighed, looking down on the ground, massaging her legs. Locke would tell she was thinking heavily about something. “Something else you want to talk about, Mia?” he asked.

“The burning of the raft,” she whispered, “Most of your group thinks my group did it. Cause we are new.”

“Yes. That was to be expected. I am sure you already know . .trust is a hard thing to come by here.” The older man said, flopping down his carved rat.

“But until we find out who really did it, my friends will not be trusted.” Mia said in full concern.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, the only time we’ll have to worry about it, is if it gets outta hand.”

“You don’t think it’s getting outta hand now?”

“No, not yet.” Locke sighed, “No one else has been attacked.”

-------------------------------------------------------,

Sawyer sat alone in his tent. He gently took the torn cloth, dipping it in the water from the ocean and held it against his face. The Australian gave him one hell of a fight, but in the end, he wasn’t the culprit. Was the southern man prepared to admit it? Not quite yet; he wasn’t sure that McKay didn’t have anything to do with it. It was his lighter after all. He could have given it to somebody. Sawyer slowly put on his shirt, standing up. Then he saw the familiar face of Cecil approaching his tent. “Morning, Sawyer.” He said.

“Morning, old timer.” The southern man moaned.

“Feeling the ache?” Cecil laughed.

“Yeah.” He replied, massaging his shoulder.

“Good. That means you are still alive.”

“Routing for the outback boy, old man?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not in the slightest. I don’t like him either. But if you had come to me and asked me about him, I would have told you that he didn’t burn the raft.”

“How would you know that?” Sawyer demanded.

“Cause I know what kinda man he is.” Cecil smirked, “He ain’t the kinda man who would do something as petty as burn a raft. If he had a problem with ya . . .he’ll just kill ya.”

Sawyer looked at the old man with curious eyes. The tone in his voice struck him as almost sympathedic. “You sound like . . you speak from experience?” the redneck mentioned.

“I do,” Cecil shook his head, “I made a move against one of McKay’s lady friends. I was horny, I admit it. Then he threaten to kill me with his machete. The look in his eyes . .told me he meant it. I never really talked with him after that. It’s not like he tossed my clothes into the ocean or something.”

“Are you suggesting I apologize to him?”

“Only if you want to. That’s between him and you, son. I just wanted to let you know, you got the wrong hombre.”

Sawyer shook his head, thinking of Jin. If McKay didn’t do it, then the Korean man must have. The southern man buttoned up his shirt and stepped out of the tent, retrieving his boots. He was going to go find Jin and see what he had to say. He knew he couldn’t understand him but he knew how to read people. “Thanks for the tip, Cecil.” Sawyer said, putting his boots on.

“My pleasure, my man,” he said, coughing slightly, “Us southerners have got to stick together.”

Sawyer blinked. The word south stuck in his head. He looked at Cecil as he was starting to walk away. The word that he just said, reminded him of the fact that the old man bore his name. He quickly shoved his last boot on and then ran toward him. “Hey, Cecil,” he called.

“Yo!’ He said, looking at him.

“You get up to Tennessee much in your youth?” he asked.

“I did. The seventies was a great time. Lotta loose women in Memphis.” He chuckled, “They needed a shoulder to cry on when The King died.”

“Loose women, huh?” Sawyer pretended to smiled, “Any of them ring a bell?”

“Why? You think I am your daddy?” he laughed.

“No, I know who my daddy is. But I wanted to know if you were in my neck of the woods.”

“Why?” the old man stared at the younger man.

“My cousin mentioned a man named Sawyer who was a good ol’boy. I was wondering if you slept with his mama.”

“Probably,” he laughed, “Hell, boy, I can’t remember.”

“But you were there in the seventies you said?”

“Yeah, but I am pretty sure the man you are looking for is not me.” He said, patting him on the shoulder and walking away.

Sawyer took a deep breath. One more clue about Cecil was revealed; he was there in the 70’s. Was he the man who ruined his life? He was growing more and more sure of it the more he talked with him but his memory was failing. He wasn’t sure if he would have remembered the Fords. He’ll ask him later; when he is certain it’s him.

In the meantime, Sawyer had to find Jin.

Part 136: Mistrust

McKay grunted as Taylor gently applied the peroxide to his face. The young blonde did as Tony instructed. The blind doctor stayed with them while she performed the tasks. “Should have broken his flipping neck.” The Australian hissed.

“Let it go, McKay,” Tony ordered, “Fighting won’t resolve anything.”

“But how do you not expect me to take it personally, Tony?” he replied, “They centered ME out. Someone stole my lighter and left it at the scene. Those few days we had spent building the trust of these people just went down the toilet.”

“And Sawyer didn’t help matters.” Taylor piped in, “We should have let McKay bash his head in.”

“I’m for that.” John agreed, “And eye for an eye.”

“Guys, let’s just jump to conclusions.” Tony held up his hands, “Sawyer is a scumbag and a lowlife redneck but he was just reacting. The difference between him and us is that we think.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that one day that loudmouth is gonna need someone to teach him a lesion in humility.” McKay grunted.

“And when that time comes, he’ll learn it but in the meantime, he is not our concern.”

“Our concern would be . .who took the lighter?” John asked.

“It would see that we’ll have to be detectives.” The blind doctor whispered.

“Tony,.” Mandy whispered, looking behind her, “We got company.”

Tony listened to the sound of approaching footsteps. John looked at the group approaching them. It consisted of Jack, Kate, Hurley and Sayid. The group stopped just shy of them. McKay and Taylor stood up, followed by Mandy. John then stood up and Tony slowly followed them, holding onto his cane. “Hello, Jack,” the blind doctor replied, “I hope you are not hear to drag McKay into some kind of kangaroo court?”

“No, Tony,” Jack sighed, “We came to tell him that we don’t believe he burned the raft.”

McKay shook his head in a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

“And an apology from Sawyer?” Taylor asked.

“That part, unfortunately . . .” Kate rubbed her cheek.

“I would think Hell would have to freeze over first, dude,” Hurley replied.

“Well, it’s good to know that you guys are on our side, “Tony told them, “But where do we proceed from here?”

“We need to find Jin,” the other doctor replied, “Micheal was immediately convinced it was his altercation with Jin that led to the burning of the raft. Plus, Sawyer might get involved. Now that he knows it wasn’t McKay.”

“We’ll help in anyway we can.” John told them.

Jack shook the hand of the archer, glad the trust is still there. The group then began to discuss what to do about the Korean man and how Micheal felt about him. In the distance, Eddie looked at his adult friends. He overheard them talking about finding the culprit who burned the raft. “You know he did it.” Mr. Kangaroo whispered.

Eddie shook his head in agreement with his toy.

“Confront him.” The stuffed toy whispered.

Eddie turned around and began to walk into the jungle to find the young black boy.


After a while, Eddie past by several survivors. They were all discussing the same thing, who burned the raft. The young boy wanted to talk with Walt. He wanted to understand why he did it. Eddie looked around, but couldn’t find him. Several female survivors came over to check one the little boy but he told them he was fine. Then Eddie heard barking.

The young boy walked deeper into the jungle. He looked into the clearing ahead of him, seeing Walt and his dog Vincent. The small black boy threw his stick into the air, and the dog ran after it. Eddie stood there, watching him. Then Walt finally noticed him. The two boys stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. Eddie coughed and then asked, “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” Walt said in ignorance.

“Burn that raft. Why did you do it?”

“Why do you care?” Walt grew angry.

“Because Uncle McKay is a good man and you got him in trouble when you took his lighter. Plus, you rammed my head into a tree. I already don’t like you.”

Walt slowly approached Eddie. The young boy quickly backed away from him. The black boy held up his hands, “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

“I don’t believe you.” Eddie hissed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you last night. You don’t understand what is going on.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But I want to cause you got one of my friends in trouble. Why did you burn the raft?” Eddie demanded.

Walt sighed. He continued to stare at the little boy who clearly hated his guts. The young black boy petted Vincent who stood by his side. “I don’t want to leave.” He whispered.

“Huh?” Eddie blinked.

“I don’t want to leave. I like it here.” Walt said, “I didn’t leave the lighter behind on purpose. I dropped it when you tackled me. Your friend getting into trouble is your fault, really.”

“Don’t let him shift the blame to you.” Mr. Kangaroo said.

“DON’T BLAME ME!” Eddie screamed, “You’re the one who burned the raft, all because you don’t want to leave?”

Eddie looked at him disgusted. Then it was the little white boy who advanced toward Walt. The black boy quickly backed off as Eddie got closer. “I lost both my parents in the crash,” Eddie hissed, tears forming around his eyes, “I ain’t got nothing left! I wanna leave this stupid island but I can’t cause I ain’t got no place to go! And I guess you never though that other people might want to leave. You can stay; we’ll go.”

“You don’t know me.” Walt retorted back.

“I know a spoiled brat when I see one.” Eddie hissed back.

The young boy then turned around and began walking back toward the jungle. Walt looked at him, then made a dash toward him. Vincent quickly followed, barking. The black boy then stood in front of the white boy. Eddie paused, holding his kangaroo toy tightly. “You gonna hurt me now?” Eddie asked, “You bully.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Walt exclaimed, “I just want to know if you are gonna tell anyone?”

“No,” Eddie said plainly.

“Why? You could get me in trouble instead of your friend.”

“Because it ain’t my lie. It’s yours.” Eddie grunted, “And after a while, you’ll have to tell your dad what you did.”

“No way,” the black boy gritted his teeth.

“You better. Lies don’t work around here.” Eddie started walking around.

Walt turned and looked at him, “What do you mean they don’t work here?”

Eddie looked back at him one last time. “All my friends in my group told secrets about each other to everybody else,” the boy said, “It all made them happy. If you keep this lie and you don’t tell your dad . . .you won’t ever be happy.”

Walt didn’t understand what he meant. Eddie turned around, holding his stuffed toy tightly and walking back toward the beach. He wanted to be with Tony and Marita; he was done being alone. The young black boy watched him disappear into the distance of jungle, already feeling guilty for what he did.

Part 135 : Day 31

The morning seeped through the top of the jungle canopy. Mandy moaned in Boone’s arms, as they were in a small secluded grove near the cave. They decided to spin the night together in private to stay together; alone among other things. Mandy massaged her neck and rolled over, placing her arm around her love. “That was incredible.” She groaned.

“Wasn’t that supposed to be my line?” he smirked.

“I am so glad you came up with this idea.”

“Yeah, it’s one of the most secluded places here.” He whispered to her, “I wanted to spend some time with you. I couldn’t wait.”

“I like you being forceful,” She said, kissing him on the lips.

The two lovers rested under their blanket staring at the sky. Mandy rested on Boone’s chest; feeling his hair beat. The young man returned the gesture by gently stroking her hair. It was a moment they want to stay in forever.

But such a thing couldn’t happen on an island with 40 people.

Boone turned his head see who was approaching. He groaned as he realized it was his step-sister. Shannon looked at them in disgust. “I can’t believe this.” She hissed.

Mandy stood up, starting to put on her clothes. Boone slowly rose up, looking at the blonde standing next to him. He offered no words; just a disgusted look of his own. Mandy stood up, putting on her shirt. Shannon crossed her arms, then looked down at Boone. “Did you use a condom?” she asked.

“I don’t think condoms survived the plane crash, Shannon.” He grunted back at her.

“Boone, you’ve only met her five days ago. Now you are already in the sack with this whore?”

“HEY!” Mandy retorted, “You don’t know me, you don’t have the right to judge me! You make this sound so cheap.”

“And there was nothing cheap about it.” Boone said, standing up and putting on his shorts.

“Why, Boone?” Shannon exclaimed, “I don’t understand, why her?”

“You know, Shannon . . “ Boone sighed, then brought Mandy close to him, putting his arm around her, “I could try to explain it to you but I have a feeling I would be wasting my breath.”

“You’ve changed.” She hissed.

“For the better.” He retorted.

Shannon scoffed and turned around, storming away. Boone sighed, then kissed Mandy on the temple. The young blonde was slightly upset over the fact of what Shannon called her but she didn’t want to make her mad either, not for Boone’s sake. “What should I do about her, Boone?” Mandy asked.

“Don’t worry about her,” he said, kissing her nose,” She is just getting back at me for what I said to Sayid.”

“I don’t want to cause a rift between you and your step-sister.”

“It’s okay. This rift has been forming for quite some time.”

Boone proceeded to put his shirt on, and his pants. Mandy felt a little dirty from the condensation they slept among. The young man suggested she go get a bath and be clean for him later. She giggled, pinching his butt. Boone laughed, then embraced him, as they shared one more kiss. Mandy then made her way back to the beach, while Boone went off to find Locke.


At the beach, the majority of the group was waking up. McKay slowly awoke, looking at his friends. John was asleep with Mia in his arms. Tony, Marita and Eddie were huddling together as always in the tent. Next to him, rested the lovely Taylor. The Australian leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She moaned playfully, then turned over. Then the man grunted, standing up.

He slowly began his descent toward the water. The ocean waves collided against the wet sand, making a white noise he had grown so accustomed to hearing. McKay slowly walked into the water, letting his pants get wet. He really didn’t care any more; hardly anybody did. He leaned over, and cupped some salt water, splashing it on his face. Gasping from the freshness, he felt able to face the day. Then he fell into the water a foot collided hard with his butt. The Australians gasped, as he quickly got up from the shadows. Before him stood the smug demeanor of Sawyer. “C’mon, Paul Hogan,” he said, “let’s see what you got.”


Mandy emerged from the woods. She yawned, feeling a small pain in her lower back. She felt a nice hour in the ocean water would do her good. She looked into the ocean to find what spot she wanted to take and then gasped, seeing McKay and Sawyer trading blows. The man she had come to love as an older brother punched Sawyer across the jaw. The southern man then swung around and back handed the Australian. Mandy then quickly ran toward Taylor, shaking her awake. “Taylor, wake up, quick!” she demanded.

“Mandy, what?” she woke up.

“McKay is fighting Sawyer!” She pointed.

Mandy’s yelling woke up everybody else. John leaned up and saw his Australian friend delivering body blows to the redneck. Tony heard what the young blonde was saying ; surprised but not unexpected. John slowly got up to proceed to help his friend but the blind doctor could easily hear his movement in the sand and what he was trying to do. “John, don’t interfere.” Tony ordered.

“But Tony . .Sawyer must have been the one who started it.” The archer pointed out.

“That may be true but this has been building up for some time. It’s best to let these two get it out of there system.”

John couldn’t fault the logic, but he decided to stick by his friend regardless. Taylor and Mandy quickly ran down to the fight, as did other survivors. John took Mia’s hand and they ran toward to the scuffle. Shortly Tony and Marita followed.

Sawyer split blood as McKay punched him twice across the face. The redneck grunted, feeling of his busted lip. He then swung his elbow, connecting it with McKay’s cheekbone. The Australian grunted from the blow, feeling his eye swell up already. Sawyer then flashed his hands, and then instead of hitting him, grabbed him by the shoulders and then slammed his foot into McKay’s crotch. The opponent gasped as the air in his lungs left him, and then collapsed onto the sand. “You dirty bastard!” John screamed at him.

“What’s wrong, Curley?” Sawyer laughed, with bloody teeth, “Them Australians didn’t teach there is no such thing as a fair fight?”

“No such thing as a fair fight?” He said, leaning up, “I’ll have to remember that.”

McKay then grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into Sawyer’s face. The redneck screamed as he was temporarily blinded. The Australian got up and ran toward him, tackling him. Sawyer yelped as they both went into the ocean. John watched intensely, giving the play by play to Tony. McKay then grabbed Sawyer by his long hair, and held it, punching him in the face. He then punched him again and again. “YEAH, MCKAY!!” Taylor leaped up and down like a cheerleader, “KICK HIS ASS!”

Sawyer then thrust up his hand, slamming it in McKay’s neck. The Australian coughed, as he couldn’t breath. The southern man then grabbed him in a headlock, trying to knock him out. McKay gasped for air, then saw the bandage around Sawyer’ upper arm. He quickly hit it, making the redneck scream in pain. Then he turned around and headbutted him. Sawyer blinked then returned the head butt. Both men stumbled around, dizzy. Then they both ran toward each other and managed to punch each other in the mouth, at the same time. Both men fell hard against the sandy beach. “Holy crap!” John blinked, never expecting that to happen.

“Who’s down?” Tony asked.

“They both are.” John said in disbelief.

“NOW …break it up.” The blind doctor ordered.

The archer ran down to the beach, follow by Martin and Seth. The three friends grabbed McKay and pulled him up. Before Sawyer could react, Jack and Sayid grabbed him, pulling him away from the scuffle. “What the hell did you guys do?” Jack demanded.

“What do you mean, Jack?” John grunted, “HE started it!”

“He burned the raft!” Sawyer screamed.

McKay opened his eyes, then coughed from the blood coming down his nose. “What did that bastard say?” he asked.

“Sawyer, what make you think he burned the raft?” Sayid demanded.

Sawyer shoved the two men aside. He took a moment to catch his breath, then spit out blood. He reached into his blue jean pocket, and pulled out an object. He held it up. McKay blinked, seeing the object was clearly his. “That’s my lighter!” he pointed out.

“Yeah, “ the southern man responded, tossing it to Jack,” I found it about six feet from the burning raft.”

“And you quickly deduced I left it there,” McKay thrust up his hands, “How bloody brilliant! Call NASA, we got a genius on our hands!”

“How about it, McKay?” Sayid asked.

“I lost it yesterday, Sayid. I don’t know how it got there but I didn’t burn the raft. Why would I want to?”

“To get revenge on me.” The redneck hissed, “And the comments I made about your precious Taylor. Can’t take your insults like a man and respond to my face.”

“You son of a bitch!” Taylor screamed, “McKay wouldn’t do anything that petty!”

“Well, maybe you don’t know him as well as you think, Barbie.” The redneck pointed.

“Mr. Sawyer.” Someone called.

Everybody looked to see Rose and Bernard walk up into the crowd. The old black woman looked at him, then to McKay, then to Jack. “This man didn’t burn the raft.” She whispered.

“How do you know, old woman?” Sawyer demanded.

“Cause he was with me and my husband when the raft caught fire. In fact, we had been talking long before the sun went down.”

“Oh, come on!” Sawyer said in disbelief, “She is covering for him cause he brought her husband back to her!”

“Are you calling me a liar, sir?” Rose hissed.

Everybody froze. McKay smirked at the silence. Jack sighed, raising an eyebrow. Rose was a highly religious woman; always in tuned with her faith. If anybody believed she was lying, it would be like Kate having the ability to read minds. Jack slowly walked over to McKay and handed him back the lighter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I don’t know what happen but I trust Rose at her word.”

“Thanks, Jack,” McKay said, taking his lighter back.

“Oh, this is bull crap!” Sawyer grunted, turning around and walking away.

The group finally got ready to disperse. McKay moved from the bruises already swelling in his chest. Taylor and Mandy held onto him guiding him back into the camp. John, Marita and Tony walked over to Sayid and Jack. The blind doctor sighed, rubbing his cheek. “Thanks for believing him, Jack.” He whispered.
“I believe Rose so I believe McKay,” he commented, “Plus, I know how Sawyer is. He reacts before he thinks.”

“True, “Sayid smiled.

“That may be the case but don’t you think we got an even bigger problem.” John said.

“What do you mean, John?” asked Jack.

“Someone stole McKay’s lighter and wanted to make it look like he did it,” the archer said, “Which means it was misdirection from themselves.”

“We got a rat in the nest.” Tony whispered.

Jack then started to worry about Jin and where Micheal was. The group started to go make sure the black man and at the moment, Sawyer didn’t assume that it was the Korean who stole the lighter. Eddie watched them walk away. The young boy held on his kangaroo toy over hearing the conversation. The little boy felt angry at what they said. They understood that someone stole McKay’s lighter to set the raft on fire.

Eddie had a good idea who it was.