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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Part 404: Not Alone

April 14th, 2009

McKay grunted as he jabbed the spike into the mountain. He pulled his cord closer to himself. He looked down at John who was just laughing as he continued to follow him. They had chosen a weekend to spend together, simply because it had been too long since they all three hung out together. They decided to head to the upstate park and climb the mountain. Tony couldn’t follow because he was still blind. However, he agreed to follow the two men and spend the weekend just to have some time to sit and chat. The bad part was Tony was at the camp listening to his friends by way of a long range parabolic microphone. “You should go with the guys, Marita said,” Tony crumbled, “You’ll have a great weekend with just the boys, she said. You’ll be able to relax, she said.”

The blind man gently placed down the parabolic microphone and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You call this relaxing?” he whispered, “I’m a nervous wreck. . . . .damn, if I am not careful, I’ll end up talking to myself.”


“McKay, you can’t wait too long, you know that!” John said, pouring chalk on his hands.

“John, is it POSSIBLE . . .that we can have this conversation on the ground?” McKay replied, looking upward to him.

The archer laughed as started to grab a nearby ledge and climb upward. “What’s wrong, Aussie?” he joked, “Am I breaking your concentration?”

McKay grunted as his archer friend, truly was breaking his concentration. He was happy with his marriage with Taylor. But lately due to his impending age of approaching 40 years old, John was suggesting that he not wait too much longer to have children. However, Mandy and Alexander were a part of their live and as they raised little Bridget, so did McKay and Taylor. It was like she had four parents. McKay was happy with that. And it offered him a change to play dad and yet, give him a certain amount of freedom. He often wondered if he wanted to have children of his own. “You with me, Outback boy?” John said, getting his attention.

“I thought Sawyer was the one who flooded us with nicknames.” McKay said, climbing after him.

“I was just trying to get your attention. So . .are you and Taylor ever going to have children, yes or no?”

“I don’t know. MAYBE! We’ve never really given it a full discussion.”

“Why is that?” John screamed back.

“I guess because we are having too much fun!” McKay laughed.

“Just what does that mean?” John yelled back.

“Take it for what it’s worth, Mr. Gym Teacher!” McKay laughed back.

“Hey! I like my job!” the archer started to climb, “I can still have fun!”

“Like what? Playing Chess with Locke every Thursday?”

“Are you suggesting that I don’t know how to have fun anymore?”

“No, I am not suggesting,” McKay laughed, “I AM FLAT OUT TELLING YOU, YOU HAVE NO GAME!”

“I’ll show you, McKay!” John said, climbing back up, “I’ll be tempted to cut this rope loose and beat you to the top-“

John never got the chance to finish his sentence. He had reached up to a nearby ledge but much to his surprise, there was a rattlesnake up there. It lashed out, trying to bit his wrist. His quick reflexes manage to get his hand back but the moment he grabbed for his line, it wasn’t there. He grunted and then screamed as he plummeted down. McKay looked up and saw his friend falling past him, screaming bloody murder. The Australian only had a few seconds. He quickly started to unbuckle his backpack. Then the inevitable tug on his rope then pulled him off the mountain.

As McKay plummeted with his friend, the backpack gave way; along with the rest of the rope. The cord flapped into the wind like 60mph unwraveling of an extension cord. John screamed at the top of his lungs. Then he saw the ground coming up. Within four seconds, the cord then held him in place; snapping his plastic back brace. John grunted as he grabbed the cord back. He heard McKay scream again high above him. He looked up to see the Australian grunting as he regained his leverage. John closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was glad his friend shot the cord away to allow it to give enough slack to keep them from having broken backs or necks. Plus, the back brace worked like a charm. “IF YOU WANTED TO GET DOWN QUICKLY!” McKay screamed, “THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME!!!!”

John smirked and chuckled slightly. If his friend was making jokes, then that meant he was okay. The archer then looked over to see his friend Tony run toward them. Even though John just had a near death experience, he never felt more happy in his life. As long as he was with his friends, he knew he’d be okay.



John grunted as he leaned up from his sleeping bag, resting the cold chemical pack on his lower spine. Despite the fact that the fall didn’t kill him or McKay; there was the obvious soreness that would follow. McKay didn’t seem to mind, more than likely because he weathered worse. Tony was getting their bowls ready for the Australian’s supper for the evening. “How’s your back, John?” Tony said, handing the bowls to his friend.

“Little sore but I’ll make it,” the archer leaned up, “I guess I ain’t going up on the mountain anytime soon.”

“I think you can file that under UNNECESSARY.” The blind doctor sat down, with his bowl.

“What we got, McKay? It smells great.” John held out his bowl.

“Beans and Hotdogs, an old family recipe. I’ll be Mia won’t give you home cooking like this.” McKay laughed.

“I got bad news for ya, bud.” Tony said, eating the food, “The Australians didn’t invent Beans and Hotdogs together.”

“Yeah? Well what do you think of that batch?”

“Actually, it’s pretty damn good,” John muttered, “ I don’t recognize that flavor though.”

“I do.” Tony chuckled.

Oh, I see, said the blind man,” the archer laughed, “Okay, McKay, spill it. What is the secret ingredient?”

McKay reached over toward his backpack and then pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He held it off, smiling. It took John eight seconds to understand what he was talking about. “Booze?” John laughed, “Your special ingredient . . . is booze?”

“Whiskey, John,” McKay corrected him, “Sydney Whiskey, care for a little swig?”

“I do.” Tony reached out his hand.

McKay placed the bottle in the doctor’s hand. Tony unscrewed the cap, took a whiff and then a swig. He coughed and handed it back to the Australian. McKay then screwed the cap back on and tossed it to John. The archer placed his beans down and took a drink. “Whew!” He laughed, “Beans and Bourbon. I think I might not sleep a wink tonight.”

“Just don’t sleep downwind from me okay?” McKay joked.

“Well, you two could definitely drive a man to drink.” The blind man whispered.

McKay and John both looked over toward their friend; slightly shock by his abrupt comment. The archer rubbed his face and shrugged his shoulders. “Tony, COME ON!” he pleaded, “For the last time, I told you it was a rattlesnake!”

“That’s not the damn point, John,” Tony leaned up, “You and McKay should have never been on the mountain in the first place.”

“Tony, you can’t live your life playing it safe.” The Australian pointed out.

“That’s not what I am talking about either, McKay. I am talking about us, out there on the ragged edge. Have we not risk our lives enough? It was different on the Island but here we have families. You especially, John, because you got little Shelley. Maybe it didn’t cross that macho mind of yours, but you should have been killed when you fell off that mountain today.”

John smirked. “It did cross my mind.” He admitted.

“Thank you,” the doctor sighed.

“And even as I fell, I knew I wasn’t going to die.” The archer retorted.

Tony leaned up with a curious look. Even though he had a patch on one eye and blind man glasses over both; he still looked bemused. “Excuse me?” he asked.

“I’m glad you have such faith in my skills, John,” McKay said, sipping his whiskey.

“Oh, it was only half that, man,” the archer admitted.

McKay looked at his friend with a strange curiosity. John looked over to Tony and as he knew even though he couldn’t see his friend, he could tell he was waiting for an explanation to his profound statement. The archer calmly took another spoonful of his beans and looked to the sky. “My dad died of a heart-attack,” he whispered toward the heavens, “I had gone to college. Mom had gone to work. He was in the shower, taking a bath when it happen. My poor mom had to come home and find him in the shower. His body had gone ice cold because the water was still running on him.”

John took another spoonful of beans and looked toward his friends. “When I was fifteen, I lost my sister to a stupid game of hide and seek. She . . .hid inside a refrigerator and suffocated. Damn near killed my mother when she learned.”

Tony listened carefully. McKay had stopped eating to make sure he hear John’s stories. “My Uncle Ronald died after taking a car off a bridge after he had been drinking.” The archer said, finishing his bowl of beans, “ He had been missing for four days. The cops found him later because he was simply on a road that hardly anybody ventured down and those who did, didn’t take notice to the wrecked car on the side of the road. It was common place. Coroner had said, that the wreck had crushed both my Uncle’s legs. Said it took him five hours to bleed to death.”

John put down his bowl and held out his hand for McKay to give him the whiskey. John took another drink from the bottom and stared at the ground. Tony could hear that he was no longer talking. “I’m sorry this all happened, John,” the blind man whispered, “But . . .what does all that have to do with your incident on the mountain?”

“Just telling you I already know my fate, Tony,” the archer replied.

“I . . . .I still don’t understand.”

John smiled as he took another drink. “I’ve always known . . . . . I’ll die alone.” He whispered.

McKay realized what he meant, as did his blind friend. The majority of the important people in his family had died in ways where they were alone. John naturally assumed that would be his fate too. Then a past instance reflected in Tony’s brain and it all finally made sense after all this time. “The cave.” The blind man whispered.

“What was that?” McKay asked.

“The cave where Cedric buried John alive,” Tony pointed out, “That was why John freaked so bad. He thought he was going to die. He thought . . .he was alone.”

“Luckily, I wasn’t, Tony,” the archer chuckled.

The three friends shared a somber moment. Tony took a deep breath and felt for his sleeping bag. “McKay, make a mental note, “ he said, leaning back, “When we get back home, Mia isn’t allowed to let John out of her sight.”

“Amen,” McKay chuckled.

John laughed a bit as his friend’s recommendation. Almost suggesting that as long as John wasn’t alone, he’d live forever. If that was his fate, John wouldn’t mind. The three friends eventually got ready for bed. Tomorrow, they’d head back to their real lives with their own small families. However, John knew they were all a big family in their own way. He figured that was why McKay and Tony hadn’t had any children because they felt like the parents to the people who did have children. However it didn’t matter.

In the end, he knew none of them would ever be alone.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Part 403: A Sort of Homecoming

Jenny had become famous once and she had become famous again.

The captain grilled her about what happened on that roof and Jenny told him the truth. The Ortega had challenged him to a fight and in a fit of rage, she broke his arm. While he was reeling from the pain, she broke his back. The captain was weary to believe the story that Jenny was the one who killed Ortega, considering he was twice her size. However, when the Mayor had arrived, he had no choice but to believe it.

The Mayor was immensely proud of Jenny, giving her an award for valor and getting their picture taken for the morning paper. Not only had Jenny stopped Ortega, she had brought the mad vigilante Jack of All Shades to justice as well. Ford was upset that she solved his case but she didn’t care. Nor did she care that Jack wasn’t really the killer everybody thought he was. She knew he was taking out the Dharma scientists because he wanted justice for the experimentation they did on him and the other Jaeger Units.

Jenny rested in her hospital roof; parts of her covered in bandages and parts of her stitched up. She didn’t cry as much but she cried a little; remembering her mother. She will always love her and will always miss her. But she supposed that may have been what life was all about. The circle of life; her mother was taken from her and to fill that void, in stepped Raven. Jenny wiped her tears, glad that fate was taking care of her.

The door opened and in stepped Jack. The doctor walked over toward his adoptive little sister and embraced her. She laughed and grunted from the pain. Jack backed off and then sat down on the bed with her. “You all right, Mei-mei?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” she smiled, “I would have thought it wouldn’t have been hard to take out Ortega, considering what I did with Texas. But then again, I was sixteen at the time.”

“Kinda sucks growing old, huh?” the doctor laughed.

“Yeah, it does.” She laughed.

Jack laughed too and then got serious for a second. “Your mother would be proud of you.” He told her.

“Thanks, Jack,” she said, taking his hand, “How is Sarah doing?”

“She’s out in the hallway. She’s finally calming down. I think she understand why you did what you did but she was afraid she’d lose you too.”

Jenny smiled from ear to ear. “She’ll never lose me,” she grinned, “I’m invincible.”

Jack laughed again and then leaned over; kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll check back with you later, mei-mei. You get your rest now.”

Jenny then took him by the wrist; stopping him from leaving. “Jack, wait a second,” she whispered.

“Sure, what . . .what’s up?” Jack was paused by her look.

Jenny didn’t have the look on her face that told the world of what she just went through. She had the look on her face like that of a child; specifically one on Christmas morning. The young police officer smiled brightly and kept from giggling. “Jack,” she slowly whispered, “I need a BIG favor.”



The beginning of the morning, Jenny finally managed to drive home. They were worried that she wouldn’t make it because of the medication she was on. However, Jack got her a tall coffee from Starbucks to help. She only barely sipped it because she had her other arm in a cast. She turned down her road and easily found her house. She pulled up her truck and got out. Jenny paused to take her coffee, and the breakfast she picked up for herself and Raven.

Jenny walked up to the front door and tried to open it. It was still locked. Jenny was confused for a second. If Raven was inside the house, why would he lock the door? She began to fumble through her keys to unlock it and then a quick swoosh from above made her jump from the sound of Raven landing near her. The abrupt arrival made her drop her coffee but in one fluid swift motion, Raven caught the hot liquid. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He smiled under his bandages.

“Raven!” she laughed, “What . .what are you doing on the roof?”

“Waiting for you,” he shrugged as if it was obvious.

“Wait a minute . . .you broke into my house to find out where I was and now you were waiting for me to come in now? Why . .why wait?”

“I don’t know. I guess it just felt . . .impolite.”

Jenny laughed and playfully handed him the breakfast. “I must admit, I think I like your fifties style manners.” She said, opening the door.

“Hey, they did me just fine, young whipper-snapper,” he laughed.

Raven didn’t get a chance to look at her house last night. He was amazed that such a simple girl would have a big home. The photos on the walls were of that of friends and family. Jenny took her nunchucks and placed them on the hook on the wall near the photos. Raven blushed slightly at her homage to him. “How did you get such a lovely home, Jenny?” he asked.

“It was a Christmas present from Hurley. He’s rich, you know?”

“Yes, I believe I think someone did mention that, “ Before Raven could say anything, he heard a barking at his feet, “ Jesus!”

“Hey, Squishie, there you are!” Jenny laughed at her dog finally coming out of hiding.

“What . . .what the hell is wrong with your dog?” Raven said, picking him up.

“Nothing is wrong with him. He’s a Japanese Pug.” She said, retrieving the breakfast.

“You mean . . .THEY COME LIKE THIS ON PURPOSE?” the Jaeger Unit stared at the small animal, “Looks like a bulldog that someone left in the stove too long.”

Jenny picked up some orange juice from the fridge and walked back to the table. She calmly started to unwrap her sausage biscuit. It made her heart soar seeing her dog was being overly happy to see Raven, whereas before he was scared of the Jack of All Shades. Raven calmly took off his overcoat and sat down at the other end of the table. Jenny slid the glass of orange juice over to him and his biscuit. “What am I eating here?” he asked her.

“Sausage biscuit from McDonalds. My favorite for simple breakfasts,” Jenny said, with a mouth full of food.

“Personally I like the chicken nuggets.” Raven said, removing his bandages enough to eat his food.

Jenny raised an eyebrow. “Wait, Raven . . .how do you know about chicken nuggets?” she asked.

Raven shrugged his shoulders. “Because . . .I’ve had them.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“Raven, how long have you been here?”

“Just shy of three months,” he admitted.

“Where have you been?” she gasped, “Better yet . . .how did you get here?”

“I swam,” he smirked under his bandaged mask, “Took me a whole year. Desmond and Isabella, not to mention the other security systems prompt me into it. I started swimming in the general direction but I was way off course. I wound up in Washington.”

“DC?” Jenny raised an eyebrow.

“The state, Jenny.” Raven chuckled.

“OH. My bad.” She giggled, sipping her juice, “Unbelievable. Swimming all the way here. Only you could have pulled that off.”

“It wasn’t easy but . . .I made it. I mostly walked here; simply because no one would give a bandaged face man a ride.”

“Yeah, I can believe that,” Jenny then paused, “Raven . .I have to ask . .how did you find my house anyway?”

Raven bit into his biscuit and chewed it. He coughed and rubbed his chin. Jenny wondered what he was thinking and why he didn’t answer her. The Jaeger Unit then calmly reached behind to his overcoat and pulled out a folded piece of newspaper. He calmly unwrapped it, placed it on the table and slid it over to her. Jenny picked it up and realized how Raven was able to find her.

It was her mother’s obituary.

“I’m so sorry, Jenny.” He said, with complete sympathy.

“It’s okay,” she sniffed, “I just wish . . .you’d have been here to meet her.”

“If I was here, I would have protected her.”

“I know that.” She said, sipping her juice and then rubbing her forehead.

“Are . .are you all right?”

“I just . . I’m just so tired. I need some sleep.”

“Well, why don’t you go get some sleep then? I promise I will be here when you wake up.”

Jenny smiled at him. She knew he would keep that promise. She wished her mother didn’t die but Jenny felt a strange sensation that everything was going to be okay.


Later after breakfast, Jenny practically past out. She slept in Raven’s arms as they both sat on the couch. Amusingly enough, Squishface slept on his other lap. Raven was glad that he was welcomed into Jenny’s life. She and the warrior formed a bond on the Island that not many people would have made. It was the right decision to come her; he felt that. He was sad that she lost her mother to an insane Jaeger Unit but he knew now, that he would do anything to protect her. He was wondering what the future will hold but at the moment, he felt to go ahead and let that slide.

He was too busy watching the History Channel.

Raven had watched at least one show about Vietnam and another show about the fall of the Berlin wall. He was amazed about how much history he missed and what he needed to catch up on. Fifty years didn’t seem like long for a Jaeger Unit but he was more than a man now and he was eager to find out what he missed. He gently stroked Jenny’s hair and Squishface’s fur while he watched a segment about Water Gate. Then the doorbell rang. Raven’s eyes flashed blue; he thought maybe that Jenny’s sister was coming to check on her. Jenny slowly woke up as the door bell continued to ring. She smiled as she rubbed her eyes and got up to move toward the door. “You expecting someone?” Raven asked.

“Actually, I am.” She giggled.

Jenny opened the door and in stepped her adoptive brother. “JACK!” Raven exclaimed with joy.

“Oh, my God,” Jack whispered, recognizing the voice of the Jaeger Unit that helped him on the Island, “I didn’t believe . . .until I’ve seen you now.”

“I told you I wasn’t high on morphine.” Jenny shoved him.

Jack placed down the printer paper box and gave Raven a brief hug. “Really great to see you, man,” the doctor laughed, patting him on the arm.

“It’s great to see you too. Do you know how Eko is doing?”

“He’s got a little piece of land upstate. He’s really happy. We see him every Christmas.”

“That is one reunion, I am looking forward too.” Jenny then tapped the doctor on the arm, “Did you get the stuff I asked for?”

“Right here.” Jack said, picking up the box and walking into the living room.

Jenny took Raven by the hand and led him into the living room. The stranger was curious what was transpiring. Jack opened up the box and then reached inside. He then calmly pulled out an expressionless white face mask. It looked like something that the Phantom of the Opera might have worn, had he had a full mask. He calmly gave it to Raven. “What is this?” he asked.

“It’s a medical licensed facial covering for burn victims.” Jack said, pulling out some papers, “ And there is the documentation you can carry around with you, to inform police or anybody else that you are a burn victim. Authorized by a certifiable doctor; ME.”

“So . . .I can . . .still go places?” Raven said, a little excited.

“I know you felt trapped on that Island and you probably feel trapped here because of what you are, Raven,” Jenny rubbed his arm, “But I wanted to give you every opportunity to experience what life has to offer.”

“Now you can wear a mask in public and nobody will be able to say anything about it.”

Raven stared at the mask that offered him a new found freedom. He was expecting to remain in her house and watch the History channel for the next few years. Now, if Jenny wanted to go see a movie, he could go with her without drawing much attention. The young police officer then hugged him.

“Welcome to the New World, Raven,” she smiled.