Part 461: The Safe House

3:49 pm

Tony finally got off the turn pike and sped down the main access of the road without trying to draw any attention. Marita was dialing on the cell phone, trying to raise Yolanda but she couldn’t get her. Tristan was sitting in the back, finally getting his heart to slow down. He had been trained to fight, same as Eddie. However, he never expected himself to be put in a life or death situation for real. Now the trained warrior wondered what the next move would be.

Tony finally cut across the long access of the side street, then past sever suburban homes. At the end of the road, amid the palm trees and tall grass was a small two story building which was Hurley’s Beach House. Tony then stopped the vehicle and turned left into a parking structure. He quickly rolled down his window and pressed the button to receive the parking ticket. “Tony, why are we parking here?” Marita asked.

“We’re supposed to.” He said, quickly parking the vehicle, “We don’t know the state of what our friends will be at and that drive way won’t hold that many cars.”

The three people got out of the vehicle and swiftly jogged over to the beach house. Tony quickly got up the steps. He tried to open the door but it was locked. The one-eyed doctor then proceeded to start banging on the door. He looked up to the peerhole and then saw the light change. As he hoped, someone was already there. The door then opened and it was Sawyer, holding a shotgun. “Come on in, Cochise.” He told him.

Tony walked in with Marita and Tristan. McKay then stood up from the couch, as he was holding hands with his wife Taylor. Shannon was comforting Andra on the couch, as the lost young woman was worried about her brother and sister. The one-eyed doctor then held out his arms. “McKay, is this all that’s made it?” he asked him.

“So far,” the Australian concluded, “I’ve been trying to raise Alexander and I can’t get him. Mandy and Locke are on their way.”

“Anybody else you manage to call?” Marita asked.

“No, but only one person has called us,” he pointed toward the phone, “Barbara did as she was told. She got on a plane and is headed here right now. However, she wants us to call her the moment we know Eddie and Jilly is safe.”

“I don’t know about Jilly but the bad news is Eddie is not safe.” Tony said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.

“What the hell happened to Eddie?” McKay exclaimed.

“Dharma has him.” The one-eyed doctor turned around, “This is Tristan Kuma. He’s Eddie’s best friend from school. He came to the Trascal house looking for him and became unforuantely trapped by the people attacking us. I saved him and brought him here.”

“Hey,” the Asian teenager waved to them.

“Hey, yourself kid,” Sawyer said, holding the shotgun over his shoulder, “Welcome to our war.”

“Where is Sayid?” Tony asked Shannon.

“Downstairs,” the blonde pointed, “He’s loading up some guns, making sure they are okay.”

The door then started knocking again. Sawyer turned around and looked through the peer hole. “HOLY CRAP!!” he screamed.

The redneck then opened up the door quickly. The other survivors turned around and gasped at the sight before them. John stumbled in the living room, holding Mia who was bleeding all over him. “MIA!” Marita screamed.

“Tony . .help me. .” John said, fighting back his tears.

“WHERE’S THE INFIRMARY?” Tony screamed to his friends that were already in the beach house.

“It’s in the back, Cochise!” Sawyer pointed.

Tony and Marita ran toward the back, and quickly found the master bedroom that had been transformed into a small medical ward. The one-eyed doctor quickly turned on the lights and rushed to the sink; washing his hands. Marita the scrubbed her hands with cleanser and then started to assemble surgery tools like her husband had told her so many times. John placed Mia down on the gurney. She coughed a little bit, as he moved to the side. “How long has she been like that?” Tony asked.

“Just . . .over . .thirty minutes, I think,” the archer wept, “Please, Tony . . .don’t let her die . . .”

“I’m not, John,” he replied, putting on latex gloves, “Marita, look on that chart and find out what Mia’s blood type is.”

The Latina then maneuvered over the rolling tray of surgical tools, then rushed over to the big refridgerator. There was a clip board hanging onto it. Marita then looked over the list of every single survivor and found Mia’s name next to B +. Then she opened the fridge and fished out two large IV packs of blood. She then placed them on IV stands and rushed them over. Tony immediately started to die on a tourniquet to get the IV drip into it. “Her pulse is low.” The doctor said, checking her vitals, “ I’m amazed she is still alive after bleeding like this for thirty minutes.”

“She’s got a lot to live for.” John said, wiping his tears.

“Mia’s always been the strong one, John.” Marita said, putting a surgical mask on her husband.

“It’s not just that.” The archer took a deep breath, “They . . .they got our daughter.”

“Shelley?” the Latina gasped.

“Why . . .why would Dharma want our children?”

“I don’t know, John. Maybe the same reason Ethan wanted Aaron before he was even born. We don’t know their purpose yet but we will.” Tony grunted as he started to sew up Mia, “But right now, I need to focus on getting Mia taken care of. Please step out into the other rooms, John.”

“I’m not leaving my wife, Tony.” The archer immediately retorted.

“John . . .” Mia whispered.

The gym teacher quickly leaned down. “Mia?” he said, holding her head.

“Do what . . . .Tony says . . . .I’ll be okay . . .” the Lakota struggled to talk.

The archer closed his eyes and kissed her. Mia managed to reply with a kiss of her own but it was a struggle. John then stood up and wiped his tears, smiling at Marita and Tony. ”Like you said,” he winced a bit, “She’s . . . .the strong one.”

The archer then walked out into the hallway where his Australian friend was waiting for him. McKay put his arm around his good friend and led him into the living room. At the moment, there was nothing more to do but wait.


Sayid checked the breech of the Uzi 9MM. He checked and made sure it was cleaned. He then started to load up ever pistol he could find. “Sayid?” Shannon called.

“Down here, Shannon.” He called to his fiancé.

The tall blonde made her way down the stairs to the basement. She held onto her arms as she looked over the long table. The Iraqi loaded up a weapon and then placed it down. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Kinda.” She whispered.

“Has anybody else arrived?”

“Mia and John came . . .Mia was shot . . .”

“How bad?” Sayid inquired.

“She was still alive and Tony is fixing her up . . . .Hurley and Joscelyn are here, same with Ana-Lucia . . . that’s about it.”

“More will come.” Her fiancé smiled, “You’ll see.”

“Sayid . . .they . . . McKay can’t get hold of Alexander . . . .He . . .he and Flower were babysitting Bridgett . . .”

The Middle Easterner knew where this was leading. He calmly placed down the gun he was loading and walked over to her. She fell into his embrace, weeping up a storm. Sayid gently stroked her soft hair as she continued to cry into his shoulder. “They are fine.” He whispered to her, “I have my faith that we will see this through.”

“I can’t lose her again, Sayid,” the tall blonde cried, “I can’t.”

“You won’t. She will be fine. She has Boone and Mandy’s strength.”

The blonde then maneuver back and then kissed Sayid. The Iraqi held her close as her gentle kissed filled his soul with joy. As they parted, Shannon wiped her tears and smiled. Sayid smiled at her too. “Not that I mind but what was that for?” the soldier inquired to the kiss.

“For always . . .understanding.” she smiled, rubbing his neck.



“I’LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!!!” Seth screamed.

The group did their best to calm down the lead singer, as he wanted to throw things around to vent his anger. The Liberation had returned to plague their lives, not to mention shot at his wife and stole his son. McKay grunted as he held onto the younger man. “Seth, no one is arguing about what they did to us but we need to get with this on a cool head.” The Australian grunted.

“We need to head over there now!” the singer pulled his arm away, “The longer we wait, the more likely it is they’ll leave the country with our kids.”

“You don’t know that.” John said, leaning up from the couch.

“Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t know, John. You got no idea-“

The archer then stood up and looked at him. “I got no idea about what?” he inquired, “How it feels? Be lucky, Seth that Tanya wasn’t shot. Mia was and my daughter was taken as well, so besides a few bullets, YOU AND ME ARE IN THE SAME BOAT!”

The lead singer finally calm downed. Hearing John’s dilemma, made him feel horrible. He wasn’t the only one who was upset and some had a reason to be more upset than others. Seth rubbed his forehead and sighed. “I’m sorry, John,” he said, rubbing the tears out of his eyes, “All of this . . .has left me shaken . . .”

John walked over and placed his hand on his shoulder. “I know, man,” he sighed, “ But let’s keep our heads on this one. And make sure our children come back to us in one piece.”

“Agreed.” He said, patting his arm.

Mandy sat on the couch with Taylor and Shannon by her side. The three friends held onto each other. The young woman was trying not to cry. She knew that Bridgett was taken, she knew. The fact that Shelley, Brendon and Aaron were gone almost surely meant that her daughter was taken too. Now she simply prayed for her safe return, not to mention Alexander and Flower’s safety. The door started banging again, so Ana-Lucia joined Sawyer in guarding the door. They quickly opened it, to allow Kellye into the building. The cop quickly took off her jacket, and then moment she saw her superior officer; she too her by the arm. “Jenny is not at her house.” She coughed, “I couldn’t find Raven either. Just the hint of smoke and her poor dog yapping his head off.”

“I know. We can’t get Jack nor Kate on the phone either.” The Latina then patted her friend on the shoulder, “Is your mom and little brother okay?”

“Yeah. He took mom in her Sedan and hauled ass toward the mountains like the plan.”

“Yeah, my sister and Dereck took the kids to the same designated area.” Joscelyn piped in.

“Oh, man,” Sawyer stared out the window, “Has Tony got Mia taken care of yet?”

“Yeah, he finally moved her into one of the other bedrooms.” John told him.

“Then he’s got one more coming in.” the redneck quickly opened the door.

McKay peered out and he saw Alexander walking up the steps, holding onto Flower. He was covered in blood and her skin was a pale white. The moment he got into the door, the older Australian rushed over and checked her pulse. There wasn’t one. Andra screamed at the sight of her fallen sister. Mandy stared at Alexander who was soaked in sweat. McKay then gently held out his arms. “Give her to me, boy,” he whispered, “I’ll take care of her.”

Alexander stared at the man he loved and respected the most in his life. He slowly handed the body of his sister over to her. McKay then proceeded toward the back to one of the other rooms with Andra and Shanna in tow. The young blonde man then stood there and proceeded to look to Mandy, who held her hand over her chest. He then took small steps in that direction toward her. He stopped in front of her as she stared at him, with tears flowing down her cheeks. “Forgive me.” He whispered, “I couldn’t get to her fast enough.”

She then placed her hands on his cheeks. “This is not your fault, Alexander.” She whispered, “We’ll get Bridgett back. And we will get on with our lives.”

“Yes, we will get her back.” He whispered, feeling a deep sense of relief that she didn’t blame him.

“Alexander . . how did you get here?” Taylor inquired, knowing he couldn’t drive.

“I ran.” He said plainly.

Mandy was amazed that he ran that whole way, and it explained why his clothes were more soaked in sweat that in blood. She then took him by the hand and began to lead him to the back rooms for a change of clothes. Locke watched as they walked away, as he leaned up against the wall. The majority of their friends were still missing. One by one they were slowly arriving but it was certain people he was worried about the most. Like for instance, where was Raven? How could these people have taken out Raven? It was the question mostly on Ecko’s mind. The Nigerian was concerned about the welfare of his friend who spend 7 years with him on the Island. Natasha did her best to comfort her friend but it was only barely working.

Sawyer kept the door open, watching for his friends, police and any Liberation that might have followed them. He hoped only the survivors would make it but he could never be sure. John sat next to Seth, Charlie and Claire as the blonde Australian silently wept for the loss of her son. The archer wondered what their next play would be. Every fiber of his being wanted to run out the door, drive to Dharma and kill every one of them. How dare they. How dare they shoot his wife and kidnap his daughter? His thoughts were interrupted by another group of people arriving at the beach house. “Hey, guys,” Hal said, as he helped a bleeding Chance walk, “Please tell me Jack or Tony or both of them are here?”

“Yeah, Tony is in the infirmary,” Sawyer pointed.

Chance grunted as he hoped along, using Hal as a crutch. The moment Libby walked in, Karleigh and Kellye rushed over to embrace her. She held onto them, feeling safer being near her friends. The others comforted Arizona, telling her that her husband was in good hands. Sawyer wondered how much more were going to be able to make it. Shanna was safe and sound but where was Kate. He knew that she loved Jack more than him. The redneck had accepted it but it still didn’t mean he didn’t have feelings for her.

“Sawyer?” Kate said behind him.

“FRECKLES?” he gasped, swiftly turning around.

Kate offered up a weak smile as she stood in the doorway, wearing her jeans and a hospital gown. “What did I miss?” she sniffed.