AUTHOR: suspencer... but I don't own them. I just like to TORTURE them
PAIRING: None. Sayid/Hurley centric (NOTSLASH!)
RATING: PG-13ish... for mild violance
SUMMARY: This is how I would done Solidarity (Cause I'm twisted)
WARNINGS: I'm a Hurley ho that LOOOVES Sayid D (Fair warning yalls)
Leave it to Hurley to discover a golf club set and take it upon himself to decide that everyone was getting a little to tense for his liking, and that they all needed to go chill, or as Hurley so eloquently put it. "Dude, we, like need to depressurize this situation before we kill each other. Because we're all stressed and junk... so... Golf anyone?"
Fun was had by all, well, all which participated. Sawyer was being his surly self, he didn't want to come out and play. Kate was keeping him company and Sayid... Sayid was on what Locke and Claire had called a "walk about"-- But Hurley was still worried about him. Sayid's walkabout shouldn't have taken three months. A few weeks, he could understand. They could all understand a few weeks. But as the months stretched on and on he became more and more convinced that something was definately wrong.
And while it could be argued that they didn't really know a great deal about Sayid, it could also be argued that they didn't really know anyone else on the island either-- but Sayid just didn't seem like the type of dude to just up and leave for an significant period of time without setting up a way for them to know that he was okay. And yet they had seen nothing, not so much as a smoke signal to reassure everyone that he was okay.
He knew Kate was worried, too. He could tell. Claire and Charlie worried as well-- well, Claire worried, because Claire loves everyone-- even Shannon. But Claire was worried about Sayid's disappearance, and if Claire worried, then Charlie worried too.
Jack tried to reassure them that Sayid was fine, that he was a trained solder, and that he could survive on his on. But late at night, when everyone started going to bed, Hurley knew that Jack always stayed up late, because of his pesky insomnia-- even before they moved to the caves-- sit at the fire whie gazing out into the night sky.
But now, now it was different, he stood at the mouth of the cave and looked into the heart of the jungle instead of the bright night sky as he anxiously whispered, 'C'mon, man. Come home, Sayid, send a smoke signal, burn half the Goddamned jungle down, just give us a sign man, any sign that you're okay.'as he stared into the heart of the jungle, as if willing a sign, a fire, something, anything to happen to reassure them. But nothing ever changed. Every morning Jack would go and talk to Kate, and ask if she had received word or a sign from him, but the answer was all the same.
He wasn't sure about Sawyer. He wasn't even sure if Sawyer had noticed that Sayid was gone, let alone how LONG he had been gone.
"FOOOOORE!" Charlie playfully bellowed as he readied his aim and took a swing, bringing Hurley out of his revelry.
"GO CHARLIE!" Claire cheered and clapped from her shady spot under a tree.
Charlie bowed gallantly. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week."
"MY TURN! MY TURN!" Exclaimed Hurley, excitedly. He walked up to the ball, put the putter under his arm, cupped his hands over his mouth and roared. "FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!"
Charlie turned to the other survivors. "In OTHER words: DUUUUUUUUCK!"
"Ha. Ha. Very. Funny." He shot back as he took aim and swung hard.
Charlie playfully ducked behind a tree as the golf ball soared over the treetops.
"CRICKEY MATE!" Claire exclaimed, shading her eyes, following the balls flight.
"BLOODY HELL, Ol' man. That poor ball never stood a bloomin' chance." Charlie howled with laughter.
"Awww…" he scowled. "Jeez Louise, Now I'm gonna have to go chase after it!"
"Don't worry about it, Hurley. We have golf balls to spare." Jack assured him.
"Nah, dude, like, it's my fault. Beside, remember what they used to say in school, 'He who hits it; gets it.'" He shrugged, handing Charlie his putter and walking towards the hills.
"BE CAREFUL HURLEY" Claire called out after him, feeling very juvenile for doing so.
"Yeah, man, we haven't explored that far yet, okay?" Boone called out after her.
He was touched by their concern, but tried to act all macho and brush it off.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever dudes. Listen, if I'm not back in an hour and a half, send out a search party, and-- SEND FOOD!" He joked, but as he turned to continue on his way he didn't see Charlie, Jack, Boone and Sun looking at their respective watches to keep track of when an the time.
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By the time he reached the vicinity of where he was pretty sure the ball had landed, Hurley was huffing and puffing, his face red from the exertion as he bent down, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Note to self:" he huffed. "Have Locke make a walking staff... SOON!" He grumbled as he began his search through the brush and shrubbery.
"God, I hope I haven't been gone as long as it FEELS like I've been gone." He grimaced as he glanced at his watch. "Stupid ball." He snorted, walking around a big boulder, "doesn't want to be found, because it doesn't want me to hit it again... so it's just going to stay lo-- uh oh." He voice faltered as his foot stepped onto a sinking piece of land. His face fell. "Don't panic, just stay calm. Slo-o-wly pull your foo--" his voice trailed off as the earth gave way, causing him to plummet through the hole.
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Sayid was in pain. Correction. If you felt pain, then at least you were still were capable of feeling, Sayid was far beyond that point. It had gotten to the point that he was used to the pain, like a constant ache of pain, a constant buzz of agony had settled over him. It was the way he had for the last three months, and it didn't seem to be subsiding anytime soon. He yearned for numbness, just as he longed for the finality of oblivion, not to experience the excruciating pain she inflicted upon him, causing each and every cell and neuron in his body to buzz and hum and cause him endless sleepless nights.
He knew he was in a bad way the day that he had realized that he was in shock-- because most people in shock don't know it. But not Sayid. It was one of the few things he could discern outside of the pain.
Whenever he screamed for mercy, or pleaded quietly, tearfully for death he spoke in his native tongue. Even though he knew that there wasn't an ice cubes chance in hell that she knew what he was saying. Because that's what you do when you go into shock, you revert to what is instinctual. And for him, speaking his native tongue was instinct.
Not that he understood her either. French wasn't his first, second, or third language. And he had long ago give up on beseeching her for to attempt to speak in English, as that only made her angrier... not that he thought that that was possible-- boy had HE been wrong!!
It was disturbing to him, how he could have an almost out of body experience. He could feel the blows to his body, he could feel the electric shocks throughout every cell in his body, he could almost see his body reacting to it, be he did not feel the pain. Because to feel would be to scream and he would not scream. She wanted that. And he would not give her the satisfaction of hearing him scream one more time.
Instead, he waited until she was gone, usually in a huff, locking the door to the cage like room she kept him in, and then and only then would he allow his emotions to overtake him, to feel the agony, and allow the tears to fall.
She stopped her torture and glared at him as she pulled a lever, releasing him to fall back onto the table, knocking the breath out of his lungs.
She snickered as he gasped, before locking the door and turning off the lights.
He turned his head to one side, and bit down onto his lip, allowing tears to pool in his eyes. He watched the door for a long time, half expecting her to walk back through. But she didn't. After a second he let his head loll back to resting place on the wire springs and let out a loud, blood curdling, soul shattering scream of agony. One scream was followed by another and another, until he was hoarse and exhausted and fell asleep.
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Hurley shook his head roughly. He coughed and looked from one side to the other. 'A HALLWAY? On an ISLAND?' He thought, incredulously.
He gave himself a quick once over before muttering to himself. "Gotta love built in padding."
But as he stood he realized that he might have sprained his ankle. "Damn, so much for a padded fall." He groaned as carefully stood on the tender ankle.
He felt something wet on his hand and looked at it. "Blood." He gulped, feeling the blood rush from his head. "No." He snapped. "I am NOT going to faint. Pull yourself TOGETHER, dude." His vision became snowy, but he concentrated hard on not passing out. 'You're on a weird ass island, in a hallway that doesn't LOOK like a natural piece of landscape-- not to mention the lights hanging above you-- and God KNOWS where you will end up if you pass out. So DON'T!' he chided himself. After taking several breaths he was able to shake his head clear of the cobwebs and began to hobble down the hallway.
He stopped when he heard a series of blood curdling scream. "Uh oh." He gulped nervously. 'Where the HELL is the closest exit!!' His brain screamed.
Just as he was about to turn around and search for an exit the screaming stopped. It was replaced by a soft voice, in a language he didn't understand and had only seen on CNN and World News Tonight. He may not have understood the language, but that didn't mean he didn't know the sound of a prayer when he heard one.
He listened for a second before he realized that re recognized the voice. However, it didn't take him long to place it. "Sayid," he breathed, his heart skipped a beat. He carefully peaked around the corner and saw Sayid strapped down to a bed that looked like it was made of bedsprings, inside a room that looked like a cage.
"Sayid, Sayid." He hissed, trying to get his attention. But Sayid kept on muttering his prayer over and over again. Hurley knew he needed to escape soon before he became Sayid's neighbor, but he couldn't just leave him behind. Especially seeing as he was in such horrible pain.
He didn't know his way out. And it would take too long to get the others, and if he waited and got help and if they actually BELIEVED him, they might only find a lifeless body when they "rescued" him.
Just as he was about to peak around the corner to see if the coast was clear, the door to the cage opened and light flooded the room.
'Oh! CRAP! BUSTED!' He thought, frantically, as he pushed his body up against he wall.
But as he stood there, expecting to get caught, he heard footsteps walk across the cage and Sayid moan in pain.
He cautiously looked around the corned and watched she a lady dabbled a cool damp clothe across Sayid's fever forehead. She whispered softly to him, in a language that Hurley could only assume to be French. 'Oh, Fuck me! Why the HELL did I take FOUR years of Spanish!!' He thought incredulously as he listened her tone go from soft and gentle to coarse and angry.
He winced as she brought out a tray of food and shoved it into Sayid's face, but Sayid refused to eat the filth. She started yelling at him, and then pressed a button, and Sayid landed on the floor with a sickening thud.
'Ouch, man, ouch.' He winced, staying hidden, peaking out just a little around the corner as the woman fastened Sayid's hands together with a rope, then with another rope she fastened one end around his hands and the other around something on the floor to keep him on the floor level. She then bound his feet together for good measure and then with another rope she looped one end around his feet and the other to something to anchor him. Before she left she kicked him in the stomach and put the plate of food a few inches away from his face. She spat something angrily before storming off, locking the door and turning off the light.
When Hurley was sure that she wouldn't be back Hurley hurried around the corner. "Sayid." He hissed, "Sayid." But nothing seemed to get his attention.
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As he hit the floor a familiar sensation pain went through him, he grimaced. His hands fell open as he hit the floor, and something round and odd feeling rolled into his palm. He closed his hands around it tightly before she trussed him to the floor. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he did.
When he had hit the floor the familiar sting of arrows and daggers shot through the parts of his body that had already gone numb, bringing them back to life with shooting pains. Every inch of him screamed for mercy. A whimper escaped his lips, but he couldn't hear it over the wail of pain that came from inside his head.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle it. No, he knew he couldn't endure it much longer.
He captor was obviously over the bend, mentally. Beating, torturing, starving him one second and then tending to his wounds the next. It was more than confusing, to say the least, it was maddening.
The only other thing he knew without a doubt, was that if something didn't happen soon... whether it be a rescue (a possibility that he didn't count on, seeing as no one knew where he had gone), or she didn't just out right KILL him soon, then he would do it.
He would will himself towards that final peace. At least then he wouldn't ache, or be hungry, or throb, or be in agony anymore...
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Hurley easily cut through the ropes that helped the gate to the cage off its hinges. He set it aside, and then snuck across the room. It occurred to him that either he was magically healed, or that his adrenalin gland was working in overdrive, because, suddenly, his ankle didn't hurt so badly. Either that, or God was being extra generous and not letting him feel it for the moment. Call it 'divine intervention' if you will.
As he knelt down next to Sayid he thought to himself. 'Note to self: Give Mr. Locke a big, huge hug for sharpening my blade last night before bed.'
"Sayid? Sayid? Pssst, Sayid?" He hissed, trying desperately to stir him without startling him too badly.
"Sayid?!" he hissed sharply, as she started to cut the ropes that held him down to the floor.
Sayid's eyes shot open, he gasped sharply, pulling his arms over his face to protect his face from any blows, which caused him to pull himself up sharply. He yelped before falling back to the floor.
"Sayid, chill dude, it's only me, ya know... Hurley." He whispered softly as he pulled back so that Sayid could see that he meant him no harm.
Something deep inside Sayid was awakened and faintly recognized him, his body relaxed. "Good, here, drink." He pulled his water bottle out of his cargo pants pocket, took off the lid and tilted it to his lips.
Sayid welcomed it, gulping the refreshing liquid down his parched and soar throat. "There... Don't freak man, there's more back at camp-- just gotta get you there," he muttered as he went back to cutting the ropes. "Almost done." He reassured him, as the first rope broke free. "Just gotta free your fee--" he trailed off as she looked at his feet. "Blood," he gulped. "Shut up, Hurley, just get it done." He groused, forcing his attentions to anything besides the bloody ropes around Sayid's feet.
Sayid started talking but Hurley couldn't understand him.
"Dude, English. ENGLISH!"
Sayid looked at him oddly.
"I don't speak Iraqi-- or whatever language you dudes speak."
Sayid blinked, rested his head against the floor, licked his lips and tried once more. Hurley could barely understand him, as his voice was so soft and ragged that Hurley had to strain to hear him.
"Run."
"Wha-?"
"RUN!" He said louder, looking over Hurley's shoulder at the approaching figure.
Hurley turned around for a second and nearly screamed, she had spotted him. "Oh shit." He took his knife and with sudden precision and finite accuracy, he cut the rope with one fell swoop.
"Leave me," he panted, his eyes drifting shut. It was difficult to keep them open, it were as though his eye lids were leaden curtains that refused to rise. He was weak and exhausted, but he would not put his friend in mortal danger. He, a trained soldier, couldn't bear this kind of pain and he would never dream of being the reason that Hurley ended up in a similar situation. "I-- I will be fine. Run... before she sees you."
Hurley reared back as he yanked his still bound feet from the rope that kept him tied to the floor. "I don't know how things are done where you come from, but where I come from, we don't find our friends in a bind and then leave them to suffer-- that's just not COOL, Dude!" Sayid took little comfort in this as Hurley pulled away.
"Can you walk?"
"No… I'm too weak-- leave me--" he panted heavily. "She's getting closer-- I'll be fine-- I have survived this long--" He stopped when Hurley looked him in the eye.
It were as though he could see right through him.
"No man, this ain't going down like that. Nuh uh. Not no way, not no how." He grunted as got to his feet, bent over, grabbed Sayid's still bound hands, put them around his neck and then picked him up.
"What are you doing?" He asked incredulously.
Hurley looked over his shoulder as the woman started running towards them. "I'm getting our asses OUT of here before psycho lady carves me up like thanksgiving TURKEY!" After a second he added. "Just put your head against my shoulder and act like you've fainted-- better yet, faint, that way I won't just be pretending, okay?" Sayid did as he asked, as he REALLY wasn't sure he wanted to see what happened next and seconds later he heard Hurley begin to run.
He could hear the woman behind them, she was screaming and running after them. "Do you know the way out?" Sayid asked quietly, just soft enough that he managed not to move his lips.
"Naw, I fell through the ceiling, we're going to have to bullshit our way through this man," Panted Hurley as he skid around the corner.
"OOOH! An EXIT sign!" He exclaimed. He tried the knob. "Damn! Damn! DAMN! It's locked!"
He heard a whirring sound and Hurley gasp. Sayid opened one eye and saw a spear in the wall, inches away from Hurley's head.
"Damn! Damn! DAMN!" He took one step back. "HOLD ON TIGHT MAN!" With a grunt he kicked the door open. "WOOHOO!! It WORKED!!"
And he started running again.
The cool fresh air hit Sayid like a brick wall.
'Freedom.' He thought, as his body went limp.
"Ah, shit. Dude?" Hurley asked as he panted and ran down the hill. 'I don't know which way I'm going-- I don't know which way I'm GOING!!!' He thought frantically.
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Jack was starting to get nervous. Charlie was getting antsy. Claire was so upset that Shannon and Walt had taken her back to the caves to relax. Sun was periodically glancing at her watch and Michael anxiously as she watched the hills. Boone was watching the hill side more than the golf game. Kate and Sawyer had both shown up, but had chosen to stay hidden behind to separate trees, and even they noticed that while they played, Jack, Charlie, Sun, Michael and Boone weren't exactly paying a great deal of attention.
"What you think, Freckles?" Sawyer nodded to the group.
"I don't know-- hey, where's Hurley?" She asked softly.
Sawyer did a double take. "So that's who's missing."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Observant much?"
His reply was cut off by applauding and shouts of joy as Jin made a whole in one.
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Shouting, hooting, hollering, he didn't care what they called it, but he could hear it as he slid down the hill side with the crazy lady like 20 foot behind him and gaining.
"Almost there," he wheezed, "almost there." He turned a corner and saw the group. "Thank GAWD!" He muttered. He could feel his adrenalin pumping again. 'Oh Goody, cause I get a feeling this I'm going to hurt when it's all said and done.' He thought to himself as he started running even faster, faster than he had ever thought it were possible for someone of his size to run, down the hill.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" He bellowed as another spear landed within inches of him.
"HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! AAAH! HEEELP!" He shouted as he ran.
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Sun heard it first, yanked on Michael's sleeve and pointed towards the hillside.
It didn't take but a second for Michael to make it out. "OH SHIT! Hurley!" He squinted his eyes. "Is that--" his stomach fell to the soles of his shoes. "Is that Sayid in his arms? Who the HELL is that behind them." He gulped as he saw Hurley looked to the side at a spear in the ground.
He turned to the others. "JACK! We've got a SITUATION over here!"
Jack and the others looked up.
"Holy crap!"
"You could say that again." Chimed in Charlie.
"Charlie, get the others to the cave. Have someone go tell the people on the beach to either get to the cave or take shelter under the wreckage, and tell them to stay together because there's someone dangerous on the loose that's not from our crash."
Charlie nodded and began running.
"Michael, go with Charlie. Make sure no one leaves. And if you see Locke, have him bring some knives--" he gulped hard. "We're going to need them for protection."
"Got it." He said then took off as the other survivors started running back to the cave.
"Boone!" Jack looked around but he was gone. 'Probably better off, Shannon would kill me if something happened to him.' He thought belatedly. 'Okay, Jack, it's up to you. You have to get Hurley and Sayid to the cave safely-- you can do this.' He swallowed down hard against the recriminations of his father and started waving his arms to Hurley.
"C'MON HURLEY!! YOU CAN DO IT!!" He shouted encouragements, all the time, praying that they worked.
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Kate looked at Sawyer. "Did you just see-- what I just saw?"
Sawyer nodded. "We're going to have to help him, you realize that, right?"
Kate nodded, and they both hid further behind the trees on the other side of the valley. They were the closest to Hurley and Sayid. They realized that Jack wasn't staying where he was for his own protection so much as for Hurley to have a goal to reach and friend there once he was reached it. They also realized that Hurley was carrying Sayid, but they both decided to ignore how small and limp he looked in Hurley's arms.
It didn't take long for Hurley to pass them. He was still hollering and screaming. "AAAAHHHH!!! HELLLLLLP!!!" And it took even less for the lady to make it by them.
"One."
"Two."
"THREE!"
On three Sawyer said a silent prayer for forgiveness for hurting a lady, put his shoulder down and ran, tackled her.
She screamed in surprise, and they started rolling around on the ground.
'Damn she's strong,' he thought as the woman fought him.
He was trying not the hurt her, but she had one arm pinned underneath him and the other-- the one that Sayid had accidentally stabbed, restrained above his hand.
He looked at his arm, and then her, and then his arm, and then back at her, frantically. He couldn't move, she was DAMNED strong. As she pulled out her dagger he screamed.
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Boone was hidden just out of sight of Kate and Sawyer. He was rooting for Sawyer, but when he saw her go for her dagger he knew that he was in trouble. He had to act.
Swallowing hard, he let out a scream did the same thing Sawyer did, only he managed to knock the dagger out of her hand and far, far away from her grasp.
He wrestled with her, she had her hands around his neck, strangling him, he was gasping for breath 'So this is how Shannon feels' he thought bitterly as he tried to pry her hands from his windpipe.
Kate helped Sawyer to his feet. "She's a STRONG bitch." He panted.
Kate nodded and they both jumped into the fray to help Boone.
As they were rolling on the ground trying to get an upper hand, Hurley and Jack were running as fast as they could back to the caves.
"He's hurt, he's hurt bad." Hurley told Jack as they jumped over a fallen tree-- something that Hurley thought he would never be able to do.
"Just concentrate on getting to the cave, Hurley." Jack nodded.
"You shoulda seen it Jack. It was bad… really bad."
Jack just shook his head and looked at Sayid's face as they entered the cave,
Michael followed as they ran over to where Jack had his medical things arranged. "Jack, Locke's on a hunt."
"Did he take his briefcase?" He asked as they gently laid Sayid down on a fresh blanket that Shannon had arranged when Charlie had told them what was going on.
"Yeah, but he did leave a few. I've already put some of the guys at the entrances and all the women and Walt are further into the cave and Charlie's guarding them-- well, he's there for Claire, but he has a knife."
"Good, good…" He looked Hurley was trying to catch his breath. "Hurley, go wash up. Rest, drink some water."
Hurley nodded, then looked down at his arms. They were sticky and covered with a maroonish colored substance. He blinked his eyes, the color draining from his face. "Blood." He gulped. His arms were covered in dried blood.
Jack noticed it and watched the big man closely. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, absently. "Oh, Jack?"
"Yes, Hurley."
"I think I sprained my ankle." He said softly, before leaning against the caves wall and sliding down to the floor, unconscious.
Michael's eyes widened.
Jack looked at him as he carefully cut the ropes from Sayid's feet and wrists. "Did I forget to mention he doesn't do well around blood?"
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Please review, I'm such a review ho :D.
I know I don't do well with fight scenes. I see them in my head well, but they never quite translate onto the written screen the way they do in my head. So, if nothing else. Review and tell me that it didn't suck too horrible lol
