A/N: Well, I really honestly hope that I get a lot of reviews for this 3rd part story, because this was the season I worked the absolute hardest on. You have to remember, your reviews and criticism mean the world to me, and I like nothing better then to see my inbox with some reviews, irregardless if they're good or bad. So please, send reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own the awesomeness of LOST, but Amy and Jude are my own creations, therefore, you can't steal them. OWNED BITCH!
At first, nothing more but a quiet, dull noise filled my ears, like the sound of a fly buzzing near your ear. But soon, that noise became louder and louder to the point that it was the equivalent to someone screaming in my ear. I sat up with a jolt, and then immediately fell over from the head rush. After a minute or two, my vision finally adapted to the room I was currently in. I had been laying on the cold tile floor of what appeared to be some kind of bathroom in grand central station in 1962. Thankfully, I knew better to realize I was not actually IN Grand Central Station, and became more alert.
It was definitely a bathroom, small tub in the corner, toilet, sink, the works. In the corner was a small wooden door, and by instinct alone did I try the door. Locked, of course. What kind of bathroom door locked from the outside? The walls were covered with decay and muck, and their was a foul smell emanating off of the toilet, but it was otherwise somewhat sanitary. I staggered over to the sink and grabbed hold of either side of the counter, steadying myself. When I looked up at my reflection, I almost recoiled from shock.
It honest to God looked like I hadn't slept in years, and I looked completely high. I tried to think back to what I last remembered, but my head hurt from the slightest pressure. I shakily pulled the rubber band off of my wrist and pulled my dirty, disgusting hair back into a sloppy ponytail. My white sweater had been taken off, so I was just wearing the Slipknot t-shirt and jeans. I looked down at my belly (which was poking out from under the shirt) and placed my hand there. He was ok...the baby was alright. Further up on the mirror was a note, taped to the thin glass.
Go ahead and take a bath. Once you're finished, press the call button on the wall beside the door.
My mind, not being in the right place, was suddenly soothed with the thought of a relaxing bath. I stumbled over toward the tub and switched on the hot water as high as it would go before I adjusted the colder one. At first, the water poured out in a brownish color, but then it adjusted itself and began to fill the tub. A wave of nausea suddenly overcame me and I lifted the toilet seat and promptly vomited again. Shutting my eyes and sinking to the floor after I had finished, I flushed the toilet and leaned my head back against the bathtub. As I pulled off my shoes and socks, I forced myself to think a bit more logically.
You're in the Other's camp I told myself. Good, we've established the obvious. But now for the not-so-obvious, where are Kate, Jack, Hurley, and Sawyer? Well...for now....just play along. Everything else will unfold itself as long as you play along.
I reached behind me and switched off the knobs for the tub and finished undressing. I sank down into the burning hot water and gingerly laid flat, leaning my head back against the side. Charlie...was he alright? And Jude. He must've been here too! Maybe I would finally be able to get to talk to him, to try and see where we've gone wrong, and try to figure out what the hell's going on.
After relaxing for quite some time, I stepped out of the tub and dried off with a towel hanging on the wall. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them all back on before I walked over to the button by the door. The bath had cleared my head, and I knew the only thing I could do now was play along. I pressed the call button and took a step back. The door buzzed and then swung open, Tom standing there and smiling stupidly. Douche.
"Well it's about time you got up Princess. Did you enjoy your bath?"
"Where is everybody? Sawyer, Jack, Kate, Hurley?"
"Hurley was sent back to your little camp to warn everyone else not to come after you four. As for the others, well, I'm not quite supposed to tell you about two of them. For now, you're going to come with me, and you're going to wear this."
He held up a brown burlap sack the had been badly stitched together.
"And why the hell should I do that?"
"Because if you want that damn baby to remain in your belly," Tom answered with a bitter smile. "You'll do exactly as we say."
I glared and allowed him to put the sack over my head. He pushed me onward through a confusing array of twists and turns, so odd that I couldn't even try to map it out in my head. He pushed me forward until everything felt slightly cooler, and I could hear the screeching of a door shutting. I kept moving forward until finally we stopped. Tom pulled the sack off of my head and shoved me forward into a room before slamming the door shut behind me.
"Asshole!" I cursed under my breath. "Git, douche, scumbag-"
"I could probably think of a lot more vile names." Jack's voice startled me.
I spun around and sure enough, there he was, at least, what I could see of him. He was parted from me by a thick panel of glass. The room he was in was small, a table in the middle, and a chain hanging from the ceiling. He got up from the floor and came over to the glass, looking me over.
"Did they hurt you?"
I shook my head and put my hands up on the glass, leaning over to allow some sort of comfort.
"Nah, they even let me take a bath." I forced a smile.
Jack just nodded and looked at my stomach.
"The baby alright?"
"Well if he wasn't I would probably notice right away wouldn't I?"
"Yeah, that's true. Have you seen Kate and Sawyer?"
"No. I tried asking about them, but they won't tell me anything. Obviously."
"I'm going to get you out of here Amy." He said, seriously. "I'll do anything I can to get you out of here and
back to the beach."
"I really do hope so Jack. I want us all to get out of here. I want to go back home."
Home. It almost seemed to be the appropriate word for what we had back at the beach. It was really the only kind of home I had ever known. It was a place where I felt I would be safe and welcome no matter what happened, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more then to be back there, sitting with Claire and Charlie and Aaron by a fire, not worrying, just....waiting. Waiting for a rescue that was never going to come...just...waiting.
The door to the side suddenly swung open, and I nearly jumped in surprise. A woman stepped in, eyes wandering from me to Jack. Now, I wouldn't say she was extraordinarily beautiful, but she was pretty. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her light blue eyes looked so tired, I almost felt bad for her.
Almost.
"Hello Jack, Amy." She greeted us both. "I'm Juliet."
She paused after that, looking back over at me.
"I'm sorry." She stopped again. "We have to move you again."
"Well great." I smiled, tracing my voice with sarcasm. "Let's just see how much MORE marching you can make me do before my chubby preg-o legs fall off, shall we?"
Juliet half smiled and gestured to the door behind her. I stepped out toward the hallway and a familiar bag was draped over my head.
"Hello Tom. Lovely to smell you again." I said snidely.
He didn't answer. With a hard shove he started me forward again into the blazing heat, marching down what appeared to be some kind of muddy ground. I continued moving until he stopped me again, wrenching the bag off of my head and slamming a new door behind me. This time, I was in a cage, like the ones they would keep monkeys in at a zoo. There was a big rock-like seat in the center, and some kind of button with a fork on it in the corner. But on the ground lay somebody I didn't expect to see. He was still unconscious, and he needed to get up so I could confirm that they hadn't killed him.
"Sawyer!" I got down to my knees and shook his shoulder. "Sawyer! Get up!"
His eye cracked open and he looked up at me, as if he really had absolutely no clue who I was. After another moment or two he sat up, rubbing his head. I moved over to the rock-chair thing and laid down on it, my legs hanging over the side. Everything was incredibly hot as hell, the sun just beating down on my skin. Sawyer finally rose to his feet, surveying the area around him before he looked over at me.
"You ok Giggles?" He asked, keeping himself steady by holding onto one of the bars.
"Peachy. How about you Davey Crockett?"
He gave me a look that said 'Davey Crockett? What the hell?' but said nothing in reply to that.
"You seen-?"
"Just Jack, haven't seen anybody else."
I knew Jack wasn't quite the answer he was looking for, but that was all I could offer him at the moment. Across the cage, there was a boy sitting in a cage like us, possibly widdling something. He definatly didn't come with us; he had to be one of them. But then, why was he locked up?
"Hey!" I yelled at him, getting up from the rock. "Hey you!"
The kid looked over his shoulder in my general direction, but he didn't respond to me.
"Listen here! It's not like I'm asking you to help us escape, I just want to know about a person!"
The kid looked up again in the same manner, but did not turn his head away, but he didn't give any other indication that he was listening.
"There's a guy here, his name's Jude. And I know you know who I'm talking about so don't you dare lie to me. I want to know where the hell he is!"
The kid simply shrugged his shoulders and turned away from me again. I wanted to yell at him some more, but Sawyer held me back.
"Leave him be for now. Just, sit down Sparks before you pass out." His voice was eerily calm and....gentle.
I don't know what was worse, the fact that Sawyer was acting so calmly, or the fact that the term "gentle" could be applied to something Sawyer-like. Even so, my head was spinning, so I sat back down on the rock and shut my eyes for a moment. I pictured Jude's face, his touch...everything about him made my arms grow goose bumps.
"Who's this Jude kid anyways?" Sawyer asked, resuming his normal demeanor. "Some sort of punk redneck who can get us out of here?"
"Doesn't matter who he is Sawyer. Doesn't matter. It will only matter when I actually get to see him."
Sawyer, rolling his eyes, looked around the cage and tried to find something that he could use to get himself out of here. When failing, he instead turned to the button that had the fork on it. Shrugging his shoulders, he pushed it.
"Warning." A computerized woman's voice responded.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you." The kid said from across the way.
"Oh yeah?" Sawyer snapped back. "Well now look who's talking. Do me a favor and piss off, would ya?"
"Sawyer," I cautioned. "Maybe you really shouldn't-"
"Hush it Sparks. You wanna eat don't ya?"
With that, he hit the button again. But this time, when he hit it, it sent an electrical current out of it and sent him flying into the bars. I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or be horrified, but when Sawyer got to his feet unharmed, I just laughed at him.
"Look around Sawyer, there's gotta be a way to do this without shocking yourself. There's all sorts of doo-dads here, I'm sure you could figure it out if you applied yourself just a little bit."
"Yeah, yeah. Shut up."
A/N: Alright, I know I ended it kind of on an awkward spot, but don't worry, this is just my starting up chapter. Starting chapter 2, things are gonna get crazy. I want at LEAST 3 reviews before I continue.
Peace,
-Jackie-