Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Lost or any of the components or actors of the show. The one thing I do happen to own is this story, the creative license to write this story and um…oh yeah Ann.
Sawyer sat in his hut amidst the chaos going on. Boone and Locke had found Claire wandering through the jungle last night while they were off doing god knows what. He was never one to be big on crowds. He looked up at the foreboding sky. Thick black rain clouds were rolling in and pretty soon it'd be pouring. He liked the rain it reminded him of her. He smiled as the tears welled up in his eyes. He missed her and he wondered if she was in a better place right now. He held the letter in his hand; he had re-read over and over again so he didn't need to read it anymore, he had it memorized, every word, every letter. He only kept the damn thing because it brought back to many happy memories to be thrown away. The wind began to pick up and little drops fell at first, timid to touch the dry earth, then followed by big fat drops that fell quickly to the earth.
Out of know where through the pouring rain a woman's scream was heard in the jungle. The desperate cries for help startled Sawyer he looked up and shoved the letter into his pocket. He ran out into the jungle through the rain. His blue shirt was plastered to his body in seconds and he couldn't see well through the heavy rain. The cries from help were still emanating from somewhere nearby, but he could not see anyone. Then he saw her standing on the path, soaking wet, her brown curls plastered down. Her face was covered in blood and her breathing was heavy. When she saw him she froze, too scared to move.
"Help me please. You have to help me." She called to him; he just stared at her blankly.
"Please, they'll be here any minute. You have to help me please." She cried as her body shook with fear. He knew her; his face said it.
"Annie?" He questioned pulling her closer to him. She still smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. He felt whole again feeling her body against his, the rain never felt this good before.
"I…I don't know who you are, but please help me." She stated as she begged him with her eyes. He was taken aback at how she couldn't remember him but he didn't mind so much because she was here with him now, and she'd remember in time.
He wiped the blood off of her face as she clung desperately to him. Too scared to move forward, too scared to move back.
I know it's a little short but I want to keep you hanging. RR. I'll post more once I get interest.