Between Two Worlds
Disclaimer: Hurley is not mine. Jack is not mine. Kate is not mine. Sawyer is not mine. John is not mine. And sadly Desmond is not mine. Neither is the island. I own nothing. all I own is my pretty green pen that I wrote the thing with on paper.
A/N: OK This is before I saw whatever episode we found out what is up with Desmond. Just a bit of fun and my theory. This one is dedicated to my friend…well lets call her Charlie, you know who you are dude. OK it's nice and short, about 700 words. So read on!!
"I love you Penny." He muttered and gave the fail safe key a sharp twist, not prolonging their imminent doom any longer. There was a sudden light that filled his mind, Desmond was sure he was dead and awaiting his judgment. But nothing happened. Nothing. There was just that bright, bright light. Then as suddenly as it had come the blinding light cleared and Desmond could just make out through the spots dancing about his vision, that he was back on the beach.
Yes, he could feel the sand under his feet and he could hear the ocean babbling away on the rocky shore below. He was beginning to hear the snatches of conversation and see the people around him more clearly. Apparently someone was hurt. He heard John ask some one to get bandages. The man he had asked suggested they get the doctor. Then his vision was totally cleared and he saw the large man with the fuzzy hair, Hurley, come on the scene. "They aren't coming back." He said "The Others have them, they sent me back to tell you guys that we can never go over there." Then an argument broke out. Desmond tried to move, he tried to speak, but he was frozen. None of his limbs worked and his vocal chords seemed to be tided tight. So he watched, helpless, in the thick of the argument.
Finally John got the quarreling lot under control. "Hey!" he called and they turned and looked at him. "Jack, Kate, and Sawyer are gonna be fine for now and as soon as we can we are gonna go rescue them! We are going to bring them back here! But right now Mr. Eko needs help." He started barking out orders. If Desmond had been able to he would have smiled, good old box man, he may have been a sodding idiot about the button, and may very well have killed him. But he was just as determined to find those three as he had been about not pushing the button. Desmond's vision began to fade again and before it went completely dark he saw a man in a tye-dye shirt standing alone, tossing rocks in the ocean. Like his mind was elsewhere, like he was trapped between two worlds. "Poor Brother." Desmond thought and knew no more.
Desmond sat up straight. His head was ringing, he felt drained of energy and…. He was in the middle of the jungle. But he had just been on the beach how could he be in the jungle? He must have taken a walk and fainted or something. Then he stood and felt something horribly wrong. He looked down and then up at the sky. Of course… he was naked. He searched through the tall grass looking for his shirt and pants. He couldn't find them. He was getting nervous now. He ran off into the grass looking for his clothes and for someone to tell him what was going on.
He heard John speaking…again. They were going to rescue Jack, Kate, and Sawyer. His voice carried over the waves like the creepers do on ponds. Desmond stood alone, rock in hand, Hurley's great tye-dye shirt flapping in the breeze. He heaved the rock and it landed with a terrific splash in the ocean. "Poor Brother." He though. He was trapped between two worlds.
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