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Now, this is something that came to me yesterday. I don't know where it's going, please let me know your thoughts! I'd love a review - positive or negative
Spoilers for season 4 ending
Tiger Lily
They both sit in silence with troubled looks on their faces. Suddenly there is a bright light, much like the time the sky had turned purple, only this time there is no purple, only white.
"I'll go find another bottle of rum… And a shirt for you, handsome" Juliet says as she gets up slowly supporting herself against his shoulder. Her voice is hollow and sad, and she's clearly swaying as she walks towards the abandoned camp some hundred metres down the beach.
Sawyer stays at his spot looking out at the black smoke on the horizon. He is still exhausted from the swim. Suddenly there is a rustle in the bushes behind him and he's on his feet in a flash, aiming his gun at the tree line. One moment later a young woman stumbles out of the jungle, but she stops the second she spots him pointing his gun at her.
"Who the hell are you?" he yells at her.
She looks scared and raises her hands in a surrendering motion. "Please!" she grasps for her breath. "Don't kill me…" As soon as she has uttered the words she falls to the ground, even though he hasn't pulled the trigger. "Hey!" he yells running towards her. Turning her over on her back he discovers that she is unconscious. "Son of a…" he exclaims as he gathers her in his arms and runs towards the beach camp.
When he sees the tents he screams for Juliet to come quickly as he lays the woman on the sand. He gently grabs her by the neck, checking for her pulse. When he finds it he breaths out in relief. Looking up he realises that Juliet is nowhere to be found. Uttering a curse he runs over to the 'kitchen' and grabs a water bottle. He crouches down next to the unknown woman and lifts her head up a bit while tilting the bottle to her mouth. She immediately starts coughing violently and rolls over on her side spitting the water out in the sand. Taking huge gulps of air and holding her hand to her forhead she slowly gets up to a sitting position, coming face to face with the man who had just pointed a gun at her.
"Relax, I ain't gonna hurt you, sweetheart" he says in a southern drawl, as she jumps in surprise and tries to scoot away from him her eyes widened by fear.
"Who… who are you?" she stammers while looking around at the surroundings.
"Name's Sawyer, who the hell are you?" he asks while drawing up one corner of his mouth in a smile.
"I… I'm a survivor of a plane crash… I've been here for over three months… my name's Lily". She looks stunned at having met another human. "Well, I'll be damned! I was on that plane too" Sawyer replies cheerily. "Have you been living in the jungle on your own for the past three months, or what?" "Yeah. I woke up alone in the middle of the forest, not a soul or plane wreck in sight." She responds, looking at Sawyer as if he were from another planet.
"Have you built all of this on your own?" she gestures towards the tents. "No, there were over 40 people who survived that crash, but most of them are gone now. They got blown up out on a freighter off shore." He says pointing toward the black smoke on the horizon. "But I don't understand why the camp's deserted… I thought at least Bernard and Rose would stay here…And where did Juliet go?" He mumbles, more to himself than to Lily.
Juliet or anyone else for that matter is nowhere to be seen. The camp feels eerie now that everyone is gone.
"So, what where you running from, anyways?" he asks her while standing up offering her a hand. Grabbing it and letting him pull her to her legs she replies "I heard whisperers in the jungle."
"But you've never come across anything or anyone all this time?" he says eyeing her suspiciously. "No, only a couple of boars. Why are you asking?" "Never mind… let's get you out of the sun" he replies motioning towards a makeshift couch outside a tent. When she's seated he makes his way to the kitchen, looking for some fruit and water. While cutting fruit he steels glances at her. She's young, around 23 he would guess. She has light brown hair which the wind is playing with, and her skin is fair, considering she has been on a tropical island for over three months. Her lips are full and her cheeks are pink. She's a bit thin and has probably been living of mangos since she got here; but she is stunning nonetheless, he realises.
She meets his eyes, and gives him a small smile, clearly unaware of how the other survivors used to perceive him. "Be nice" he mutters to himself as he makes his way back with the fruit. She thanks him as he hands her the bowl.
"So, you're the only one left?" She asks while looking out at the ocean.
"Yeah... I guess it's just you and me now, Tiger Lily" he replies running a hand through his hair.