A/N: So this is the first chapter of my second part and I'm moving right along rather quickly. I just want to get all my ideas out, so just deal with it! Keep the reviews coming, and I'll keep posting. Enjoy! Oh, and just a little heads up, this first bit will be from Sawyer's POV, since we left off with Amy being unconscious.
Sawyer struggled to remain above the surface as the throbbing pain in his shoulder made him want to pass out. He kept his head held up and tried to figure out where everyone was in the mass chaos of debris and fire.
"JIN!" He yelled. "MIKE! AMY!"
Jin was no where to be seen, even though he had jumped in the water after him. Michael was screaming Walt's name over and over again, but Amy was nowhere in sight. He had heard her shout to Walt, but after that there was nothing but silence. He reached Michael a split moment later and grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Come ON Mike!"
"THEY TOOK WALT!" Michael screamed.
"Amy's missing!"
Michael was still frantic as ever, that he really didn't seem to notice, or care. Sawyer dove down under the surface and stretched out blindly. He resurfaced a moment later with a yell of pain. Then he kicked back under as hard as he could, searching for any part of Amy he could grab. His fingers suddenly brushed up against what felt like hers, and he grasped them as tightly as he could before he kicked back for the surface.
"WALT! WALT! WAAAALT!" Michael was still screaming.
Amy was practically deadweight, carrying her body and also with the baby inside of her. Sawyer started to panic slightly. If she was dead, so was the baby. And she sure as hell looked dead. Her lips were purple and her eyes were shut lightly, as though she was sleeping. He dragged her over to one of the pieces of wreckage and finally Michael started to function a bit more properly. Michael grabbed Amy's wrists and pulled her onto the wreckage as Sawyer pulled himself up. With another angry yell of pain, he managed to get up completely.
"She's not breathing!"
"Move over." Sawyer ordered.
He bent down over toward her face and listened. Sure enough, no breath was coming. He placed his hands in the proper position on her chest and got ready to press down.
"You sure that's the right spot, man? If you hit the wrong area you could hurt the baby."
"Would you just shut up?"
Michael glared before continuing to shout for Walt. Sawyer pressed down hard on Amy's chest repeatedly for what seemed like hours until she finally began to cough up the water.
The last thing I expected to see was Sawyer's face, which was a cross between panic-stricken, and relieved. Once I was sure all the water was dislodged from my lungs, I sat up and tried to catch my breath. We were on just a single piece of wreckage from the raft, something that hadn't caught fire. Michael was standing up and screaming at the top of his lungs for Walt, while Sawyer hammered on my back to make sure everything was out.
"You alright?" He asked when I had finally caught my breath.
"Y-Yeah. I think so."
"The baby?"
I placed a hand to my stomach and carefully felt around the area, pressing gently into my abdomen. But unfortunately, I felt nothing. If the baby was dead…I would've had a miscarriage, right?
"I don't know. I don't feel anything."
Things didn't quiet down in the least, for after Michael stopped screaming for Walt, Sawyer started screaming for Jin. The two of them spent the entire time bickering and arguing, while I just sat and stared out at the black abyss that was the ocean. Dead. I had almost died, and just the thought of that was almost frightening. All those times when I had wished I was dead, and I had almost gotten my wish. I was actually afraid of it now. If I had died…I could've lost the baby. In fact, I might have just lost the baby. How could I handle that? If I lost the baby…then I really could just die. There would no longer be a point to my existence, and I could actually just…die. Give in to what I really wanted the most. I buried my face in my hands. I would do anything…ANYTHING to make sure that this baby was still alive.
"This is your fault." Michael said to Sawyer when they had both sat down.
"Excuse me?" Sawyer demanded.
"You made me fire the flare. If I hadn't of fired it, they never would've found us, and they never would've taken him."
"Are you kidding me?"
"They were going in the other direction!"
There was a sudden bump on the bottom of the raft, right underneath me. I jumped up in fright and nearly tumbled off the piece of raft. Sawyer pulled his gun back out of his pocket and aimed it at the ground.
"See you managed to hold onto your friend there." Michael commented as the shark continued to circle around us. "It's not going to fire. Bullets are wet."
"It'll fire."
As if to prove his point, Sawyer pulled out the magazine and pulled out several of the bullets. He cracked one of them open and poured the powder into his palm.
"If the bullets are dry, the powder is dry. If the powder is dry-"
BANG! The wreckage piece rocked again and the bullets went flying out of Sawyer's hand. He dropped to the ground and tried to reach for them, but missed entirely. With a frustrated cry he sat back on the raft (this was of course once we were all assured the shark had drifted a safe distance away.)
"At least we know why the shark is sticking around. Your shoulder." Michael pointed out.
"Oh well I'll just stop bleeding then!"
"So you managed to hold onto your precious damn gun, but you couldn't try and grab my son?"
"I didn't see you trying to get him either!"
"GET OFF! GET OFF MY RAFT!"
"FINE!"
Sawyer jumped into the water and swam over to one of the other pieces of raft, pulling himself onto that one with yet another yell of pain.
"I was trying to save your damn kid!"
I pulled my legs as close as they would go to my chest, burying my head in them as my hands worked themselves around my large belly and thighs. Enough with the fighting and arguing already! Walt's abduction wasn't anyone's fault, it was just a freak accident that none of us could've predicted. Although if Sawyer would've adhered to my warning beforehand, maybe we would've been able to save Walt. But that was in the past, so there was no point in getting upset over it now. We would get Walt back, there was only one place that boat was going, and that was back to the island. I felt so absolutely miserable now, and I didn't want anyone to know. Tears were squeezing out of my eyes, and the only comfort I could make was from hearing that Sawyer had managed to pull the bullet out of his shoulder. Whoopee. There was no other comfort that I could wrap my mind around. I was cold, wet, and all alone out here…just like how I was in the jungle.
"Amy?" That was Sawyer's voice.
I looked up at him and wiped the tears from my face, better not to let him see me crying.
"What?"
"What the hell are you crying for?"
"Hey leave her alone!" Michael jumped at another opportunity to bitch at Sawyer.
I put my head back into my hands and clapped my hands over my ears so I didn't have to listen to it anymore. There was a snapping sound, and then splashing. The raft rocked slightly, and Sawyer hauled himself back onto the one Michael and I were sitting on. It was sinking slightly from the added weight of both me and Michael already, so when Sawyer joined in, it barely stayed afloat. Awhile later into the night, one of the pontoons showed up, and I jumped at the opportunity. Without waiting to see if the shark was hanging around or if Sawyer was going over to it, I slid into the water and started making my way over to it.
"Amy! Amy get your ass back here!" Sawyer yelled at me.
Who did he think he was, my father?
"Amy it's not safe!" Michael called me too. "The shark is back!"
Sure enough I saw the fin heading in my direction, and despite myself, I could feel my entire body freeze with fear. Now it was just me and that shark in the water. Move I told myself. Come on; get your ass onto that pontoon! I slowly shifted forward toward the pontoon, trying not to attract any more attention to myself as the shark circled around the raft that Michael was still standing on. I went underwater to go to the other side of the pontoon and resurfaced only to the sound of rapid gunfire. At first, I believed Michael had shot Sawyer. But Sawyer popped up beside me a moment later, climbing onto the pontoon right after I had.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He scolded me.
Michael pulled himself over to the pontoon as well using one arm and climbed on with the rest of us. The pontoon, unlike everything else, was much more stable and wouldn't break on us. The ends were held together with strong wires and bits of metal, so there was no chance that it would fall apart. For once Michael and Sawyer were completely silent, and there was only the sound of the water slapping up against the sides of the pontoon. I laid my head back against the pontoon, and shut my eyes…just for a moment. I hadn't realized how deep of a sleep I had actually fallen into until Sawyer had shaken me awake the following morning. The island was clearly in view, just as I had figured.
"Home sweet home." Sawyer commented.
Is this really where I wanted to return to? Even if I didn't want to, it seems like I really didn't have much of a choice at this point. I swung my legs around and let them dangle in the water, my arms wrapped tightly around my sides, and my face bent down. I could barely make out my reflection in the water; every teardrop that fell from my eyes blurred the image. Although from what I could see, I had changed a lot. My hair that had once all been crammed into a beanie had been let out, and was now hanging in thick, tangled curls around my face. My hands had once been inside these fingerless gloves, but I had taken those away as well and instead I looked just more like a normal teenage girl, maybe a little emo-ish. A sudden hard kick against my stomach wall made me jump in fright, and then a half-smiled.
"Sawyer." My voice was low. "The baby's kicking."
Sawyer stretched out his hand as though he were going to try and feel it, and then his hand receded back to his side. I grabbed it on instinct alone and laid it on top of my growing belly. Sawyer relaxed for a moment, but then he jerked his hand back away, as though he were offended that I had let him feel the baby moving. Finally our pontoon washed up on the beach, and the men crawled across the sand as though they had never felt it before in their lives. Yelling could be heard from inside the jungle, and split second later, Jin came bolting out, his hands tied behind his back by a large pole.
"JIN!" Sawyer yelled.
Jin collapsed on the ground in front of us and Sawyer and Michael quickly tried to free him while he shouted at us in Korean.
"OTHERS!" Was one of the words he managed to get out that we understood.
An African American man came running out of the jungle after him, wielding a big heavy wooden stick. He smacked Jin, Michael, and Sawyer in the head with it and then raised it as though to hit me.
"WAIT!" I held up a hand to freeze him.
He did not look prepared in any way to stop, but my hand was held out.
"Don't hit me! Look I'm pregnant see?"
The man did not try to swing at me, but he didn't lower his heavy stick. I slowly rose to my feet, balancing as carefully as I could so as not to do anything suspicious that would give him a chance or an opening to hit me.
"See? Don't hit me. I don't want the baby to get hurt."
The man said nothing, but gestured for his other friends to come. They approached us and pulled the three unconscious men onto a net made from vines.
"You." One of the women said to me, pointing a gun at my chest. "Let's go. Walk."
I was frozen to the spot, debating on whether or not I could make it if I darted into the forest if I could make it back to our camp.
"Don't even think about it." She warned me. "Or I'll shoot you, and your friends here."
There was no other option I had. Slowly, I walked forward as Michael, Sawyer, and Jin were all dragged in a net. There was a woman who was standing not a few feet behind me, and she looked vaguely familiar. No one said a word to me, but instead the three men were thrown into a pit and I was forced to sit on the ground, tied to a tree.
"Now," The woman was the gun came in close to my face. "You're going to talk."
A/N: It's 1AM! I'm going to bed! Three reviews before I continue!
Peace,
-Jackie-