This chapter contains a Missy flashback to the beginning of series five, when the flashes began to occur.
I hope it makes sense anyway.
"What the hell were you doin' all the way out there anyway?" said Sawyer frowning at Missy as they headed back towards the DHARMA village. "It was a good thing Phil called me instead of Radzinsky..."
Missy shrugged. "I thought I saw one of the kids run into the trees....thought I'd better go after them..."
"An' was there?" said Sawyer cocking his head at her.
Missy shook her head, avoiding Sawyer's eye. "Must have been seeing things..." she muttered as Sawyer shook his head.
"Well you can't go doin' stuff like that," said Sawyer raising his voice. "If you'd been found by one of the hostiles........well....you know what woulda' happened..."
And Missy did know.
She knew what Richard had told her.
And that moment when Richard would come for her, couldn't come quickly enough.
Flashback.
Sawyer tugged Missy from the path of four burning arrows, which landed mere feet away from her.
"Where the hell's Juliette?" Sawyer called over the noise of screams and footsteps.
Missy shook her head, coughing heavily, the fumes seeping into her chest.
Sawyer pulled her further into the tree-line, almost bumping into the folks from the freighter as they did so.
Daniel, Charlotte and Miles all stared at Sawyer, terror in their eyes.
"What the hell do we do?" shouted Miles.
Sawyer let go of Missy's hand and pushed her towards the group. "Missy'll take you to the creek," he said quickly. "I gotta go back see if Juliette and the others are still here."
Missy made to argue but Sawyer shook his head. "No arguments Missy," he said firmly. "I'll meet you there okay."
And with that he ran off leaving Missy staring after him.
"Remind me where were going?" said Miles a little snottily.
Missy gritted her teeth. "Sawyer said for us to meet him at the creek, so that's where we're going. You got a problem with that?"
She turned to stare at Miles, a frown knitted across her brow.
Miles gulped and shook his head.
Missy was in no mood to be messed with. She had just been shot at by flaming arrows and now she had a pounding headache. Could this day get any worse?
Missy came to a halt as she and the others stepped into a clearing, where the river seemed to curve.
"I guess we got here first," said Daniel sighing.
Missy crouched near to the water's edge as several other members of the beach camp strolled around the area.
After a few minute Daniel ambled up to her. "So what do we do now?" he asked staring around.
"We wait," said Missy bluntly.
Suddenly there was a loud blast several feet away as Missy got thrown off her feet.
Debris flew everywhere, and Missy groaned as she picked herself up and gazed around.
"What the hell was that?" she cried.
But her question was answered when a group of rugged looking figures carrying guns appeared and pointed them at Missy and the three others.
Missy's breathing became shallow as a young girl appeared and aimed a gun at Miles' head.
"Who's in charge here?" she said in a rather clear cut British accent.
All eyes turned to Missy.
"She is," said Miles quickly causing Missy to almost roll her eyes in annoyance.
"Yeah," said Missy raising her hands in defeat. "I am."
Missy and the others walked, their hands bound and guns pointed to their backs.
"We're here," said the young woman after a while as they turned a corner to find themselves in front of a large plain with several military looking tents littered around it.
The foursome were led down into the centre of camp. Missy attempted to linger for a moment to speak to Daniel but was soon pushed in the small of her back by the barrel of a gun.
The young woman led the group over to the largest tent, situated in the centre of camp.
"Richard," she called loudly. "We're here."
Missy and the others were pushed forwards as they waited for whoever this man Richard was, to exit his tent.
After several moments a dark haired man emerged dressed in a dark grey button down shirt.
He looked much smarter than the others and seemed to be their leader.
He strolled over to them as Missy felt Charlotte tense at her side.
The man known as Richard, stopped next to the young blonde woman as she spoke to him.
"Caught these four by the creek," she explained. "This one's their leader."
At this she pointed to Missy with her gun.
Now Richard's full attention was on her.
His eyes boring into her soul.
She stared him out, as he moved towards her.
"What's your name?" he asked after a moment, gazing at her.
Missy narrowed her eyes. "What's your name?" she retorted a little snappily.
Richard chuckled and bit his lip, glancing back at the girl a little shocked.
"My name's Richard Alpert," he said smiling and turning back to Missy, "and I'm assuming you've come back for your bomb."
Missy gulped.
She was in way over her head.
The four were pushed into the cool shade of the tent a little roughly.
The others sat as Missy began to pace around uneasily.
"We're dead," said Miles shaking his head.
"No, no, no," said Daniel crouching beside him and Charlotte, "we just have to wait until there's another flash."
Missy rolled her eyes.
"Listen," Daniel continued, looking back at her, "they must think we're with the American military. Now our best chance of staying alive is to let them keep thinking that."
All of a sudden the flap covering the entrance of the tent was pulled back, and Richard Alpert stepped inside.
He frowned as the group fell silent and Missy swung around.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked striding towards Missy.
Missy breathed and turned to face him fully.
He stared her over for a moment before speaking.
"Ellie tells me that you're not willing to reveal where the rest of your squad is?" said Richard.
Missy narrowed her eyes.
"And why would I do that?" snapped Missy. "So that you can kill them too?"
Richard shook his head. "We didn't start this, friend. Your people attacked us. You come to our island to run your tests, you fire at us and you expect us not to defend ourselves?"
Missy stared at him.
She had no idea what to say to that.
No snappy retort.
She was like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Suddenly Daniel got to his feet beside Missy.
"We don't know anything about that," he said quickly. "We are scientists."
Richard frowned for a moment. His gaze still very much on Missy before he turned his attention to Daniel.
"So they sent you here to recover it?" Richard asked a little uneasily.
"If you mean our hydrogen bomb, then yes," said Daniel as Missy's eyes widened.
She was right. They were in over their heads.
Missy and the others waited inside the cramped tent for about an hour. Waiting for Richard and the others to decide what to do with them.
Missy sat on the bench with her eyes screwed shut.
She hated this island and everything about it.
She just wished she could go home.
This place was hell.
Suddenly the young blonde woman, Richard had addressed as Ellie, stepped into the tent.
She motioned for Daniel to stand up.
"Let's go," she said sharply.
Daniel was shoved out of the tent, but Ellie lingered, before nodding at Missy.
"You too, come on. Richard wants to speak to you," she snapped.
Missy stood, looking a little flustered.
Richard would see right through her lies if he interrogated her further.
She glanced back at Miles and Charlotte and shrugged.
She didn't really have a choice either way.
...
Missy and Daniel were led out to where Richard stood in the centre of camp.
Richard addressed Ellie. "Untie him and take him out to the bomb," said Richard nodding at Daniel, who gave one last calming look at Missy before being led away.
As they walked away, Richard turned to Missy, tugging her forwards by her bonds.
Missy turned her head away as he stared at her, her face set into a deep scowl.
"You gonna' try anything?" he asked, before removing her ties.
Missy frowned at him.
"You gonna shoot me if I do?" she snapped back.
Richard grinned. "Probably," he muttered.
Missy gave a fake sigh. "Then I guess I won't."
Richard slowly began to remove Missy's bonds.
"Whatever your superiors told you," said Richard. "I want you to know the truth."
Missy's frown faltered as his rough hands got to work unravelling her rope ties.
"About a month ago we found eighteen members of an army battalion right here in our jungle, setting up this camp. We gave them a chance to leave the island peacefully, but they weren't willing to do that, so I was forced to kill them...all of them...."
Missy narrowed her eyes.
"Forced?" she said darkly. "By whom?"
Richard licked his lips. "You answer to someone right? You follow a chain of command?" he asked.
Missy merely shrugged.
Richard suddenly paused in what he was doing.
"Are you going to explain to me who you really are?" said Richard.
"What?" said Missy a little startled.
"I asked if you answer to someone. And I'm guessing that if you really were from the American Military then you would have answered yes straight away. So where'd you really come from?" said Richard cocking his head to one side.
Missy gulped. "I-I am from the American Military," she said, a little unconvincingly.
Richard chuckled. "Really?" he said smiling. "Because you don't look like you are to me."
Missy glanced down at her vest, cardigan and skirt. She had to admit, they didn't really look army regulation.
"Okay," she sighed."You got me....."
"Then you gonna' to tell me where you've come from?" Richard asked.
Missy sighed."Listen......it's complicated......"s he muttered shaking her head. "And....well you probably wouldn't even believe me anyway....."
"Listen.....I've seen things on this island you couldn't even begin to imagine," said Richard. "Try me."
Missy let out a breath. "Well.......its 1954 right?"
Richard nodded.
"Well.............this is going to sound weird.......but I wasn't born for another thirty years.....hell, I didn't come to this island until 2004."
"So what are you trying to say?" asked Richard.
Missy sighed. ".......I'm from the future...........as unbelievable as that sounds.............our plane crashes here, on this island in 2004."
Richard frowned and yet didn't say a word, as he tugged the rope away from Missy.
She quickly rubbed at her sore wrists, which were red and raw.
She saw Richard glance down at them concernedly, before looking up quickly as a figure came hurtling towards them.
"What is it?" asked Richard. "What the hell happened?"
The man, who was tall with dark brown hair answered in an estuary English accent.
"Cunningham and I, a group of them surprised us," he said breathlessly. "We were outnumbered but I escaped."
Missy hoped that they were talking about the members of the beach camp.
Maybe Sawyer.
Her heart leapt at the thought of him.
Richard and the man stared daggers at each other, before the newcomers eyes fell upon Missy.
"Who the hell is she?" he asked rudely.
Richard stepped slightly in front of Missy. "It's nothing to do with you Widmore ," he murmured staring angrily at the brown haired man.
Widmore?
"How did you escape?" Richard asked, measuring up to Widmore.
Widmore retorted with a simpering look. "I ran!"
Richard shook his head angrily. "And you didn't think that they might follow you?"
Widmore scowled.
"Their leader is some sodding old man. What? You think he can track me? You think he knows this island better than I do?"
At this Missy began to chuckle.
Both men suddenly turned to her.
"What the hell's so funny?" snapped Widmore.
But Missy continued to laugh.
"Some bald guy right?" she asked staring at him.
Widmore and Richard glanced at one another.
"Yeah," said Widmore icily.
"Then you're screwed," said Missy, suddenly serious, stepping towards Widmore menacingly. "Because that man's name is John Locke......and he knows this place...better than anyone I've ever known."
Widmore gritted his teeth. "He's part of your team then?"
Missy nodded.
"Then give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here," he said threateningly.
"Whoa, Whoa......" said Richard stepping forwards. "No one's killing anyone."
But Missy was still angrily.
"What did you say your name was again? Widmore wasn't it?" she asked the corners of her mouth curving into a grin.
"Yeah, and what's it to you?" he snarled.
"Would that be Charles Widmore?" Missy asked.
The man didn't say anything, but just by the look on his face, Missy knew it was true.
"I wonder what you're gonna do wrong?" laughed Missy to herself.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" asked Widmore, squaring up to her.
"Well...in fifty years time you aren't on this island anymore..........in fact.......you're desperate to get back here." Missy grimaced. "What a sad existence........when all you have in your life is a desperation to get back to this utter hell!"
Roaring with rage, Charles suddenly lashed out and hit Missy painfully across the face.
Richard quickly stepped in front of her and shoved Widmore away.
"Widmore, just go!" Richard shouted angrily, before leading Missy quickly away in the opposite direction.
Missy gingerly touched her painful face.
Her lip was spilt but that was about the extent of the damage.
Richard silently ushered Missy into the shade of his tent.
"Does he do that a lot? Beat women?" asked Missy angrily. "Because where I'm from that's known as domestic abuse."
"Sit down," Richard said quietly, motioning to a rickety camp chair in the corner.
Missy moved over and sat down as Richard rummaged inside a large black chest.
He strode over and sat down opposite her, a bottle of yellow liquid and some cotton wool in his hand.
Missy watched as he poured a little of the liquid onto the cotton and leaned towards Missy.
Carefully he placed the tincture onto Missy's lip.
It stung, and Missy pulled away with a yelp. "It's fine, there's no need," she said shaking her head, but Richard raised his eyebrows.
"It'll help with the swelling, I promise," he murmured.
Missy sighed and braced herself as Richard gently placed the cotton wool onto her cut lip.
He held it there for a few moments, before reapplying some of the liquid onto a fresh cotton-ball.
"Thanks," whispered Missy, quietly, glancing up into his eyes.
Richard shook his head.
The pair sat in silence for a few moments before Richard finally spoke.
"I believe you," he muttered.
"What?"
"What you said about you being from the future, I believe you," he said removing the cotton from Missy's lip.
The pair smiled at each other and a moment passed between them.
Just a flicker of something, but definitely something.
Suddenly there was a commotion and a loud voice began calling Richard's name out in the camp.
Missy's eyes widened.
She knew who it was.
"John," she murmured.
"I'm sorry?" asked Richard glancing at her.
"That's John, John Locke.........that 'sodding old man' your friend Widmore was talking about," said Missy as Richard got to his feet.
Richard glanced out of the tent flaps.
He stared back at Missy.
"I'll be back okay, don't go anywhere......" said Richard giving her a half smile before exiting the tent.
Missy waited inside the cool tent as the minutes past.
She stared around.
There were very little personal effects here.
Missy wondered how Richard and the others lived before the military brought all of this equipment.
Suddenly Missy's head began to pound once again.
She knew what was coming.
Another flash.
She screwed up her eyes tightly as a blinding white light filled her eyes.
"Just promise me Missy," said Sawyer, as they reached the DHARMA village. "You aint' gonna' go runnin' off like that again? I can't have you screwin' up my proposal next week by gettin' shot now can I?"
Missy smiled and shook her head. "Of course not," she said faking a chuckle.
But inside she was still crying.
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