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LOST: The Other Survivor

Chapter: 3

"Hunting and Living Together"

I slept uncomfortably that night, not that I was expecting the Hilton Hotel, but most of the reason why I slept horribly, was because I was going to be crucified by Jack who thought I was a fugitive. I couldn't quite understand why I had the worst luck. So the next morning when Sayid and his group returned from their trek up the mountain, I was relieved to have something distract me.

"Hey." I walked up to Charlie and Kate, who smiled at me tiredly.

"Hey Ceal! Should have stayed here with you- sodding walk didn't help much." Charlie said, and yawned. Kate looked slightly worried, and watched as Sayid went to announce to the other survivors what had happened. Kate tugged my sleeve.

"Come on. I need to tell you and Jack something." She said. I nodded and followed her, with Charlie right behind me. We walked along the calm beach, the sand slowing us of course, but we soon ran into Jack who was on his way back.

"Jack." Kate smiled a little brighter. Jack stopped and glanced at me, then Kate.

"Hey Kate, Charlie, Ceal." Jack nearly mumbled my name. I don't know when he started calling me Ceal, but I took to the nickname.

"Sayid is telling the others that something was blocking our signal, and we just have to find it so we can turn it off- and get our signal out there…" Kate started. Charlie watched Jack who looked tired, and put his hands on his hips.

"But there's more right?" Jack asked judging by Kate's slightly concerned expression. She nodded.

"We don't want to tell the others because it'll freak them out… But you should know. You too Ceal." Kate said turning to me. Boy, I feel special. Jack waited a little nervous looking.

"Alright, there was a French chick's distress call blocking our signal, and her distress call- which Shannon translated, has apparently been on a loop for sixteen bloody years." Charlie said cutting in. I felt fear strike through me.

"What? How- so she was never rescued?" I asked looking from Kate to Charlie. Jack looked at the sand, swept a hand over his face and turned back to Kate for details.

"No. But… We are going to try to find where the distress call is coming from and make a new one." Kate said, moving her hands as she spoke.

"If no one found the French lady's distress call for sixteen years, what's the point of us creating one?" Jack said. I looked at Jack.

"We can at least try." I said. Jack looked at me for the first time.

"Okay. Let me know how that works out." He retorted. I feel like he had a tone. But I decided not to question it, and watched him walk past me, towards the group of survivors. Kate sighed and looked at me a little exhausted. Charlie looked offended for me.

"What's his problem?" Charlie asked turning back to me. I felt my stomach churn, but I guess I should tell them, and not keep it a secret. Somehow that would be more suspicious.

"Jack and I found out the man in the tent is a U.S. Marshal. Jack thinks it's me he was escorting from Australia." I explained, and watched their expressions. Charlie started laughing, but Kate had a strange look on her face.

"Ha, you're a sodding English teacher! You didn't tell him that?" Charlie asked grinning. I nodded but couldn't take my eyes off Kate. For a split second I saw fear in her eyes.

"Uhm, is he awake?" Kate asked looking worried. I shook my head.

"He just woke up for a second, tried to say more, but all he could manage was his occupation." I said. Kate's reaction left me with no doubts. She was the fugitive the marshal was escorting. And judging by the look on her face, she knew I knew.

"Let's get back to the others." I said breaking Kate and I's staring contest. Charlie felt somewhat confused, but followed us back. Kate was the fugitive? I couldn't see Kate with a criminal record…

Later

I met a few new people. Michael, Boone, Jin, Sun, and Locke. Jin and Sun were the Korean couple that didn't speak English. Michael was the African American whom was with his son, Walt. Boone was the brother of Shannon, and Locke… Apparently Locke was a mystery. He was an older man who seemed to know a bit more about survival than the rest of us.

People were looking miserable, and some had started to drag debris off the beach and clear the bodies into the midsection of the plane. I noticed Sawyer had dragged two plane seats into an area a little further from the group and was reading a book. He stretched, then got up to… probably bully-

"Hey Beowulf!" Sawyer yelled at me from across the make shift camp grounds. I sighed.

"Hm?" I mumbled, probably not audible to him, but what do I care? I walked towards more of the wreckage and started to clear more of it off the beach. I found some rope, and slung it over my shoulder.

"Hey, didn't you hear me holler?" Sawyer asked annoyed.

"Yeah, but I felt what I was doing was more important." I said, twirling the rope.

"Twirlin' rope. Well, I'll have your Danish cookie eatin' ass know, that I shot a polar bear, and heard the distress call. Now, what was that little discussion we were havin' about bein' useful?" Sawyer said, a cocky smile crossing his complexion. I never noticed he had dimples.

"Well, congratulations. I'm happy that got your tail wagging sir. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do." I said continuing down the beach. Sawyer wasn't done though. He pulled the rope off my right shoulder, and since I couldn't move my left arm, I pretty much let him.

"Well, I think I could use this rope. When you do somethin' useful, maybe I'll give it back." Sawyer then approached me, so we were inches apart. I glared up at him.

"Don't think cause you're a lady I won't I won't make your stay here on Wonder Island hell." Sawyer said lowly, his voice filled with anger. I didn't even blink.

"Or, I could kick your ass and make you give it back to me." I said, letting the rage fill my voice. Jin and Sun had stopped their walk to watch us. They probably thought Sawyer was going to kill me.

"Try it Smiley." Sawyer said. I could feel his breath on my face now. I looked away. No way I'd win with my ribs in this condition. I slowly walked away from him feeling angrier. I heard Sawyer chuckle behind me.

I walked back to where Charlie and Claire were making "shelter" for our little group. Okay, Hurley isn't 'little' but I meant the number of people being small in our group. I stopped before them. They turned to look at me curiously. Charlie smiled right away recognizing me.

"Hey Ceal! What's-" I interrupted Charlie before he could finish.

"I think I might hate Sawyer." I said, my stress relieving since I was talking about it. Claire giggled, and held her big round stomach. Charlie laughed.

"What'd he do now?" He asked. I sighed and told them what had happened. They laughed.

"It's not funny! He's an ass!" I said flailing my hands. Charlie grinned and stood from the sand.

"You actually threatened to kick his ass in your condition?" Charlie asked impressed. I sighed and looked back to where Sawyer was stringing up a tent with MY rope.

"Yeah. When I get better he's gonna suffer." I mumbled. Charlie and Claire laughed again.

"Well, he is a bit of a wanker. But there's plenty more rope." Charlie said smiling optimistically.

"Yeah, Sawyer is probably trying to deal with this crash in his own sick way." Claire said. Both Charlie and Claire wore black. Claire had a short black dress on that definitely looked cute, while Charlie had dark jeans on and a black sweat shirt.

"I'll be back with rope. Yell if you see farmer Saw-Yer coming my way okay?" I asked. They grinned.

"Will do!" Claire grinned, and her and Charlie went back to work pushing shelter around. I went back to the wreckage and dug through it. I had definitely noticed Sawyer looting some bodies and things from the plane. I thought I should be practical and get some things while I was at it. If we're here for longer than I think- we can't be playing tug-o-war with Sawyer for things we'll need to survive.

The weather kept changing, it was dark even though the day had started three hours ago, and a light shower had begun. I picked up a book.

I heard someone behind me. I had finally collected rope that was actually longer than the previous one, two books, and two water bottles.

"I swear to God Sawyer, you're not stealing this from me, I'll kill you before-" I turned and saw Jack standing behind me. I immediately wanted to slap myself. Jack chuckled.

"Well, that's not helping your case." Jack grinned. I sighed, but laughed too. My brown hair sticking to my face. I needed to find a hair tie.

"Uh, Sawyer stole my rope right off me. Ribs are hurt so I couldn't really do much about it." I said. Jack lead me under shelter that used to be the tip of the wing on the plane.

"I believe you." Jack said sitting. I sat next to him.

"Wow! You do?" I exclaimed sarcastically, and shifted my stash. Jack laughed and looked out at the ocean.

"Yeah, listen, I know it isn't you the marshal was escorting from Australia. So, I'm sorry." Jack said looking me in the eyes. I looked away and at my soaked sneakers. That means he knows its Kate. Maybe she told him.

"How do you know?" I asked looking back at him.

"I… found out who it was." Judging by the look on his face he wasn't gonna give it up. I sighed.

"Kate." I said. Jack stared at me shocked.

"How'd you know?" He asked incredulously. I chuckled at him.

"The look she got on her face when I told her you thought it was me." I explained. Jack had an 'OH' look on his face. He removed his back pack and pulled out some antibiotics. He twisted the cap off and handed me one. I took it and washed it down with some of the water I had found on the beach.

"So. Who are you really?" Jack asked. I sighed and screwed the cap back on my water.

"I'm a twenty-seven, from Denmark, moved to the U.S., and am currently a teacher in the subject of English. Oh, I do like to draw. And black licorice is amazing." I finished. I knew it wasn't the answer he was looking for, but I was hoping he'd get tired of asking and just give up.

"Seriously." Jack said, after chuckling a little bit. I sighed. He looked really exhausted. Sickly.

"Jack, I really can't tell you what you want to hear. In time, if this island becomes our new home, I will tell you who I was." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He watched my eyes and nodded with a small smile.

"Okay. Shake on it?" He held his large hand out for me to shake. I accepted it and shook it smiling.

"It'd be great if we kept this our little secret. Wouldn't want to be accused of being a witch and burned at the stake Jack." I said smiling still. Jack laughed and looked out at the waves.

"I promise. But, I think I'll find out- it's been three days. I'll give it three more." Jack said turning back to me. I smirked.

"Okay. Sounds good to me." I said. Jack and made our way back towards the campsite when the rain let up and we were swiftly greeted by Kate and Sayid.

"The marshal- he's awake!" Sayid said, and pointed towards the tent. Jack immediately switched into doctor mode and sprinted towards the tent. Kate looked really depressed.

"Kate listen, it's gonna be okay." I said putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked at me and took a shaky breath.

"Ceal… I'm the one the marshal was escorting." She said quietly.

"I know. But I don't think you did anything that should make us crucify you. As far as I'm concerned, if they get on you for whatever you did… then I'm in deep shit too." I said honestly. I felt for Kate, and I could honestly relate to her. In a way, I could relate to her the best out of all the people I'd met.

"I won't say anything." Kate said, now in on my still secret's secret. Jeez, I was making my life difficult. I smiled.

"Neither will I. It's getting dark. Want to camp with me, Charlie, Claire, and Hurley?" I asked. She smiled and considered it.

"Yeah. Okay." She said. Throughout the night we heard screams and groans coming from the tent where the marshal was being treated. Kate couldn't sleep and looked guilt striken. Charlie and Claire were asleep next to each other, while Hurley snored away.

"It's my fault." Kate whispered. I rolled over to look at her, the fire a few feet away casting a glow to her face.

"Don't say that. You didn't make the plane crash." I said and put a hand on her shoulder. She placed the palms of her hand on her eyes and sighed.

"If I wasn't in Australia… If I wasn't running… If I didn't do what I did…" She said quietly. There was another scream, and Sayid was on his way to check on the marshal even though Jack was in there already.

"Kate, that's a lot of 'if's. And it really isn't your fault. You have to realize this and understand it." I said leaning on my elbow. She sighed and looked at me.

"Jack knows." She said. I grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"And this is bad because you… are entranced by him?" I asked. She stared at me, then grinned and turned her face away as if to hide a blush.

"I just… maybe. I don't know. I mean, I do have a connection with him." She said admittedly. I felt young. Talking to a new friend about crushes. But I knew Kate was always running around being constructive and helping people that she didn't usually have anyone to talk to. So maybe it was a good thing her and I could be friends.

"It's visible." I said, referring to her and Jack's connection. She smiled. After a bit she fell asleep. The last thing I saw before falling asleep myself was Jin and Sun laying together sleeping. It was a calming image.

Next Day

I awoke to Charlie pushing my shoulder gently. I nearly kicked him, but managed to make it look like I was stretching.

"Hey, you want breakfast?" Charlie asked and offered me what apparently was breakfast. A slice of bread. We were running out of food. Charlie handed me three fourths of water inside a water bottle. And water; we were running out of water.

I ate but found myself hungry still. Kate was gone, and so was Hurley. I noticed Michael and Walt arguing about someone, but kept to myself. As the day dragged on more and more people realized we needed more water and more food. That's when Locke made his grand entrance as a hunter by barely missing Sawyer's face with a hunting knife. Damn.

"We hunt." Locke said smirking, and showed a silver metallic brief case filled with knives. The people around me gasped or just oogled at the knives. I could tell Jack was suspicious- Yes! Someone else in the lime light. Locke decided to go into the jungle and kill a boar. I tag teamed with him, so did Kate, and Michael.

The hunting trip turned out to be quite hysterical. I had to pretend I had no clue what I was doing with a knife, and Locke nearly sent me back to camp through frustration.

"It's been here." Locke said indicating a huge gash in a tree caused by the tusks of a boar. Michael looked disturbed, while Kate looked interested.

A little more walking and a huge boar popped out of nowhere knocking us all over. Michael was badly hurt and Kate yelled for us to go back to camp. Without food? I don't think so. Locke seemed to have the same thing on his mind. He studied his foot for some reason before he got up with a pissed expression on his face and stomped off to where the boar was headed.

"Ceal!" Kate yelled for my assistance. Michael groaned and looked up at me.

"Get Michael back to camp! I'll make sure Locke doesn't kill himself." I said turning and jogging towards Locke. Kate and Michael stood while murmuring something about me and my non-existent knife skills.

I found Locke wrestling with the boar. He saw me and pointed at the knife.

"Get the knife! Stab it!" Locke ordered. I immediately grabbed the hunting knife, strode up, and slit the boar's throat. Blood sprayed on my tank top, jeans, and Locke's shirt and face.

"Well. I'm guessing I'm either a good teacher, or you knew how to use knives before I taught you." Locke said pushing the boar off him.

"You're a good teacher." I said. He chuckled as I handed him the knife.

"Thanks. Let's get back with dinner." Locke said, and threw the boar over his shoulders. We trudged through the jungle and eventually got to camp. Kate ran up to us.

"You got the boar." She said with a small smirk. I nodded grinning. Locke kept walking to the center of the camp where the biggest fire was built. I guess he's prepping our meal.

The skies started to darken, and another shower hit us. I ran to shelter under a tree with Kate behind me. People were running around to their shelters as well. Suddenly Jin came up to us with a makeshift plate with some… sea creature on it. It was yellow, and yes, dead. Then I realized there were a few of them on the plate.

Jin said something neither Kate or I could understand, then he mimicked eating. Kate stared at me as if I was gonna answer 'hell no' for us.

"Well, you never know, it could be good- and we're hungry." I said trying to play down the looks of the sea food. Kate looked pained, but covered it up with a toothy grin. She took one, and handed another to me.

"Skaal." I said, it being Danish for 'Cheers'. I held the thing to my lips and quickly pushed it into my mouth. It was slimy. Rubbery, and had a sweet flavor. When I bit down on it, it broke in half and released liquids inside the creature that were sour. I would have gagged if it wasn't for the fact that Jin was staring at me smiling. Kate looked slightly nauseous as well but gave Jin a thumbs up.

"Most excellent." I said smiling. Jin moved on to try to share his food with others.

"I usually like Asian food…" Kate said trailing off. I keeled over laughing. She started laughing too. The day wasn't too eventful. Locke cooked the boar, it got darker, Kate and I hung out with Charlie and Claire. Hurley was socializing- he and Charlie quickly becoming friends.

As we ate our boar, we saw Sayid approach.

"Take a seat here, good man!" Charlie said, patting the seat next to him. Everyone was in a good mood since we had a good meal in four or five days. I lost count. Sayid smiled and sat, he took a slice of boar and ate it carefully.

"I think if it wasn't for the fact we were stranded here, I'd like it." Claire said looking out over the waves. Charlie nodded, taking another bite of his meal. Kate grinned.

After a while, Sayid turned to Kate and looked rather regretful as he said, "Kate, the marshal would like to talk to you."

Kate froze. She then put her food down and stood, dusted off her pants, and headed towards the tent. I didn't fail to see the gun in her jeans. I wondered when she got that.

After a while of swapping cultural differences with Sayid, a single gunshot went off. Sayid and I stood, our heads snapping in the direction of the tent. Kate was already headed towards us- it couldn't have been her- timing wise, she'd be too far already… So, Sayid and I sprinted back to the tent, past Kate, who looked extremely sad, and halted outside the tent. Sawyer.

"I did what needed to be done." He told Jack who looked like he was about to have a conniption. A gurgled cough came from the tent. Hurley stared horrified at the shelter.

"You gotta be kidding me…" He murmured and raced off. Jack looked like he could kill Sawyer. He said something neither Sayid or I could make out, and disappeared into the tent. Sawyer looked up at me, then Sayid with terrified eyes.

"What…" I started, but Sayid put a hand on my shoulder. He pulled me towards him, and walked me away from Sawyer back to the camp where we had been laughing and talking about our 'previous lives'.

I heard a yelp as I left. I knew what Jack had been forced to do.

Flash Back

"Jesus Christ, that's all you got?" Mark yelled down at me. I wiped my bleeding mouth and looked up at him angrily. He smirked, his thick lips pulling up.

"Ya got the war eyes kid, I'll give ya that." He snickered. I pushed myself off the ground and attempted to round house kick him. His white uniform never got a speck of blood on it- as mine was spotted with red. He dodged and grabbed my foot. Using my own momentum, he threw me to the ground.

"Ow." I mumbled. Mark just grinned. He tightened his black belt.

"So, ya want ta master wide ranges in martial arts?" Mark asked. I had already received one black belt, but I was working on another one. Jiu jitsu.

"Yeah. In my line of business, I have to know how to take care of myself." I said and stood. I was completely defeated. My back hurt, lip, and head. I was exhausted.

"You learned one defensive class already. You're gaining two black belts kid. That's not lookin' for self defense. That's lookin' ta kill." He said. I watched his eyes.

"So why are you teaching me if you think I'll kill with it?" I asked confused. He seriously thinks I'm gonna Kung Fu someone to death?

"Hoping you'll change your mind and use it for tournaments." He said smiling.

"Like the karate kid?" I asked, getting into an offensive stance. Mark got into a defensive stance.

"Something like that." He grinned.

End of Flash Back

The next morning was quiet. People all held away from Jack, unless he made it a point to talk to them. Sayid and I sort of forgave Sawyer- we figured his heart was in the right place after all. He also looked like he wanted to drown in his own guilt.

Charlie and Claire seemed a lot closer, and they started moving more things up the beach to make the shelter bigger.

Michael and Walt seemed to be on good terms, and Kate looked at peace with herself. I saw her and Jack talking, arguing, but I figured Kate won since she left him standing looking after her. I picked up a fruit and ate it slowly. People were definitely getting along a little better.

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