Before I start, I need to explain the timeline Let me explain what happens when, so you can easily follow what is going on.
1. Charlie is given a 3rd chance at life
2. Over time, Charlie moves to the wrong island, while Claire is 'missing'. Sawyer has left with Jack (watch season 4 finales)
3. If you've seen season 4, Sawyer jumps out of the helicopter. He lands back on the island.
4. Sawyer finds Claire, after being informed five people have left the island (Locke knows Sawyer is back on the island). PLEASE NOTE: THEY ARE OFF THE ISLAND, NOT 'RESCUED' (aka in a helicopter)
5. Time passes (Sawyer/Claire move towards the beach, Charlie fights his way off the other island)
6. Both Charlie and the blown up freighter people land back on our island, in which…
7. Ben has successfully moved the island and presto.
I also want to apologize for a lack of Chaire! I needed to do it! And I want to apologize for choppy/short sections! (Gah this chapter sucks)
Again, I own nothing!
The soft sand heaved and sighed from the compressions of the feet frustratingly pounding each grain. Ripples and diminutive footprints marked the trail of the ghost, who walked alone down the sandy shores. He turned his head to view the never-ending mass of ocean that slopped its waves against the island. A simple sigh represented his relief, exhaustion and of course, that love/hate for the island.
One could lose themselves the way Charlie continued on. He never doubted himself, despite his unusual circumstance. The island, a power greater than the rocker ever obtained, depicted the way each person should choose to act on the island's own control. The former DriveShaft member had been selected to be the sacrifice, the one who must help others over himself.
Frustrated, Charlie kicked the sand. None of this will work! I don't even know where he is! … Bollocks! Sometimes, being the sacrifice isn't always the best job.
Claire was dozing uncomfortably on the ground, close to Sawyer. Lately, the conman had protected her and comforted her when she needed it most.
"Just a few more minutes of sleep…" Claire thought.
When Claire woke up, Sawyer was nowhere to be found. Half frantic, half-sleepy, Claire arose and began searching for the Southerner.
"Morning, sweetheart," came a recognizable voice. Claire smiled as she turned around.
"Morning. What were you doing?" questioned the Australian.
"Grabbing some breakfast for us." Sawyer smiled warmly.
"Thanks, I'm starving," grinned Claire. The two had developed a close relationship over the course of what Claire remembered.
The two ate in silence, examining the forest intently. Claire, however, needed disclosure on what had happened to Sawyer before she was found.
"Sawyer, what did you do before you found me? I mean, what happened?"
He looked at her, stopped and sighed deeply.
"Well, sweetheart, I almost didn't find you. I almost didn't come back," Sawyer replied somewhat coldly.
Claire vaguely remembered what Sawyer had said about what happened to him before she entered his world. She tried envisioning things, outrageous and yet simple solutions, none that seemed to fit.
"Saw-," Claire started. She paused for a moment, and then changed her mind. "Never mind, let's just keep moving towards the beach."
Ben took a mirror to his gruesome face and sighed. He had a huge gash under his chin, followed by two deep-set black eyes. The ruthless dictator winced in pain while trying to ease himself into the boat.
"We'll be there soon, so we can tend to-,"
"No, moving the island is more important," Ben declared. "After I move the island, stay with Locke. He can lead you."
The Others looked at each other for approval and nodded in agreement. Ben simply situated himself in a more comfortable position. He smiled at a minute figure swimming slowly in the distance.
As the boat reached the adjacent shores, a small team of Others poured onto the sand to embark towards the Orchid. The jungle trek seemed like eternity as the group approached the abandoned DHARMA station.
"I know my way from this point on. Wait for Locke here," Ben commanded.
The vile man turned and cut through heavy brush, anticipating his arrival at the bizarre station. It was large, over grown with plants and deep within the mountain's thick forest. The greenhouse seemed out of place, but Benjamin Linus knew his way in. Flipping a covert switch, a rickety elevator shaft appeared where shelves of flowers had been.
Down in the real station, Ben scraped around for anything metal. He had to perform the impossible for this island to be saved. Together, he threw the metal in an open doorway, much like a portal. A series of small explosions confirmed his success. Climbing through the portal and past the tarnished metal, Ben found the hole he had always sought for but never wished to see.
It was cold, another abnormality of the island. Ben climbed down the ice ladder, breaking quickly. His air hung for a moment, but he pressed further. Sliding over the ice, Ben grasped the wheel slammed deeply within the island's wall. He groaned at the wheel's resistance, but moved the handle forward slowly nonetheless.
"This is for you Jacob. You got what you wanted." A tear gently rolled down his face.
The wheel began glowing yellow and bright, as Benjamin Linus pushed the handle a full 180º and finished what he had started.
He knew with every stroke that Freckles would do the right thing and he had made a good decision. With every other stroke, however, Sawyer felt the longing to be back on the helicopter to escape this damned island.
Finally, the hated island came into enormous view. Pushing himself to his limits, Sawyer swam headstrong to the island's beach.
"Damn it Hurley, why'd you have to weigh so much?" Sawyer thought greedily.
The con dragged his soaking body up the vacant beach, panting with every step. Sawyer knew he had overshot their side of the island be a long shot, so there was no point of calling out. Instead, he walked straight into the jungle, only to discover he wasn't alone.
The screams came from every direction, all from the same disaster. Jin had explained that the freighter had been laced with C4 explosives and when the boat detonated, everyone had either died of been saved by Daniel Farraday.
Claire looked up to see Dan and Charlotte leaving for another victim trip. The woman Claire had been tending to smiled weakly and drifted off to sleep, leaving the Australian to herself.
The familiar beach seemed so different, but yet all the same. Claire straggled off, leaving the others to think on her own.
"Oh, I-…sorry, I'll just-," Claire started.
"No, don't worry about it sweetheart," replied a calm Sawyer.
Shyly, Claire sat herself down and gazed longingly towards the distance. A small shaft of smoke rose up, barely visible to the naked eye. A loud humming grew as the sky turned ultra violet, like a déjà vu. Claire recognized this and covered her ears, while Sawyer placed a protective arm around her. A deafening roar and boom changed everything.
She knew exactly what to search for, deep within the jungle. Her blonde hair bounced slightly as she walked towards the plant. Her genuine smile glistened as the girl stole a ripe fruit off the tree.
Thinking of the others, she gathered as much as her arms could carry. Juggling all that she could, the blonde spun around. But nothing could stop her arms from dropping every mango she was carrying.
She stood on the edge of the forest, an inch away from the golden beach. Gasping slightly at the man walking in front of her, she blinked several times.
"Charlie?"