Disclaimer: I make no profit from this. Ben and all of the other Lost characters do not belong to me. Helena, however, is mine.

A/N-This is set in season 3 after "The Man Behind the Curtain"

Ch. 7-Patchy

The hours ran together as Helena drifted in and out of sleep. Morning came and went and before she knew it night had fallen. Jacob taunted her with his deafening silence. She worked endlessly to free herself from her bonds but it was useless. She began to think she would go crazy before Ben returned.

The cabin was dark with only a sliver of moonlight coming through the window when Helena heard a noise outside. She heard what sounded like something big falling to the ground with a loud thud. Then she heard a man's voice moan in pain.

Helena's pulse quickened. She wondered if it was Ben and he was hurt.

"Ben?" she called to the darkness.

Silence followed.

At least ten minutes passed and Helena began to think that she had imagined the noise. She jumped when something collided with the door making it shake violently.

"Shit." Helena said under her breath and visions of the smoke monster came to her head.

"Jacob?" she whispered looking around, "Do you know what that is?"

She heard him chuckle in the darkness. He wasn't going to be any help.

Helena heard the moaning again as she saw the door handle begin to turn.

"Please be Ben." She prayed to herself and the door flew open and a tall figure staggered into the room. The figure stopped inside the door, saw Helena, and collapsed on the floor.

The man was dressed in black and blended in with the shadows.

"Hello?" Helena said shakily, not knowing if it was a good idea to talk to this person or not. "Are you alive?"

The man didn't answer, Helena wasn't sure if he was able too.

He used what must have been the last of his strength to turn himself over. When his face fell into the light Helena couldn't believe what she saw, it had to be impossible.

"Patchy?"


"Do you know how he got here?" Jacob asked finally appearing.

She looked at the floor where Mikhail still lay, unconscious.

"No, I never saw the last episode, the finale." Helena answered shaking her head, "Wait, I remember reading something about it. I think he was supposed to go to the Looking Glass. There was something about an explosion and the station flooding."

Helena saw that Mikhail's clothes were still damp and in shreds. She noticed that some places were darker than others. She guessed those dark spots were blood.

"I think he's really hurt Jacob. You don't think he blew up the Looking Glass do you?"

"There was an explosion alright. And aye, he's hurt. If you could see from this side you'd see his hand is nearly gone."

"We need to help him!" Helena said pulling at the ropes around her wrists.

"Why are you suddenly so worried Helena? Why do you care so much about him?" Jacob asked slyly.

"I don't know. I can't just sit here and watch him die."

"You don't have too much of a choice do you? Benjamin made sure of that. I don't think you need to worry about our Mikhail. He is a loyal one, he will be fine."

"You sound very sure of yourself."

Jacob smirked and Helena was reminded of Ben. "Give him a day or two, he just might surprise you."