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Chapter 7: "The middle of hell"

"Sawyer,"

"Huh?"

"We need to talk."

"Wait, I'm watching a movie, it's awesome-"

"Sawyer!"

"What?!"

"We gotta talk."

"By saying that, you can only mean one thing," Sawyer spoke slowly, finally turning his head to look at his long time girlfriend, who was standing in a doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. Was she about to dump him?

"I may consider doin' what you just suggested if you don't turn that damn television off," Ana said, her voice deadly low. He almost sighed in relief at that. So she was not going to break it off with him. As much as it calmed him down, he still didn't like the way she was acting. Something must have happened. Something bad.

"Let's talk then," he said, switching the television off, forgetting all about the awesome movie he had been watching. Ana let out a heavy breath and slowly made her way to their couch, then hesitantly sat down on it, quite far away from him, "You alright, chica?"

"I'm not sure." she admitted, staring straight into his eyes.

"Spill, hun. Just spill," Sawyer growled, trying to get ready for whatever was to come. "But you ain't got a sickness for which there is no cure, right?" He blurted out, fear and concern in his voice, as he moved closer to Ana and grabbed her shoulders, "Shit, just tell me already!"

"I'm fucking pregnant!" She yelled out, somehow happy to finally have it off of her chest. She thought those words would never come out of her mouth and yet they somehow had. "I'm pregnant, God, Sawyer!"

She closed her eyes and waited. She had no idea how he would react. As much as everybody knew how tough she was... she had never been more scared in her whole life. She loved Sawyer so much. She loved him as much as she possibly could and she loved him like she didn't love anybody else in her life, so the possibility of him leaving her was frightening the crap out of her. And even after almost five years of being together, they had never talked about kids. They never even talked about marriage. They lived together, slept together, shared money together, but they never even thought about creating a family together. Not even once.

Ana held her breath, opened her eyes and her heart sank at the look he gave her. This was it. She was sure of it. He was going to leave now. In less than a few seconds, he was going to fucking go to their bedroom, pack all his shit and leave--

"I love you, you know that, right?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, not knowing what he was still doing here and why he was hurting her even more by saying that to her before leaving.

"You thought of any names already?"

Ana stiffened and gaped at him in disbelief.

"What?"

"Did you think of any names already?" He asked her again in a careless tone. "I always liked 'Joseph', but I don't think our child would like it--"

"So, you're not leaving?" She interrupted him, still wearing a shocked expression on her face.

"What?" He growled, frowning. "What are you talking about, chica? Why would I be leaving? Are you sure you don't have a fever? Or are the hormones kicking in already?" Sawyer teased, rubbing her shoulders lightly and grinning from ear to ear like a kid who just got a lollipop.

"I, uh--" she stammered, "I just didn't think--- Wait, WHAT? Do you really think I'd let you name our son Joseph?! You're dreaming, Cowboy!"
"Well, what's wrong with it?"

"Everything!"

"What about Wilhelm?"

"Gah, you're so mean!" Ana laughed, hitting him playfully on his arm and completely forgetting about her fears. He wasn't going anywhere. He really wanted this baby, he wanted to create a family with her.
"What?! Kid would love it!" Sawyer responded, making her chuckle and shake her head. "You really thought I'd leave you, dumbass?" He asked her and she hit him again.

"Watch your mouth, shitface." Ana said and his eyes widened, as his mouth opened wordlessly.

"What did you just call me?!" He growled in disbelief, feigning shock. She chuckled and didn't even manage to blink before he pushed her out of her sitting position and pinned her to the couch, glancing down at her tummy, "I don't want our baby to be alone in there, so c'mon, let's make twins!"

Ana laughed and pulled him into a kiss, thinking she had never felt happier. And more relieved, too. Suddenly, she felt stupid that she suspected Sawyer about leaving her and their baby. How could she even think that?

Ana shrugged off her thoughts, when Sawyer took off his shirt, not wanting to worry about anything else at the matter, but as if on cue--

"Argh, dammit!" The Southerner muttered, as Ana's cell began to ring. She sighed in annoyance herself, but reached for the cell to take it out of her pocket anyway, which turned out to be a hard thing to do with Sawyer's full weight on top of her.

"Tell me who the hell it is so I can hurt them later," he groaned, his face curved in anger.

"It's Charlie," Ana replied, smirking at his anger, before answering, "Sup, man?"

There was a moment of silence in which Sawyer tried to get Ana out of her own top and for a second she looked ready to help him with that, but then suddenly her eyebrows furrowed and she put her free hand on his to shrug it off of her waist and then slightly pushed him away and propped up her weight on her elbow with a serious expression on her face.

"What?" She rasped, making Sawyer send her a questioning, worried look. "Yes, sure... Ok, all right, we'll be right there, I swear."

Ana pushed him away fully and then quickly got up.

"What's wrong?" Sawyer asked, as she threw his shirt at him.

"Get dressed," she told him, "We're going to the hospital."

"What happened?" He questioned, pulling the shirt over his head in a hurry. Still holding her cell, Ana grabbed some bags from the nearest table and turned to look him in the eye.

"Claire's having a baby."

The End of flashback


"Which way, Vincent? Which way? Come on. Follow the trail!" Ana spurred on her dog, as she and Sawyer practically ran after him. She was holding the dog's leash and Sawyer was holding Charlie's baseball bat in his hand.

After what seemed like an hour, they made their way to a track. They followed it, passing an old, destroyed fence by on their way and finally they got to a downward slope, leading to a dark, dismal mine.

They stopped in front of a big, wooden door and looked at each other, as if they needed the slightest hint of comfort, which being together definitely was.

"Come on, big guy. I hope you're not afraid of the dark," Ana said, breaking the eye-contact and staring down at Vincent.

Together, they opened the door and entered the mine slowly and carefully, sensitive to every single sound.

"Here, get the flashlight," Ana whispered, turning her back on Sawyer, so he could take it out of her backpack. "Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," he whispered right back after a few seconds, zipping up the backpack. "Let's go."

So they did. Further and further into the darkness with each step...


Flashback

About one year ago

"Excuse me!"

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, we're looking for Claire... Claire Littleton--"

"Claire Pace," Ana corrected, interrupting him. "She's having her baby, do you know where we can find--?"

"Yes, of course, I do," the nurse said. "Follow me, please."

And she walked away. Sawyer and Ana glanced at each other, both out of breath and then quickly ran after the woman. She lead them down some stairs and into a hall, where they immediately spotted Charlie with his head buried in his hands, as he was sitting on a chair in a delivery ward.

"Charlie!" Ana gasped, coming over to him. He looked up at the sound of her voice and relief appeared on his pale, sweaty face. He barely managed to get up before he found himself being pulled into a hug.

"We came as fast as we could," the Latina announced, as they broke apart. "Is she all right? What happened?"

"I don't know... they don't wanna tell me anything," he told her in a tired, resigned voice. "We were almost asleep and all of a sudden she went to the bathroom. Then I heard a crash, so I jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom and she was lying there on the floor... and-and there was so much blood... I didn't know what to do, I couldn't-- I couldn't find my cell, I--"

"It's gonna be ok," Ana assured him quickly, hugging him again, "she'll be just fine, don't worry."

"They said it's too early..." Charlie mumbled, his eyes filling with tears. "She's not ready yet, but she had to, because the baby would die inside of her if she didn't---... we had no other choice, but it... the baby could die anyway..."

"It's not gonna die," she stated firmly, pulling away slighty to cup his face in her hands. "Everything's gonna be all right, ok? Trust me."

He nodded, snivelling.

"I don't want to lose her now."

"You won't," Ana whispered and he looked straight into her black eyes with fear and sorrow. "Remember what we were doing back when we were kids? Remember what we were doing when one of us was scared?"

Charlie let out a weak chuckle and nodded again.

"But I don't see any bed we can hide under now."

"That's not what I mean." she said, letting a small smile appear on her face. "When I was scared, you were always there for me and I was always there for you when you needed it, remember?"

"Yeah," Charlie whispered softly, continue to fight away his tears.

"Well, nothing's changed. I'm here for you. And you know that nothing bad can happen to you when I am with you, so Claire's going to be all right."

Charlie was too tired and too scared to respond, so he just nodded again, letting her know with his eyes how much he appreciated that she was there with him. Ana was the best friend he could ever dream of having.

"I promise that she's gonna be okay," Ana stated, feeling Sawyer's eyes on her. He probably thought it wasn't the best idea to make such a promise, but Ana knew what she was talking about. She didn't know how to explain it, but something told her that Claire was going to be just fine. "I promise."

A few hours passed and there was no news on how Claire was doing. Charlie was once again sitting with his head buried in his hands and Ana was right beside him, her arm was wrapped around his waist for comfort and she was gaping at the white wall in front of her with shiny eyes. Sawyer was pacing around the hall impatiently.

Finally, a nurse approached them.

"Mr. Pace?"

Charlie was on his feet, before Ana could so much as blink, staring at the woman with fear.

"Yes, it's me," he replied, his voice shaking. Ana also stood up, grabbing his hand to calm him down. Sawyer came over to them, too, gaping at the nurse with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Congratulations," the woman smiled, "you have a strong, healthy son."


It was cold in that mine. So cold that Ana started to shiver, trying to convince herself that it was just the freezing air on her arms and back that possesed her body to react that way. It must have been just the air. There was no room for being scared now.

"Sawyer," Ana spoke suddenly, as the flashlight she was now holding enlightened a dark corner of a mine and made her notice something between the rocks, "look."

He stopped and his eyes found what Ana had noticed.

"What's that?" He rhetorically asked and they both came over to take a closer look at whatever it was.

There were a lot of hacks, which had all been driven into the ground, choppers upwards. There were black and white pictures of some people, leaning against each hack. Ana was under the impression that it looked like a cementary, but with hacks instead of crosses.

"Let's go." Sawyer's voice echoed in her ears, but she didn't hear him at first. "Chica, come on." He tried again, when she didn't react. Eventually she tore her gaze away from the hacks and looked at Sawyer. Not knowing what to say, she just nodded and they kept on moving, following Vincent.

After a few minutes they spotted a small source of light somewhere ahead. They made their way to it and it lead them out of the mine. The burning sun blinded them and they covered their faces with their arms. As their eyes slowly began to get used to the bright light, they dropped their arms at the same time and noticed something below the hill they were on top of.

It looked like a small town. Sawyer and Ana approached the edge of the hill and now they could clearly see little houses, gathered between the hills.

Ana felt a lump in her throat and swallowed hard, tightening her grip on Vincent's leash. Not taking her eyes off of the town, she blindly reached for Sawyer's hand and then grabbed it with hers. He turned his head slightly and glanced down at their tangled hands and then up at Ana's profile and gave her soft hand a light squeeze, trying to assure her that everything was going to be all right, trying to calm her down, comfort her, so that she wouldn't have to be so scared. Although, as much as he didn't want to admit that, he had never been more scared in his entire life himself.

Not letting go of Ana's hand, he reached for his pocket to take a walkie out and then put it close to his mouth, wondering what he should say. "Charlie?... Charlie, we followed the blood trail. It leads to a town or something out here." Silence answered him. "Charlie?"


Flashback

About one year ago

"He's beautiful and looks just like his mommy!" Charlie excitedly informed Sawyer and Ana, who were anxiously waiting their turn to see the baby.

"You picked a name yet?" Ana asked, smiling happily at the good news.

"Yup. Claire did. Aaron."

"Nice," Sawyer commented with the biggest grin anyone had ever seen on his face. "So when can we go see him?"

"Right now, come on," Charlie said and motioned with his arm for them to follow him. He lead them down the hall and then through some door to a room. Children's whimpers could be heard before they had even entered.

There were a few beds in that room and Claire was lying on the farthest from the door, right beside a window. Sawyer smiled even wider, if that was possible, at the sight of a small figure in her arms, wrapped up in a white, soft blanket. They made their way to her bed and she looked up, tears still glistening in her blue eyes, skin still slightly flushed.

"Hey," Claire spoke in a tender, quiet voice, "say hello to Aaron."

Ana stood there, stiffened, as her hand automatically wandered down to her tummy. In less than nine months, she would be the one lying in a hospital bed with a sweet, little child in her arms. She couldn't believe it. She was going to be a mother--

"You ok?" Charlie asked her suddenly and she glanced up, noticing the concern on his face. Sawyer was also staring at her, knowing very well what was that about, since he felt exactly the same. Because in less than nine months he would be coming to the same hospital to see Ana lying in a hospital bed with their baby in her arms.

"Yeah," the Latina smiled. "I'm great," she added and sat down on the bed, right beside Claire. "He's beautiful."

"That he is," the blonde woman confirmed, kissing her son's warm forehead. "Do you wanna hold him?" She asked Ana, whose eyes widened immediately.

"I, uh--" Ana stammered, but Claire was already giving her Aaron.

"Go ahead, take him."

So she had no other choice, but to take him gently in her arms. He was really beautiful. His eyes were blue and innocent, just like Claire's. And he had such sweet little fingers, that Ana had to swallow back her tears of happiness at the thought she was going to have her own little, sweet baby soon.

"I gotta pee," Claire announced all of a sudden, glancing at Charlie, who nodded and came over to her.

"We'll be right back," he told Sawyer, as he helped Claire out of the bed. "You stay here with Aaron, alright?"

"Sure," the Southerner agreed, smiling and sitting down beside Ana. He waited until Charlie and Claire had left the room and then turned his head to look at Aaron.

"So, chica," he started in a careless tone, "how do you like it so far?"

"He's not my baby," Ana remarked, smirking at him.

"Seriously?" he asked, rising his eyebrows and pretending to be shocked. "You're lookin' good with him, though. You're doin' all right."

"Like I'll believe you," Ana mumbled, rocking Aaron gently in her arms.

"I'm serious, Ana," Sawyer said and as she gazed at him, she really noticed the serious expression on his face. "You're gonna be a great mom."

Her eyes softened and she sent him an uncertain, small smile.

"And they keep on asking me what makes me love you so much."

He smiled back at her and it wasn't one of those cheesy, shit-eating smirks Ana had seen him give her so many times. This smile was different. It was like Sawyer suddenly decided to grow up and quit being just an annoying perv (though sweet in a very weird Sawyer-ish way) and become an adult. Become a man who finally found somebody he cared about more than he could ever imagine.

"You know what, mija?" He growled, wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her closer to him. "Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

She rolled her eyes with a smirk and then glanced back down at the baby.

"But I love ya more," he added after a few seconds, making her look up again.

"Not possible," she responded and he just grinned wider, letting her know he was about to give some smart-ass remark or sarcastic comment of his.

"You think they can hurry up?" Sawyer asked, referring to Charlie and Claire and Ana frowned.

"Why?"

"I still feel like making the twins, y'know..."

That was why she loved him. She didn't need a man who would always take everything serious. She didn't need a guy who would buy her roses from time to time. She didn't want a fucking prince charming. She wanted a guy like Sawyer. Nothing more, nothing less. Just Sawyer. And she was happy.

"Perv," Ana spat playfully, throwing her head back and laughing at his so Sawyer-like comment.


"Charlie?" A husky voice rang out in a radio, "Charlie, we followed the blood trail... It leads to a town or something out here... Charlie?"

But unfortunately nobody was in the trailer to hear Sawyer's words.

Outside, though, Kate was rolling a tyre, panting, finding it hard to breathe as the air around her became hot and thick. The rising sand was stinging her already watery eyes. She placed the tyre a few meters away from the trailer and opened up a white bottle with fuel she was holding in her hand, then poured the liquid all over it. She threw the bottle away and then reached into her pocket and took out a box of matches, took one out and struck it, then threw it down on the tyre, making it set on fire. A thick, black smoke began to rise into the air and Kate looked up at the sky, praying for somebody to see it, for somebody to hear their calls...

She licked her lips, tasting her dry blood and turned around to see a kneeling Charlie with a hammer in his hand. She swallowed hard and slowly came over to him. He was driving small pales into the sand, gasping and swearing under his breath.

They were setting up traps for them...those people... whoever they were. It was a part of their plan. Sawyer and Ana were supposed to go for the baby, while Kate and Charlie stayed near the trailer, trying not to get themselves killed.

"Stay here 'till it starts to grow dark," Sawyer had told them, "If we're not back by that time... just go."

"Who knows?... Maybe someone heard our calls..." Kate murmured in a hopeless tone, apparently trying to convince herself more than Charlie. The Brit looked up at her with his eyebrows furrowed in pure fury.

"Nobody's gonna hear the fucking calls, Kate!" He yelled. "Nobody's gonna see the goddamn smoke in this goddamn desert!" He shouted, as he continued to drive small wooden pales into the sand and out of his anger and desperation he accidentally hit his hand with the hammer. "Oh fuck, God!" He screamed, shaking his hand and grunting in pain. Kate was gaping down at him for a few seconds and then, despite how hard she tried to fight her tears, she began to sob quietly. Charlie sucked in a breath and then glanced up at her again. And he felt ashamed for yelling at her, for acting this way. He didn't mean it. Any of it. But, after all, the sorrow after losing Claire and Jack and the fear about Aaron, Sawyer and Ana took the best of him and he just needed to lay it all on something... anything. He just had to feel something other than sorrow, something other than fear.

Charlie stood up and slowly, hesitantly, pulled Kate into a hug and that's when she totally broke, crying out loud and wrapping her limp hands around his torso, burying her face in his t-shirt.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and she just shook her head against his chest, whimpering, letting him know she understood. Because she knew how he felt. The man she loved was gone. Her close friend was gone. And Sawyer and Ana were out there, maybe already pain was too overwhelming. "I'm so scared!" Kate cried, pulling him even closer to her, as if she was afraid, that at any second he could be gone, too. "Who are these people?!"


They felt like some random characters from a script of a lame horror movie. An ex-cop and her ex-lover, stranded in the middle of nowhere, risking their own lives to save their friend's baby from evil strangers they knew nothing about.

Old, dirty, destroyed houses and cars sorrounded them in the town. Wind made sand rise into the air and it was stinging their eyes painfully.

"Sawyer," Ana rasped and he turned to see her pointing at some board in front of them.

Test Village

38

Military Area

Rise of radiation

United States' Property

They were looking at it for a while and then, Sawyer shook his head and glanced at Ana once again.

"Come on," he whispered and when she still didn't move, he grabbed her elbow tenderly and urged her to keep moving.

They spotted swings on their left. There were kid dummies sitting on them. Their clothes and faces were black, as though they were burned. They saw some more dummies, standing in front of some houses.

A few meters away stood an old, red car with its boot opened. Ana stroked Vincent's ears and she and Sawyer came over closer to the nearest house and just as they were about to make their way to the corner, somebody appeared and they quickly backed away and pressed their backs to the wall behind them.

The man, if you could call him that, was tall and rather fat. His face was utterly mutated, it wasn't anywhere near a human's face. He looked like a monster. His eyes were wild and cold. And he was dragging a dummy with him by its legs, which were tied up.

Ana and Sawyer slowly sank down the wall and crouched in a shadow, careful not to make any sounds but just then Vincent squealed quietly. Horrified, Ana quickly grabbed his mouth to shut him up, but it was too late, as the man had already heard that and quickly turned on his heels to find out what had made that sound.

Ana felt Sawyer tug at her arm and she glanced at him with widened eyes, but he just put a finger to his lips and mouthed 'follow me'. She had no idea what he was going to do, but anything was better than waiting for that guy to find them. So she knelt down and slowly followed Sawyer, making sure they stayed in the shadows.

Sawyer slowly crawled behind the car with an open boot and waited for Ana to catch up to him with Vincent. She finally did and they both froze, motionless, hearts in their throats.

There was a dead silence and it seems like it lasted ages, before the man came over to the place where they had been, just moments ago. He looked around, narrowing his dark eyes and then turned back to the dummy, grabbed the line and walked away, dragging it with him.

Ana let out a heavy breath and Sawyer closed his eyes, thanking God in his mind. They rested just for a few seconds, trying to calm down and then they picked themselves up.

"That was close," Sawyer commented, sighing in relief and clenching his fists to stop them from shivering. Then he felt Ana's hand squeeze his shoulder hard. "What?"

She didn't answer, just kept staring at something before her. He followed her gaze and realized what had made her so stunned. They were standing right in front of a window and in behind it, on a bed, there was Aaron. He was completely alone in that room, just lying on the bed, waving his little legs and arms and gaping at the ceiling.

"Son of a bitch," Sawyer breathed, before turning to Ana and grabbing her hand. "Come on, let's go take him and let's get outta here."

She nodded slowly and then glanced back at Vincent.

"We can't go in there with him. He could squeal or bark again. Too risky."

"You're right," he agreed, although he didn't like that idea at all. Having the dog around them made them feel much safer. "Let's lock him up in that car," Sawyer suggested, pointing at another old and destroyed car, which was just like the rest of them. Ana nodded again and came over to it, opened the door and told Vincent to jump inside.

"Stay here, good dog, good boy..." she murmured, stroking his ears lovingly. The dog squealed dismally, as if he knew his guardians might not come back for him. Ana was gaping at him for a few more seconds and then closed the door. "We'll be right back," she added and followed Sawyer to the door of the house. He was holding the baseball bat in front of him, ready to attack.

Sawyer opened the door slowly with one hand and looked inside. There was nobody in the corridor. He came in and glanced back at Ana to nod, letting her know it was clear. She followed him inside and closed the door as quietly as possible. They walked down the corridor slowly and carefully and, finally, at the end of it there was the room in which they had spotted the bed with Aaron lying on it. They smiled at the sight of him and, as they were passing by a room on their right, Ana noticed there was somebody inside and quickly grabbed Sawyer's arm and pulled him back.

Fortunately a television was switched on and it drowned all the gasps and sounds they had made.

"- Did you push her?...- Yes."

The Southerner hesitantly bent down to take a look at who was in that room.

"- Did you destroy the furniture? ... - No."

There was a bald, fat man. He was sitting in a rocking armchair, his back turned on the doorway and he was facing the television that stood in front of him. He had a head of a dummy on his knees and was brushing its hair lazily.

"Did you call her trailer park trash?"

Sawyer looked back at Ana and put a finger on his lips. They held their breaths, as they started to walk by the room so slowly that it seemed like they were going to stop moving at all.

"- So now you're saying you still-...- I'm still in love with her."

The man looked sort of busy, rocking himself in the armchair and brushing the dummy's hair, from time to time glancing up at the television, apparently having no idea that two people were right behind him.

"Okay, but-... So, you said you treasured the marriage...and you wanted to end it two weeks after you got into it?"

Ana was ahead of Sawyer and her heart started to beat faster and faster, as they were nearing the room in which Aaron was.

"I wanted to end it because I have- ... I had a feeling that things weren't gonna work together..."

Finally they entered the room and Sawyer nodded to Ana.

"Go take him," he whispered, looking back to make sure nobody was behind them. Ana came over to the bed and as soon as Aaron noticed her face, he smiled sweetly. She smiled back at him, quickly looking him over for any wounds and then bent over and carefully picked him up.

"It's ok, we're here, baby..." she comforted him, stroking his head gently.

"She wasn't working as a team player with me, and I tried coaching her-"

Aaron let out a soft noise, something between a sigh and whimper and Ana hugged him tighter.

"Shh, shh, baby, it's ok.." she tried to assure him, as Sawyer sent her a desperate look.

"- Is she your child? - No, she's not my child, but she-"

They exited the room ad began to make their way to the door.

"She wanted me to eat dinner-spaghetti-"

Ana and Sawyer walked by the doorways, just as slow as before, trying not to make any sounds, not even breathing. The man was still sitting in that rocking armchair, watching television with the head of dummy still in his lap.

"-and I wanted to do it before it got cold."

They were so close to the door, praying and asking God to help them get out of there safely. Ana tossed Aaron gently in her arms and smiled down at him, silently telling him it was going to be all right.

But then... she picked her head up and since Sawyer was too busy examining the rooms on their rights, he didn't notice a figure quickly approaching them from around the left corner.

Everything happened so fast, but Ana saw it in slow motion. She could feel her lips parting in shock to exclaim and she didn't even know when the words came out of her mouth;

"Sawyer, look OUT!"

But it was too late. Something hard and cold made contact with his head before he could fully turn his head. He fell on the floor with a thud, dropping the baseball bat.

The last thing he heard was Aaron's whimpers...


A/N: Thanks for the reviews once again and sorry it took me sorta longer to update this chapter. I'll try to update sooner next time. Hope you liked it!