But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt—that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd—fell
An essence—powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

- The Happiest Day by Edgar Allan Poe

--

Do you believe in Destiny?
Chapter 6, Pride and Power

----

Brian was scared of many things. He was scared of the dark. He was scared when their mother closed the curtains. He was scared when she turned on the lights. He was scared of the sight of the sun disappearing behind the trees and the sound of the keys in the door. He was scared that when his father would step into the living room he would smell of alcohol.

When he saw his mother close the curtains for the day Brian did was he usually did. He found his new hiding place. Under the bed was no choice, that's where his Dad would look first. His dull eyes glaring into his and with a harsh grip drag him out. He couldn't run outside because his frustrated mother would stop him and behind the closed curtains was no option, his feet would show. This time it was in his mother's closet. He closed the closet door and hid himself behind her shoes and perfume smelling clothes. If he was lucky his father would be too drunk and tired to make an effort searching after him. He tried to breathe as silent as he could. All of a sudden the closet door opened, but if was just his little brother Damien.

"Can I come in?" he whispered and looked frightened. He was holding his miniature dinosaur under his arm; he never let it out of his sight.

"There's only room for one here," Brian answered him coldly and pushed his back against the closet wall.

They keys turned the lock on the door.

"Please," his brother begged and fear shone in his eyes. Brian spread his legs out so there would be no room.

"No," Brian said and closed the door in front of his brother's face. Then he listened as his brother cried with every punch.

----

The jungle was dark but small spots were lightened up by the torches in their hands. Small drops of rain fell down but not enough to drown the fire. The jungle was even more terrifying in the dark but Jack continued to run through it, searching after Claire, Owen and Bonnie.

They weren't the only people on this island.

And the other people had taken them.

He'd already sent Wendy to warn those by the beach when he and Sean returned after not finding any trail at all and organized a search party. It was all confusing and he saw in their eyes that they were scared. Whatever had happened to Sawyer he didn't even dare to think about. It was too unimaginable, that there were people out there – watching them.

And now hunting them.

"CLAIRE! OWEN! BONNIE!" he screamed into the night and was accompanied by the shouts from the other people, Margo had a loud scream.

In his right hand he held one of the guns they had found, Sean had protested but the other survivors didn't know what happened between him and Claret in the jungle. They only thought Sean was stressed and not that Jack had held someone at gunpoint earlier.

He needed to concentrate on finding them, not to think of what he'd done. He breathed heavily and picked up his pace.

"Hey I found something!" Zidler shouted from his left.

"What is it?" Margo rushed towards them.

"Uh, it's nothing… sorry," he said embarrassed "I thought I had found a ring or something but it was just dirt."

Jack sighed, they had been walking for hours, they weren't trackers, no matter what Zidler said, and they hadn't found a single trail. He hated to admit it, but Locke was better at this. He had taken another way and Jack hoped he had taken the right one. With every second they were further away from safety, with every second the chances of finding them got smaller and smaller.

--

Rosalie had like usual stayed behind. Not because she wasn't able to help, but because of Sawyer. He had slipped into a worried coma and sweated and whimpered. He got wounds over his head like he had been hit several times and his arm were full of places where needles had been stuck in. he looked terrible.

At first she had cried, but now she was in an eerie calm. She could cry and scream later, now it was important that she was there for Sawyer.

"Hello, is somebody here?" Rosalie stopped bathe his wounds and turned her gaze to Bonnie who stumbled into the cave. Never had Rosalie been happier to see her.

"Bonnie!" she yelled. Bonnie turned her head and saw her and Sawyer. She looked almost as terrible as him, dried blood had run down her messy hair, her face was dirty and she almost looked like a zebra in the face where her tears had made runnels in the dirt.

"Is… is that Sawyer?" she whispered and took a step forward, but just in time Florence came in with more blankets, which she all dropped when she saw Bonnie.

"Oh god, I thought you were a zombie!" she said in a high pitched voice and helped Bonnie to sit down "what happened to you? Are you Claire and Owen all right?"

"Claire and what?" Bonnie asked.

"Owen, you know the mean person that Sawyer calls Marty. Jack and the others are out looking for-"

"No! No… Ethan he, he knocked me out I just woke up and tried to find my way here again… what, what happened to Owen and Claire?" Bonnie looked from Rosalie to Florence with dread.

Rosalie who had stared frozen came alive when Sawyer's eyelids fluttered and she started to bathe his forehead again. Florence began to tell Bonnie everything while giving her a bucket of water to clean herself up. Bonnie listened and yelled swear words from time to time.

And every time Sawyer whispered silent words.

--

The night had been replaced by morning.

Locke, Brian and Boone had more important things on their mind right now. The whole night they had been looking after Claire, Owen and Bonnie – only to come back and see that Bonnie was alive and well. With the promise to keep searching they had gone back to the forest, but not to search, but to open the hatch.

Brian felt bad about it, but Locke said that the morning rain had washed away all the tracks and it now was impossible to find a trail. There really was nothing they could do.

They had started to work on the trebuchet. Boone and him joking around with a serious looking Locke, but as they worked Brian got a more and more uneasy feeling in his stomach, he guessed this was what they called guilt. He hated it.

----

Brian opened the creaking door to his mother's room.

He stood silent as he watched his mother stop kissing the unknown man on the bed. She stared at him with wide eyes and Brian looked down at the ground before he closed the door behind him.

He sat himself down on their small couch and turned on the television. He ignored his mother's pleads and didn't look away from the screen once. The people on the screen were laughing, gorgeous hair and perfect in every single way, he switched the channel. It was the news, bombings, a girl's suicide, highest abduction rate in - he switched it again.

When his father came home he was drunk again and told Brian to get to his room. Brian just looked blank before him as he stepped into the room and his father closed the door behind them. His father raised his hand…

"I found mom with another man today," Brian said in a toneless voice.

Then he hid in the closet again and listened to the horrid cries from his mom.

----

"You didn't even find a trail?" Florence asked Sean in a hushed voice, they sat in the caves and Sean was packing water bottles into his backpack. He took a deep breath.

"No, but we're going again in an hour, we have to find them, but still… it's like they just disappeared into thin air."

"Do you think they are all right?" she whispered hoping for a conversation but he stood up.

"I'll see you later," he said and didn't even look at her before he trailed after Jack and kept a close look on him, always on guard for Jack to go nuts.

Florence bit her lip; she hated it but felt actually a bit hurt when Sean just walked away. But he had to search she guessed, she had never really known Claire and Owen. She couldn't talk to Claire and Owen was, well Owen. She didn't miss them but still wanted to find them, it was strange, but not much and she wondered why that was. Had the island made her a cold ruthless person?

Well, if anything had made her a cold ruthless person it wasn't the island she thought bitterly.

She saw Charlie and knew his pain; everyone had noticed how he cared about Claire. But none of them knew how it really felt to lose someone you loved she thought again bitterly.

"Did they already go? Oh no, no I was supposed to go with them, which direction?" Charlie asked Flor in a frantic voice, his eyes were red and he looked sick.

"Charlie are you all right?" Florence asked when she saw how he twisted his fingers and eyes twitched.

"I was su- supposed to look after Cl- Claire where are they?" He said in a high pitched voice and looked like he was on the edge of tears.

"They left-"

"Oh no, no, no," he whispered and put his hands on his head. Florence felt distressed.

"Charlie, maybe you should just relax…" she told him but he waved her off and set into the direction of the jungle, but the completely wrong way. Florence wondered if she would tell him that or just let him go, but if he was sick it was dangerous for him to be alone…

Flor made a decision and hurried out into the jungle after him. She couldn't see him but when she saw the broken twigs she could easily follow his steps. She pushed some branches a side and saw Charlie sitting by a tree.

He was snorting heroin.

--

"She said I was a murderer, Dom," Kate whispered and glanced at the sun coming up on the sky "she… it's all different now."

"I'll talk to her," Dom said and Kate watched the beach camp that they had moved while she had been looking for Sawyer. Kay had apparently decided to stay there and she was now helping Rose set up a tent.

"I thought she was mad at you too."

"Oh come on sis, who can resist me?" Dom smiled and made a pose which made Kate laugh. He made her feel much better.

"I can," Lorraine said and dumped a box on mango's on him "this needs to be taken to the caves; I guess the people out there looking must eat too."

Wendy who walked by them grinned viciously but she had barely taken another step before Lorraine dumped another box full with fish on her.

"And you missy can take those," Lorraine said and stomped away from them to yell at someone else. Dominic took a bite out of a mango.

"Hey those are for the people searching!" Kate raised an eyebrow.

"Then let's search!"

--

Dom had tricked Kay into coming with them on a day long search after Claire and Owen. The three of them all had backpacks full of water bottles and food to survive the day. They decided to go left and on the beach instead of the jungle, rounding the island. Someone had to do it sometime Dom said.

What he hadn't counted on was Fox Edwards, he'd been sent to tell those at the beach about Bonnie's return and when he heard they were going out on an one to two days search he had uninvited tagged along. No matter how much glares Dom sent him he still didn't get the point.

So now the four searchers walked side by side – without even saying a word. It was getting quite awkward. Kay and Kate couldn't solve their problems with Fox around, and Fox seemed depressed and refused to say anything and Dom, well he had at least tried to bring up a conversation.

"Do you like sports?" Dom asked Fox even though he doubted it. Fox didn't answer but tripped over a rock.

It was going to be a long day.

--

"Hey Mike," Lorraine greeted him when he and Walt came back from the caves with water bottles.

"Hey," he answered and Walt ran off with Vincent. Michael seemed angry and with unnecessary violence he cut a mango in half. Lorraine could feel his wrath.

"Wow, aren't you the cheery one today?" she said.

"How'd' you know?" he asked and sighed, his anger wearing off.

"I just know," she told him and she could hear him chuckle.

"You really are something aren't you?" he took a bite out of the mango.

"I consider myself to be a gift to humanity." Lorraine took one of the pieces without asking.

"You know, almost everyone seems to have forgotten," Michael said.

"What do you mean?"

"That we got to be rescued, that we got to find a way off this island! I mean, look – uh, these people are starting to settle here!" he said upset.

"What are you suggesting?" she took a sip of the water.

"I say we build a raft!"

Lorraine spit out the water "a raft?" she asked and coughed.

"I used to be an architect; I think we could do it."

"You know what - I'm in."

"Great," Michael said simply to an offended Lorraine.

"Great? You know this is a big deal for me to actually help you voluntarily?"

"Should I praise you?"

"I wouldn't ask for less.
--

"We should try this tomorrow," Locke said and admired their work, the night had started to fall and the sun quickly hid itself behind the large trees.

"Why wait until tomorrow?" Brian asked "I say we try it now!"

"Yeah," Boone agreed and measured the trebuchet they had spent the day building.

"All right, step back…" Locke said.

After their whole construction broke down and still hadn't made even a scratch on the hatch, Brian admitted they should have waited until the morning.

----

Ryan James was a racist.

It was a well known fact around the school; he made fun on the black girls and thought he was above the black guys. It didn't matter if you were brown, Asian or even from any country with a slightly different skin color. He didn't show any respect, when you tried to speak with him he didn't look directly at you and he had been seen cluttering racist and anti-semitism jokes on the back of the gym.

Something had to be done, they all agreed on that. And when something had to be done it was Brian Haligan who did it. They had it all planned, this Friday they would round him after school and show the guy to show some respect. Because people like him deserved it.

Brian had been sent by his mother to go grocery shopping. The only reason he did it was because he needed some extra cash. He stood in line at the super-market and saw Ryan there with a man that looked like his father. They had the same large nose, watery eyes and short built with a top of blonde messy hair.

"We need to switch line son, we don't need our food you be touched by people like him," he said and nodded at the cashier at the end of the line, Ryan looked upset.

"But Dad that line is a lot longer and we have stood here for-"

"Are you talking against me boy?" Ryan swallowed and whispered a no and they switched line to a white cashier. Brian looked away.

That Friday Brian was the first one to throw the punch.

----

Kate, Kay, Dom and Fox made camp just underneath the trees at a rocky beach they had found. All of them had forgotten to take blankets with them so nobody had fallen asleep yet.

Dom wondered if his voice would stop exist if he didn't use it soon.

"Hello?" he said and then shouted happily "still there!"

"What?" Kate asked and tried to make herself comfortable which was impossible. The rocks and twigs pressed into their backs.

"I just wondered if I still had my voice since I don't have anyone to talk to,"

"What?" Kay mumbled.

"All of you are moping! Even Fox!"

"I- I go- got reasons," Fox stuttered.

"We got reasons too!" Kate and Kay said together. Dom smiled as they looked at each other shocked.

"Aw, you're saying things together again isn't that sweet!" Dom said and earned angry glares from Kate and Kay and a confused one from Fox. Dom took his backpack and dragged Fox up on his feet.

"Let's leave the girls alone to kiss and make up," he said.

Suddenly he got hit hard in the back of a mango and when he turned around saw Kay and Kate shrieking with laughter.

"Game on,"

--

"He got a fever now," Rosalie said and pressed down her tears. Bonnie swallowed and fingered on her now much more beautiful and fixed hair.

"How many do you think they are?" Bonnie whispered and her eyes were closed on Sawyer.

"Who?"

"The others, I mean they took Sawyer, they infiltrated our camp and abducted two of our people. They must know we are here… what if they're watching us ri – right now," tears fell down Bonnie's face and she looked so frightened. Rosalie felt a pang of sympathy, she knew how it was to lay awake at night and be afraid that someone would come and hurt you.

"Hey, hey look at me," she said gently to Bonnie and she looked up "breathe slowly. You are surrounded by people that would never hurt you, they cannot take you here but if you let the fear in they might."

"Ho- how do you- you stay so strong?" Bonnie asked and rubbed the place where she had been hit "you have lost every- everyone…"

"I have not lost them, they are always here with me," Rosalie pointed at her heart "and it's something you got to learn to be, to pretend to be…" she gazed down at Sawyer's broken form "but you got to remember that you are not alone."

"I – I got a daughter too," Bonnie whispered and Rosalie's eyes widened in shock. "She, she was in – in an accident before the crash. I was going to LA to be there by her side, but… I don't know if she's okay."

Rosalie didn't know what to say; she never had realized they had something in common, the love only a parent could feel. She didn't say anything but squeezed Bonnie's hand before she went back to try to make Sawyer drink the water.

--

"Hello Claret," Allan said and sat down beside her by the fire.

"Hello Allan," she answered in the same tone.

"You seem mysteriously calm,"

"You seem mysteriously… ridiculous,"

They went silent and watched the flames play before them and rise into the dark night. It was quite serene, the sound of the jungle was more still and the worries of the world felt distant.

"I think the same thing happened to you as it did to me," he said and interrupted the silence.

"What?" Claret asked, a bit of her usual frantic tone back.

"When you were out alone in the jungle, did you see someone?" he asked.

Claret watched Allan's profile. He didn't meet her eyes but looked intently at the fire.

"Yes," she whispered, her heart pounded harder.

"Did that someone tell you to do something?" he asked.

"Yes."

"To me to."

They went silent again, both scared of the other but still desperate to share what they had been through.

"We shouldn't look after them," Claret said "Claire and Owen, we should stop."

"I know."

They went silent again, the fire started to burn out but none of them did anything to keep it alive.

"I wish I hadn't seen someone," she whispered with a teary voice.

"Me too."

--

It was morning again; the sun shone bright on the sky, more white that yellow. The red was clearer than the green, and the trees made a blur as Boone stood in focus.

"Are you ready to work on the hatch?" Brian asked him, his voice was distant. As if someone took his words before they could reach his ears. Boone gazed up at the sky and pointed with one finger. Brian followed his stare and saw a small plane crashed through the sky away to the mountains. A twirl of smoke rose into the air.

DON'T it formed before it vanished into the white sky.

"You shouldn't have given him away," Brian swirled around and saw Locke sit in a wheelchair, one of his eyes was black and the other completely white "everybody pays the price now…"

"Don't," Boone pleaded, he was covered in blood "don't please don't… no I beg… please don't…" He turned his gaze to Brian, one of his eyes were green and the other blue.

"You shouldn't have given him away, he was your responsibility and you gave him away, everybody pays the price now…"

"Don't… please don't…"

"NO!" Brian screamed and woke up, he was in the caves. The morning light fell in from a hole in the cave's wall and he fell back on the blanket as he breathed heavily. He sat himself up again and shook Bonne who laid a bit away from him.

"Wha- what is it?" Boone yawned.

"I know how we are going to open the hatch!"

----

He pretended to sip on the alcohol and watched his friends get drunk. Never once in his life Brian had gotten drunk, he had made that promise a long time ago. They were laughing too loud, smiling too much and glaring even more. Celebrating the graduation by preparing themselves to throw up the next morning.

Brian lifted the glass to his mouth but when one of his friends accidentally pushed him he dropped it over a man who walked by.

"What the hell are you doing?" he roared at Brian. His friends raised their eyebrows at him and they wanted to see a fight. But the southerner seemed as if he had already been in a fight (he had band-aid over his nose) and could probably take him down.

"Sorry, I can get you a drink as compensation."

"What about some money?" the man tried.

"No."

"All right," he said and Brian ordered a new drink.

"What happened to you?" he asked the man and pointed at his the nose.

"I could ask the same thing," the man measured the black eye on Brian's face.

"Life," Brian answered.

"Yeah it always gets to you huh?"

When the man left all Brian remembered was a man that looked like he had been in a bar-fight when he described the guy who took his wallet.

----

"Hey wake up!"

Jack blinked and saw Sean's face.

"We're going to have a trial, let's go!" he said and threw some clothes to Jack.

"A what?"

"You threatened one of us with a gun, now we got to make sure you're not one of them or evil or something!" Florence told him from the other side of his tent and smiled mischievously.

"Hurry up!" Sean said and glanced out at the beach. Sean dragged Jack up and they walked out of the tent. Jack didn't try to fight Sean off, he needed to do redemption for what he did, but that didn't mean admitting he was wrong.

They took him away from the survivors, none of them noticed the gun in Sean's hands and into a couple of trees, there was a circle without any growth and there Sean released Jack.

"All right, we got a couple of questions to ask you and the first is-"

"What's that?" Jack interrupted him and pointed at the candles on the ground.

Florence sighed "we asked Zidler and Margo to help but they completely misunderstood us-"

"Is that why there's a-"

"We're here to talk about you now!" Sean said red in the face.

"What the hell were you doing?" Florence shrieked at Jack, and he wondered if they were actually serious about the 'trial', and it seemed as they were. He decided to play along.

"Claret had a gun with her here to this beach; I had to find out how she got it!"

"But she isn't the murder, gun fighting type of person," Florence put in.

"Yes, I know that."

"Then why where you pointing that gun to her head?"

"I was confused, stressed, dehydrated," Jack shook his head "I did a really bad thing but I stand by one thing, and that is that we got to find out how she got the gun."

"She found it."

"She lied."

"But why does it matter?"

"It matters because there are other people on this island, and they infiltrated us – kidnapped us. We must be careful."

Florence and Sean looked at each other.

"I don't get you Jack," Sean said after a moment of silence "I don't get why you must be the hero, fix everything and why you then go off and threaten poor Claret, I don't understand, we are going to tell the others about what you did and you need to apologize to Claret!"

"Okay," Jack answered and wondered if Lorraine would ever talk to him again after she'd heard what he'd done.

"Good, and after you have apologized you will stay away from her."

--

"I - I saw it get down somewhere that way!" Brian said and pointed towards the mountains.

"And this will help us open up the hatch?" Boone asked with doubt in his eyes.

"Yes!"

"I don't know if it will Brian," Locke said "maybe it was just a dream."

"Were you in a wheelchair?" Brian said with a calm voice.

"Excuse me?" Locke asked.

"Before the plane crash, were you in a wheelchair?"

Locke looked him into the eyes and after a while he said:

"Let's go find this plane."

----

"Are you feeling better?"

"No, worse but they say that's how it works," Damien answered him and chuckled. They sat in the visitor's room at a rehab in Sydney. The walls were in a light green color and the whole room looked like it was inspired by vomit. Brian frowned.

"This place okay enough?" Brian asked awkwardly, he didn't really know what to say.

"Yeah I guess… honestly I hate it, they got good therapist though," his brother nodded "which reminds me, he said I got too much anger and I need to get it out."

"Uh… that's great…"

"Why did you never protect me?" Damien said and took him by surprise "all that time Dad beat us why didn't you protect me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"You would always try to find ways to make him hit me more than you! It was always I who stayed home from school with bruises all over my body and failed all the classes, while you went off with your newest girlfriend and played sports. It was I who got kicked out of the house for taking Dad's car when it was actually you. It was I who had to steal to just get a little heroin and then overdose… why Brian? Why?"

Brian kept silent and met his brother's eyes. His eyes were full of tears and Brian's were unnatural cold.

"Can't you feel guilt?"

----

Sawyer muttered something bur Rosalie didn't react, he had been mumbling words in his sleep and he was feverish. Jack had given him antibiotics the night before and even though Sawyer still was out he seemed at least a little better. Jack said he would recover in a few days and there was nothing to worry about.

His eyelids fluttered and this time he opened his eyes. Rosalie left her hand in mid air and her eyes widened.

"Sawyer," she whispered "Sawyer…" she turned his face to her way and he saw her.

"Rosie…" he whispered and Rosalie grabbed a bottle of water at her side and put it to his mouth and he drank.

"There are other-"

"I know, you told us," Rosalie whispered and stroke his hair back, Sawyer's head leaned to the side and he didn't talk more. Still Rosalie felt hopeful; he had at least woken up.

"Has he said anything yet?" Bonnie had entered the cave and looked at the sleeping Sawyer.

"Yeah, he just woke up and drank a little water; he's going to be okay."

Bonnie smiled.

--

Michael realized Lorraine wasn't much help when it came to building a raft, even Walt did more good. Lorraine couldn't follow his orders all the time because of her blindness and in the end all they did was fight. So when Jin walked by with Sun to get water he had managed to make him help him.

But he still hadn't got rid of Lorraine.

Right now she was arguing with Walt about comics.

"Those painters sucks," she told him and failed to bind two logs together.

"Lori," Michael said and lost patience "could you just leave?"

"What?"

"I don't need your help anymore."

Was she actually sad? He didn't figure Lori could feel sadness.

"But I still get to be on the raft right?"

"Of course," anything to get her out of there. She dropped the logs on the ground and walked away, her shoulders hunched and almost as if she was disappointed. Jin spoke Korean.

"Yeah, yeah I know," Michael answered him.

--

"We should wait with telling them," Margo said to Zidler as they trekked across the jungle and searched after Claire and Owen.

"Wait telling them what?" Zidler asked.

"You know the project."

"Why?" Zidler whined.

"Because everyone's so depressed and some of us have gotten abducted!"

"I suppose," Zidler said broody. Things hadn't gone exactly like planned, Margo patted his shoulder.

"So let's talk about Wendy-" she said with a smile and Zidler tripped.

He found himself face down in the ground with Margo laughing. He quickly got up to yell something when he saw what he just had tripped over.

"Margo, did Claire own a diary?"

--

Sawyer awoke once again and this time he was ready to talk, as soon as somebody would get those damn leaders.

Wendy had hurried away to find Jack who were at the beach and Lorraine too. Jack had immediately told Sawyer to shut up and lay down as he examined his wounds. When Sawyer was declared to be well again Sawyer muttered some swear words under his breath and said:

"Now that Doc here is done there's something I would like to tell you."

"What?" Bonnie asked.

"Well maybe what the hell happened to me," he said with a dark voice "Rosie has told me what happened while I was gone and it seems as I can maybe help to clear this little situation up."

The survivors eagerly awaited his continuation.

"When I got taken, they put a bag over my head. It was two people, a woman and a man. Both were barefoot but I couldn't see their faces. They didn't knock me out but took me for a long walk in the jungle. And then they pushed me down some -it was a door in the ground. I was definitely taken underground. They put me inside this room, still with a bag over my head and they tied me up to a chair. That's when they started to take my blood."

"Vampires?" Lori asked not believing what she was hearing.

"No, not vampires Pixie, they took it with needles. Kept me there for I don't know how long… but let me tell you something, they couldn't have been more than four different people. "

"How'd you know?" Jack asked.

"Because at the end I took off my bag, knocked those four people out, grabbed the notes and got the hell out of there."

"But how did you get in such a bad shape?" Rosalie asked him.

"Try wandering around in the jungle for a couple of days with no food or water and see how you'll look when you come out,"

"So you're saying…"

"That I know where they took Claire and Marty? Yes."

"Everyone!" Zidler and Margo had rushed into the caves and Margo held a diary above her head, waving with it.

"We found a trail!" Zidler shouted happily.

"We know where they have been taken!" Bonnie shouted back.

"You people got too much pride and power," Margo muttered.

--

"You are not leaving again!" Rosalie glared at Sawyer; he had actually forgotten how scary her eyes could be when she was mad.

"I have to; I am the only one who knows where Barbie and Ken are!"

"I just got you back!" Rosalie growled and pain flashed across her eyes and Sawyer's mouth went open. He had known Rosie for so long, and she knew the battle was lost. He still felt guilt for leaving her again. But he got to do this one right thing.

"I know Queenie, but I got to do this," he told her and took her hand.

"I wish I could come with you," Rosalie whispered and looked at Bonnie who was ready to go.

"Well you aren't the only one disappointed," Sawyer said and they glanced at Jack who had just been yelled at by Lori for even considering going.

"Take care," Rosie said and hugged him.

"You know me."

"Yes, and that worries me," Rosalie laughed but started to hiccup as a tear fell down her face.

"Rosie," Sawyer whispered.

"Yeah?" she said and pulled away. Sawyer took up some papers from his jeans pockets and put them in her hand.

"I found these when I was captured, maybe someone can decipher them or understand them," he said and Rosalie glanced at them.

"4 8 15 16 23 42?" she asked and then waved goodbye as he, Bonnie, Sayid and Wendy left.

--

"Claret!" Jack said and ran up to her by the waterfall; Claret shrieked and dropped all the clothes down in the water.

"No, don't be scared… I wanted to apologize,"

Claret looked like she was having an inner battle of between staying or running.

"I, I did a horrible thing to you," he took a deep breath "and I understand if you'll never trust me. But you have to believe I'm sorry, I was out of control – what I did… I'm sorry."

"Do you still want to know how I got the gun?" she asked and her voice trembled.

"Yes, but I won't be asking you more times – I'll leave you alone," he said and Claret nodded. "Florence, Sean and I are going to tell the survivors what I did-"

"No!" Claret exclaimed and looked more anxious.

"What?"

"Don't tell the others… I'll go talk you Sean and Flor, you have apologized…" it looked as she didn't want to say those words but forced herself too, he saw tears well up in her eyes "they can't lose trust in you, not yet."

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"There it is! I told you it was here!" Brian yelled and ran over to gaze more directly at the plane stuck in the vines above them.

"Wow," Boone uttered. Even Locke seemed impressed. They all stood and admired it for a while.

"So," Boone said after a while "what now?"

"Now one of us needs to climb up and see what's inside," Locke looked directly at Brian.

"Yeah I'll do it," he didn't mind, he was excited. His dream, it meant something, it was special. He grabbed one the vines and started to heave himself up. Locke and Boone watched him as he climbed all the way up to the plane and crawled inside.

"What do you see?" Locke shouted from the ground and Brian looked around. There were two corpses and he shuddered, then he saw a Mary Virgin statue at his feet.

"What did you find?" Boone yelled.

Brian saw small bags of heroin scattered and broken twigs. But nothing to open the hatch – but maybe something to get them rescued.

He stumbled over to the front where the radio communication should be held. He pushed some buttons to see if he could get a signal. Static came through and he yelled of joy.

"What?" Locke screamed again and Brian answered:

"I found a radio!"

"A radio, but what about the hatch?" Boone shouted.

Brian pushed some buttons and screamed into the radio.

"Hello, hello is anybody out there? This is Brian, Brian Haligan a survivor from flight 815, Mayday, Mayday! We're the survivors of flight 815!"

"But we are the survivors of flight 815," a girl's voice shouted back. Brian stared shocked at the radio.

"Come again?"

"We are the survivor's of flight-"

CRACK!

The plane got loosened from the vines and crashed down at the ground below. Smoke started to rise once again and inside was a broken radio and a small puddle of blood started to form on its floor.

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Author's Note: I got well. Then I went to school and lost my voice. I was supposed to do a representation. I couldn't talk.

But when you can't talk you write!

I want to say thank you for all of your reviews and suggestions are VERY welcomed. Thank you again for your characters! And I hope you're ready to send me more…

The Kahana guys are coming early in this fiction.

It's time for…

Freighter applications!

Since you've all given me such wonderful characters I want you to give me some more. Everyone can submit. Unfortunately I'm not going to accept many, just an even amount of boys and girls. Make some crazy characters (and I still want the insane, homicidal cute character *hint*).

Name:

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Age:

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Personality:

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Fears:

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Occupation on the freighter (security, chef, science etc):

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Do your character believe in Destiny?:

What is your character's favorite book?:

If your character had a gun in their hands, what would they probably be doing?:

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