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Chapter Nine

Golf

Charlie was shaking me gently. "Hey, Bex, wake up. You got to get back to the caves."

"Hmmmmm," I said sleepily, sat up only to fall back down again in the sand. I couldn't have gotten up to save my life. I could hear Charlie and Jack, but as if from a great distance. I guess Jack was tired of fooling around, because he picked me up and carried me to the caves.

I woke next to Jack in the caves two days later. The last two days had been boring as hell. I needed something to do with myself before I went mentally insane. The sun hadn't even risen yet. It was still early and only a few people were up. I watched Jack sleep for a second. He was snoring. I groaned and flipped onto my stomach, trying to block out the noise. I waited until the sun was rising and hit him on the arm. He popped awake. "Becca?" he asked in a weird daze.

"You snore" I stated with my face hidden in the ground. He laughed and patted me on the back.

"Sorry" he said getting up. He went over to his medical supplies searching for whatever he needed. He still had to change Sawyer's bandages. "I'm going to the beach, you wanna come?" he asked me.

"Sure" I said getting up and dusting myself off. We started to walk towards the beach. "Jack?"

"Huh"

"Do you like being the leader?"

"I'm not really a leader, Becca"

"You are too" I said. "Everyone looks to you when something goes wrong" He scoffed. "Sorry, Jack, but that sounds like a leader to me" we walked in silence for awhile. We were right by the beach when he finally answered me.

"I didn't ask to have people look to me" he replied slowly. "It just sort of happened."

"Well you're pretty good at it, for all its worth"

"Thanks, Becca" he laughed. "That means a lot" He went towards Sawyer's tent and I hung back a little. I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to him right now. I was still sort of pissed about the last time. He had no right to get mad at me like that.

I watched Jack stalk away from Sawyer's tent in an angry fume. Wow, Sawyer was just pissing everybody off lately. I went towards his tent only watching what was going on inside. Sawyer was struggling to wrap a new bandage around his hurt arm. I tried not to laugh as he got twisted and tangled in the mess of gauze. He spotted me standing there and sighed annoyed. "Want some help?" I asked going closer.

"Not from you" he shot back.

"Fine" I said going to leave. He struggled with the gauze for a few more seconds.

"Dimples get your ass over here and fix this" he pleaded. I could tell that asking was making him feel angry.

"What's the magic word?" I taunted. He mumbled a few choices swear words under his breath. I went over and rewrapped his arm so that it was straight. "Just so you know I meant please" I said amused.

"Thought you were mad at me" he stated.

"I am"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because maybe I'm trying to forgive you but you're making kind of hard." He didn't answer that.

"I don't need your forgiveness" he sneered.

"Why do you try so hard to make people hate you?" I asked suddenly. "Nobody honestly wants that"

"You think that deep down I'm a good person?" he scoffed. "Well, I'm not."

"I never said you were a good person" I replied. "I only said that you don't really want people to hate you"

"Well, maybe I do"

"Well then I'm going to like you just to piss you off then" I yelled. "So there". Then I stomped out of the tent, just to make my point. I realized that what I had said was dumb and didn't really make sense, but it made me feel better just to know that he was fuming in there. If he wanted people to hate him, he was doing a damn good job. He had nearly caused Shannon to die, made Sayid leave, and now was just pissing me off all together. I walked back to the caves, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

Walt was arguing with his dad about being bored and I happened to go by. "Go play with Becca" he said.

Walt looked at me and I smiled. "What do you want to do?" I asked feeling sorry for him.

"I want to go to the beach" he argued.

"Man, you need to stay around here alright. I'll take you later"

Walt grumbled and walked away. I followed and sat down next to him. "Wanna go for a walk"

"My dad's not gonna let me" he said shaking his head.

"What he doesn't know isn't gonna hurt him" I smiled. Walt smiled back. We got up and explored the surrounding caves. As we got farther away, Walt loosened up a little bit.

"Becca?" he asked pointing to a cliff about twenty feet up. I glanced upwards to see the back of my mother standing at the top. She simply walked forwards into the brush. That was when the screams stared again.

I covered my ears, trying to ignore the pain in my head as the screams persisted. When they finally stopped I glanced up to see no Walt in sight. "Walt?" I called. "Walt?"

I got no answer. I stood up and spun in a circle. The leaves rustled in a familiar way. I stared in fear as Walt came out of the bushes. "Why did you fall down?" he asked frowning.

"Did you hear screams?" I asked.

"Yeah" he said. "But they didn't make me fall down"

"I guess I'm just different" I replied looking up to where I saw my mother, previously.

I walked with Walt back to the caves. Everyone was leaving to go see something with Hurley. I decided to go with them, just to get my mind off of the thing with Walt. We arrived in the jungle to a big open path of land. He stopped and looked at me, Jack, Charlie, and Michael. "Welcome, to the first, and hopefully last, Island Open" he said excitedly, waving his arms.

Jack laughed. "What?"

"It's two holes for now, 3 pars, and no waiting" Hurley went on.

"Hurley, you built a golf course?"

"Rich idiots fly to tropical islands all the time to whack balls around" he explained.

Michael scoffed. "All the stuff we've got to deal with, man - this is what you've been wasting your time on?"

Hurley seemed exasperated. "Dudes, listen. Our lives suck. Everyone's nerves are stretched to the max. I mean, we're lost on an island, running from boars and monsters - freaking' polar bears"

"Polar bears?" Michael asked in confusion.

Charlie piped up. "You didn't hear about the polar bear?" Michael shook his head.

"Where've you been?" I asked.

Hurley spoke up again. "Look, all I'm saying is, if we're stuck here, then just surviving not going to cut it. We need some kind of relief, you know. We need some way that we can, you know, have fun. That's right, fun. Or else we're just going to go crazy waiting for the next bad thing to happen"

"I agree" I nodded. "So?" I asked taking a club from the bag. "Who wants to play?"

Jack took the club from me and a ball. Hurley seemed happy that I agreed with him. He stood behind me. "Thanks Bex" he smiled.

"Anytime, Hurley" I replied. "Besides, I really do think that this was a good idea. We do need something to do with ourselves"

Everyone seemed satisfied with the golf thing. I had to admit, I wasn't the only one who was going stir crazy. We played golf for a few hours and I stood by and watched.

"Becca, you wanna try?" asked Jack handing me a club.

"No, I can't" I said uneasily.

"C'mon, just try" he urged.

"Jack, I don't even know how" I explained a little embarrassed.

"Well then I'll show you" he said pulling my wrist. I sighed and let him come up behind me and hold on to my arms. "Alright, you just going to pull back like this and –"he let go and the ball went flying into the air and pretty close to the hole. "There you go" he smiled.

I laughed. "Easy" I stated.

I finished the round and actually putted it into the hole. I had gone way over par, but at least I would understand the game now. Charlie grabbed me from behind and swung me around. Jack went to take another turn.

"This is a problem, man." Michael said shaking his head.

"Yeah" Jack agreed, trying to scope out the situation.

"I mean, I know what I'd do, but it's got to be your call"

"Okay, give me a seven iron"

Michael picked it out and handed it to him. "You got it"

"Hey, heads up over there" Jack called to Charlie and Hurley who were trying to taunt him. They spun around and jumped all around the hole.

"No Jack, you won't get anywhere near us" Charlie taunted shaking his ass.

Some guy came up to the hole, looking for Jack. "Hey, Doc? There you are. Somebody said you went this way. Listen, that rash of mine, it's starting to spread. It's like the size of a grape. What are you guys doing? Are you playing golf?"

"Yeah" Jack said in disbelief.

The man looked around and gave a smile. "Can I play?"

Soon the entire camp was coming to play. Jack was on his second shot.

"Ugh!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Dude, I think he stuck it" Hurley said in utter shock.

Charlie grumbled under his breath. "Lucky, lucky"

"This thing has a ladies team?" Kate laughed.

"Hey, when did you show up?" Jack asked Kate going up to her.

"A while ago. I almost didn't recognize you. You're smiling" she replied.

Jack laughed, his smile growing. "I'll have to watch that"

"So how'd you come up with this?"

"Wasn't me - it's all Hurley. I've been going crazy trying to make everyone feel safe. I haven't been sleeping because I want everyone to feel safe. And he builds a golf course and everyone feels safe" Jack sighed. I felt sort of bad for him. He was completely wrong. Jack made everyone feel safe.

"Aw, crap, do over!" exclaimed Hurley going after his ball.

"It's a mulligan, mulligan." Charlie insisted. "It's a gentleman's sport, you've got to get the words right. Mulligan."

"You want to - let me" Charlie insisted going around and hugging Hurley's waist.

"Dude, get away from me" Hurley said pushing him off. I laughed really hard after that. Now, the whole camp really was here. They all came to play and watch in general. Soon it was filled with people. Even Sawyer came.

Charlie was getting ready to putt again. He was being really obsessive too. He was even picking grass out of his way. Michael laughed at him. "Guys, please. I've never made par on a course before" He lined up his shot and still missed, even with all his grass picking.

"Dude, you were robbed" Hurley laughed.

"Bollocks" Charlie said, annoyed. "See that?" I laughed.

"Okay, Jack. It's up to you. Sink this you get to wear the blazer" Michael stated.

"No pressure" called Kate.

"Yeah, no pressure" Charlie taunted. He was still mad that he missed.

Hurley watched him for a moment. "5 bucks says he sinks it" he called

"Hey, you're betting against me?" Charlie called back, hurt.

"Sorry, dude, but you're a duffer like me."

Boone caught on fast. "Make it 10 and you're on."

The man with the rash spoke up too. "I don't have any cash, but I'll bet my dinner on the Doc."

"I've two tubes of sunscreen and a flashlight says he chokes" taunted Sawyer . Everyone paused for a moment. They were all still skeptical of him. I turned my nose up at him to show that I was still mad.

"I'll take that action" Kate called.

"Yeah, yeah, me too" put in Boone.

Jack lined up his shot and made an excellent putt. He was so close, and… he made it.

"Damn" called Sawyer. He wasn't really that upset though. I could tell. The sun was starting to go down already. Wow, we had been here for hours.

I stood in front of Charlie and Jack who were discussing the par and how to build more courses. I sighed and watched the sun start to set. Sawyer bumped into my shoulder to get my attention.

"What?" I snapped.

"You're still mad?" he sighed.

"Yes" I shot back.

"Look" he said. "I – I'm sorry, ok?"

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked with a hint of a smile.

"I'm not saying it again" he said with an annoyed expression.

I folded my arms.

"Fine, geez, Dimples. I. Am. Sorry." he whispered lightly. "Now am I forgiven?" he smiled.

"I don't know" I replied. I was enjoying taunting him.

"Hey, Becca, We're all heading back to the caves" Charlie called. "Are you coming?"

"Sure" I replied running after them. "Oh and Sawyer" I said turning around. "You're forgiven"