THIS IS THE SAME CHAPTER, BUT BECAUSE I DELETED THE PREVIOUS AUTHOR'S NOTE MOST OF YOU COULDN'T REVIEW THISCHAPPIE! SO I REPOSTED IT. OOPS...DAMN CAPSLOCK! PLEASE REVIEW THIS TIME:D:D:D

Disclaimer:I don't own LOST, i don't own Desmond, I don't own Sawyer (pout), because if i did i would be off in Italy whilst Sawyer woo's me with his southern charm. bwahahahaha! (sigh). I do own Tegan, haha, don't i pigsticks? you know it.I do own Morgan, although i have been trying to get rid of her...

Author's Note: I'm sorry but exams have been busy so i can't really reply to all of the reviews at the moment. i will reply if a question is asked or you state that you want me to...haha which i'm sure you all do lol. This chapter was so hard to write...I literally forced myself to do it in about...2 hours or so, so i hope it is alright.

Thanks to everyone for the reviews!I am one away from 50, which is something i never expected, so thankyou all very much! Cookies for all!

phoenix inferno: I will certanily have a look at your fic, the fact that you want to hear what i think about it is very flattering. :) haha, stoopid sun.

baudelaire7: Yes, Desmond seems to have popped in for a chat. Now i'm sure it was totally unexpected as it's not like i have been saying that he will be in my fic in about the previous...4 chapters or so lol. I am the queen of subtlety.

Painter815: Sawyer isn't as tough as he would like to be, well atleast thats what i think. Besides, he hadn't shown much emotion other than anger or humour so i thought i'd better pull out the big guns.lol. Thanks again for the lovely review.

KateLilly: I will wrote more, i hope you like this chappie. ISN'T CAPS LOCK GREAT! lol, sorry, please don't take offence.

Blackcat69: Hey, i checked out your Xanga account as you know coz i sent you an e-mail which makes you question whether or not i am stalking you lol.

Sawyerslover: I actually have a question for you, are you being sarastic or serious. Thanks though, your review is my first that resembles a flame. Sorry that my Sawyer is not to your liking. Oh and Yes, dah, it is Desmond. Good observation skills, as its not like i made 99 percent obvious as to who it was.

Darkblaze666: lol, Desmond is the only scottish person i know of that says brotha'...i think he is confused as to what nationality he is.

homeric: Isn't Sawyer everyone's favourite character?Thanks for the heads up, i shall delete it now.

Alateriel567: Whoa, yes it was a long review but it was pretty error free. Besides, long reviews ar nice once in a while. haha...don't worry, i already know who dies throught my...connections.

sausage:haha, i totally would have castrated Sawyer; destroyed what he loves most lol. I don't know where you are tellin desmond to go, but isn't he cool? It's weird, if it were Ana-Lucia that was the person with the Gun, everyone would be like 'kill her now!' but because it is desmond people are kinda on his side, even me! Maybe its coz Desmond is funny and sarcastic and has an awesome accent...maybe that is also just me lol.

Pigsticks: LOL, even after i read the name and the comment it still took a while for me to realize who this was! haha...umm considering as i make this story up as i go, i have no idea how long it will go for...most likely til either i have no plot left or ppl stop reading! Aww shucks, i'm blushing, don't call me Lady Lovelace, its embarrassing! Love ya too-xoxoxo. Oh for all those people going 'what the?', this is the infamous Tegan!

okay so i just replied to all of the reviews this time...on to the MAIN EVENT!

Chapter Nine

I freeze.

My mind is racing. Who the hell is this guy? And where the hell did he come from?

"I said put the gun down, or I'll shoot," orders the man. His eyes dart to me, then back to Sawyer, and back to me again. He has a manic glint in his eyes, and that combined with a gun is never a good thing.

I've seen that look before, in the mirror.

"Alright Morgan, now no fuss this time. I've already crushed them up for you so no excuses anymore."

I look up. It's Ann today, I like Ann. I resume my drawing.

"Morgan, come on. You're making this harder than it needs to be. Just take the medicine and then you can come out and watch some television…or go for a walk-"

"with a supervisor," I add.

Ann sighs. "Yes with a supervisor. Or, I can call in some help and use a more forceful approach." Ann is terrible at threats, she's too nice. That's why it surprised me the last time I fought back when she actually did what she threatened to do.

"By 'more forceful' you mean getting those big thug security guys to hold me down while you shove it down my throat, don't you?"

"Just take it, please. We don't want a repeat of last Thursday, now do we?" Ha! Now wasn't that a blast.

I wonder what concoction they've mixed up for me today? I grab the cup and empty the contents into my mouth, then take a swig of water from the accompanying cup of water and swallow.

"Mmm….nice. Slightly woody, with a hint of berry and a dash of…vanilla I believe, that must be a vintage '92" I state sarcastically. "Give my regards to the chef, an excellent choice."

Ann rolls her eyes. "You're quite smart Morgan, when you want to be. Now, if we could get you to use it for good things rather than pissing off the staff, you might actually get out of here."

Oh god, here we go. "I don't piss ALL of the staff off…Just you. Your special." I grace her with a huge smile.

"Well…as fun as this is, I have other patients to see…be good now Morgan."

"Always am." Okay, so that's a lie. "Oh Ann? Is Sean here today? He said he'd see me," I say, trying to sound like I don't care. I fail miserably.

"You know he doesn't work on Saturday's."

"I meant as a visitor." Ann smiles sadly at me and leaves the room.

It was stupid of me to think he would come, after all, I'm just a patient to him now, nothing more.

I look in the mirror, well not a mirror, just a piece of shiny metal that is drilled to the wall. I look terrible, but sane. You can always tell if a person is crazy, because it's in there eyes. Then again, a crazy person doesn't know they're crazy, do they?

I can feel my brain slowing, the medicine must be taking effect. I'm so tired

I realize as I try to stifle a yawn that there is some type of sleeping pill in that damn medicine.

Bloody Ann.

"Do you want me to shoot your girlfriend here brotha'? Drop the bloody gun!" Why does he keep saying brother, isn't he Scottish? Well…he is rather insane.

"I'm not his girlfriend," I state inattentively. I am thinking about more important things, like how to stay alive.

"Sorry?" He looks very confused.

"I said I'm not his girlfriend." I look at Sawyer. He is giving one of those 'what the hell are you doing' kind of looks.

"Oh I heard you; I just didn't understand why you'd argue with a guy holding a gun." He has a good point, I realize a little too late.

"What's there to stop ya from shooting me once I put it down, laddie?" Wow, he comes up with nicknames even under pressure. The man truly is amazing.

"Nothing. But there's nothing stopping me from shooting you right now either," the warning in his voice doesn't go unnoticed. Sawyer still doesn't budge.

"Sawyer drop the gun!" This really isn't the time for heroics.

"God dammit, your on his side!" He looks incredulously at me.

"I'm not on anyone's 'side', now put the bloody gun down before you get shot again!" If anyone should be looking incredulous, it should be me!

"You two just shut it! You," he looks at Sawyer, "put the gun down, and you," he looks at me now, "just…be a good girl, right?" If he wasn't pointing a gun, I'd tell him just how I feel about being called 'girl', but right now it doesn't seem a good idea.

"Always am," I say in mock sweetness.

Sawyer drops the gun finally. "It doesn't have any damn bullets in it anyway."

"Righ', now get on the ground, and don't try anythin' or I'll shoot."

My god, why is this happening to me? I get down on the ground, Sawyer reluctantly does also. "I assure you Sawyer, that this is the only time we shall be lying on the ground together."

"You're cracking jokes now?" He looks at me and I can see that he doesn't find the situation amusing. Well its all Karma isn't it? That's what he gets for playing such a stupid prank.

"Well…being held at gunpoint seems to be a common occurrence for me lately, maybe I'm getting- Ouch!" I feel a sharp pain in my arm.

"It doesn' hurt tha' much. I've been usin' it for years now." The scary gun-wielding man is now behind me.

"What the hell did you just put in me?"

"Medicine…for the sickness," he says cautiously.

"What sickness? I'm not sick." Not that I know of.

"That's what the doctor said too…But you can't stay on this island long before you get i', and I don't much wanna' risk it." Its about now that I realize this guy is more cynical that I am. That's quite an accomplishment.

"Why, you care about my life now," I ask sarcastically.

"No, I care about my life."

This guy must be mental I decide, just as my hands are getting tied behind my back. He then proceeds to do the same to Sawyer, except that Sawyer struggles a lot more. He is thrashing and wriggling, making it impossible for the man to tie him. The man just whacks him across the head with his gun and Sawyer is knocked out cold.

"Oh my god! What are you doing to him," I yell to the man, who completely ignores me and injects Sawyer with the 'medicine'. I can't properly read the label, but it doesn't seem to be anything I can remember. I should know, after all, I am quite the expert when it comes to medication.

"Is he sick?" the man asks me.

"What?"

"Is he sick, as in ill, as in going to die?" I really don't like this guys sarcasm.

"Ummm…not that I know of, unless of course he dies from concussion. Why do you think we are sick?"

"Because they all get sick, all of them." He moves closer to me. "Are you sick?"

"No."

He grabs my face and stares long and hard into it. Why the hell does this whacko think that I am sick, when clearly it is him? He has very dark intense eyes, and they unnerve me.

"Yes you are…I can see it."

"I'm not sick!"

"Okay, now look to your left." God, does that bloody torch have to be so bright and so in my face?

"Right. Well, you seem to be improving, but your attitude towards a majority of the other patients and staff is not helping your situation." He doesn't even look at me while he says this.

"Perhaps it is their attitudes towards me," I say pointedly.

"Why? Do you feel you have been treated unfairly by any of the staff? " A hint of concern enters his voice.

"Well…there is this one doctor. He's about…6ft tall, brown hair, very young. He never answers any of my questions, and he pretends that he doesn't know me-"

Concern turns into weariness. "Morgan, Don't. We've been through this a thousand times, it's-"

"'strictly prohibited that a doctor and patient have anything other than a doctor/patient relationship.' I know, you tell me every single time."

"I could lose my job over this. I'm finally getting somewhere, I'll be a real doctor, not just an assistant."

"Please Sean, I've known you since I was eight. You can't just…ignore a ten year friendship!" I'm getting angry again, but I can't help it.

"We haven't been friends for over two years now Morgan." Ouch, that hurts.

"Oh god Sean, that was a stupid mistake. I tried to apologize so many times and you wouldn't-"

"You knew how I felt about you and you played me for a fool. I let you play me for a fool. I'm sorry Morgan, but I won't let that happen again." Pain is evident in his voice, and his expression. I understand now, that is why he is doing it.

"Sean please, I don't want you to hate me," I beg.

"I don't hate you Morgan, I pity you." His eyes certainly seem to say otherwise.

"Don't say that." The anger is welling up again.

"You're sick and you need help." He gets up to leave.

"I'm not sick!"

Sean sighs. "I have to go. I'll be back next Tuesday Morgan." The door bangs shut and echoes through the bare room.

"I'M NOT SICK!"

"Alrigh' alrigh', your 'not sick'. Either way I'm not takin' any chances." He helps me stand up. It's nice to be standing again. He gets another piece of rope and ties one end to the piece binding my hands and the other to Sawyer's feet.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, we can't just leave your friend here, now can we? Now move." He indicates with his head the direction he wants us to go in.

He expects me to be able to drag Sawyer? My god he is more insane than I first thought.

I laugh.

He's got to be joking.

"You've got to be joking."

WOW...that was a long chapter. Review please:D a whole toothy smile an' all that time. Sorry about the confusion!