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Missy wiped away her tears as Locke walked into the room.
There was something different about him. He looked so......so.......confident.
Missy took a step back, grasping the window ledge.
"Hello James, Missy," said Locke, cocking a smile at Sawyer, who was sat on the bed.
Sawyer glanced over at Missy before swiping up the bottle of whisky once again and taking a large swig.
"Thought you were dead," said Sawyer after a moment, gesturing towards the old man with his bottle.
Locke turned and stared at Missy long and hard before answering. "I am."
Missy gulped. Richard had told her a lot of strange things about the island but none as strange as this.
"Well," said Sawyer smirking, "get the man a drink."
Sawyer stood and walked drunkenly into the kitchen as Locke turned to Missy, who stood in the corner of the room biting her nails.
"After you," said Locke beckoning her to the doorway.
Missy trembled and walked quickly past, giving him as wide a berth as possible.
She sat down on the broken old leather sofa and stared at Locke as he entered the room, followed by Sawyer who shoved a drink into both of their hands.
Sawyer sat down idly on the couch next to Missy and raised his glass.
"Here's to bein' dead..." he muttered, downing his drink in one.
Missy placed hers on the coffee table beside her. She wanted to be sober to hear what John wanted to say.
"I must say, you're taking this remarkably well," said Locke moving further into the room.
Missy shuffled away.
There was something about this Locke that made her feel uneasy.
Like something was wrong.
"I don't give a damn if you're dead," said Sawyer shaking his head, "or if your time travellin' or the ghost of Christmas past. All I care about is this whisky and some good company."
He raised his glass towards Missy who rolled her eyes.
She had not forgotten what he had just tried to do. She understood he was mourning, but coming onto her was not the right way to go about things.
Missy glanced out of the window. All she wanted to do was find Richard.
She turned to see Sawyer staring at Locke. "Now, you wanna get the hell out of my house?"
"This isn't your house," said Locke placing his bag down onto the floor and sitting down opposite them. "You just lived here for a while."
Sawyer frowned. "Who are you?" he said suddenly. "Coz you sure as hell aint John Locke."
Missy stared wide eyed as Locke beamed at Sawyer like a prize pupil. "What makes you say that?"
"Coz Locke was scared," said Sawyer, glaring at him. "And you aint."
Locke gazed around, his eyes flickering on Missy for a moment before turning back to Sawyer.
"What if I told you, I was the person who could answer the most important question in the world," said Locke intensely.
"And what question is that?" said Missy, finally cutting in.
Locke turned to her and stared. There was a darkness in his eyes like Missy had never seen before.
He was telling the truth. He wasn't John Locke anymore.
His smile had faded and his eyes burned into her soul. He looked almost angry with her.
Missy couldn't take his stare any longer and turned away.
Locke turned back to Sawyer. "The question I can answer is why you are on this island."
Sawyer looked at Missy. "You wanna answer this or shall I?"
Missy merely stared back at him.
"I'm on this island," said Sawyer finally, "because my plane crashed, because my raft blew up and because the helicopter I was on was ridin' one too heavy."
Locke grinned. "But that's not why you're here," he said getting to his feet, "and if you come with me then I can prove it."
Missy scowled. "I'm not going anywhere with you," she muttered.
Locke turned to her. "Well that's good Missy because you weren't the one I was asking. I only want James."
Sawyer frowned and glanced at Missy. "If she aint' goin' then I aint goin'."
Locke huffed and looked over at Missy, then back to Sawyer, raising his arms in a gesture of defeat.
"Alright," he said, "if that's what it takes to get you to come with me, then Missy can join us."
Sawyer nodded, but this was not what Missy wanted to hear.
"I'll wait outside," said Locke picking up is pack and heading for the door.
Missy leaned over to Sawyer. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "I'm not going anywhere with him...."
Sawyer shook his head. "He says he's got answers...."
"Yeah...answers I don't want..........listen, all I want to do is find Richard," she said pleadingly.
Sawyer cocked his head. "Yeah I know that....but your gonna' have a better time searchin' out there, with us, than stuck in here....we can ask him if he don't mind takin' a detour to the beach to find your precious Richard, alright?"
Missy nodded and got to her feet, following Sawyer reluctantly out of the door.
Richard ambled through the jungle.
He hadn't seen that man, disguised as John Locke, in almost two hundred years.
Back then on that fateful day.
Richard could barely remember life before coming to the island, all he could picture was the faces of his wife and family.
He wiped away thick beads of sweat from his forehead, and sighed.
He had loved them so much, those he had lost, but he had been lucky. Lucky he had found love again, in Missy.
His heart ached for her. Just as it had done for his family when he lost them.
The man impersonating Locke had frightened him so much.
He hadn't felt fear like this in a long time and it wasn't a good feeling.
He just wanted to block out the mans face.
The thought of him still existing after all this time petrified Richard right down to his core.
He tore clumsily through the undergrowth.
It had been hours since the flare had been sent up and Richard was worried.
Something was wrong, and he had to get to the Temple fast.
The impostor had delayed him enough already.
Moving around a set of tight knit trees Richard suddenly herd voices and stopped in his tracks.
"I just say we should trust him," came a familiar surly southern accent.
But before Richard could place it, he heard a voice that he'd never thought he'd hear again in a million years.
He peered through the trees.
"I just don't think following him is a good idea, Sawyer," said the voice.
Missy.
The woman whom he had longed for was here.
Standing mere feet away.
He could see her head golden blonde hair and her pale skin as she walked alongside Sawyer.
She was beautiful, wearing the same clothes he had seen her in, the day he'd lost her.
He gulped.
He'd dreamt about this moment, for decades. He never thought he'd see her again.
He saw Missy ring her hands as she trudged alongside the southerner talking with him animatedly, in hushed tones. Her slender figure tripping over roots and branches, just like she always had.
His heart pounded and he made to call out, but suddenly a dark shadow crossed behind the pair.
John Locke.
Richard trembled.
Why was Missy with him? What the hell was going on?
Suddenly Richard had second thoughts. Maybe it wasn't really Missy. Maybe it was just this impostor trying to trick him into joining him.
Richard backed up.
He shook his head and closed his eyes, blocking out the retreating figure of Missy.
She's not real, he told himself.
She's not really here.
Screwing up his eyes, Richard ran, ran towards the temple.
He couldn't bear to have his heart broken again.
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