Disclaimer: I make no profit from this. The Lost characters and universe do not belong to me.

This is the sequel to my LOST fic: Legacy. If you thought that was full of drama just wait until you see this! Thank you for reading!

A/N: This story started out as an RP on a forum I visit. This is the part that I wrote for the RP. Yes the plot jumps around and yes it is full of drama like a soap opera, but that is why I love it. Credit also goes to my fellow writers; tigerlilly, benlinusisagoodguy, and fearandloathin for their input and genius characters.

Flashbacks are in italics. Flash forwards are bold.

Chapter 35

Mel slowly opened her eyes. All she could see was smoke but she could tell it was beginning to clear. She tired to move and cried out as her entire body screamed in protest. She looked down and saw that both of her legs were pinned under a large shelf.

She pulled herself to a sitting position and braced her hands under the shelf. The first time she tried to pull it up it didn't budge. The second time she felt it shift. She was able to raise it just enough to pull her legs out from underneath it.

As she got to her feet she took stock of her injuries. She had an array of cuts and bruises. Her thigh was an angry shade of purple where the shelf had fallen on it and it felt like she may have bruised her ribs. She hoped she hadn't broken any.

Over all she considered herself lucky as she looked around the Tempest, or what was left of it. Wreckage was all that was left. There was nothing to tell it had even been a building besides piles of concrete. It reminded her of the Hydra.

"I should be dead." she whispered to herself. There was no way a normal person could have survived this blast.

"Thank you Jacob." she said as she began to scramble over the concrete to the sliver of light she had discovered. She prayed that Martin and Christian had been able to make it out safely.

It took a while but Mel was finally able to climb and dig her way out of the Tempest. She poked her head out of the hole she had made and took a breath of fresh air.

She climbed out of the hole completely and looked around. A smile graced her face when she saw both Martin and Christian sitting on a fallen tree a few yards away.

Martin was the first to see her there. The look of relief on his face was obvious as he nudged Christian and motioned towards her. They both stood and started towards her. Mel was about to run to them when she was hit with a sudden bought of dizziness. She closed her eyes and willed the ground to stop spinning.

She placed her hands on her head trying to steady herself. She felt something wet on the back of her head. When she pulled her hand away to look, she saw it was covered in blood.

Martin saw this as well and began running towards her. "Mel!" he called.

"Martin?" she asked in question as she fell to her knees. He still seemed so far away.

Mel fell to the ground. For a moment her eyes stared at the canopy above; then they slowly closed as she fell unconscious.

Keamy watched in horror as Mel looked from the blood on her hands to him; then fell to the ground.

He was at her side in seconds. He scooped her limp body up from the jungle floor.

"Enough having her do this on her own. We're supposed to protect her!" he yelled at Christian.

Christian looked at Mel's still face and nodded, "Let's get her back to the village."

Keamy didn't wait any longer. He took the path to the village at the furious pace; sure Christian was right behind him.

He could feel her body beginning to grow cold and held her tighter, "Damnit Mel you stay with me!"

Keamy and Christian crashed through the jungle into the village only to find another scene of chaos waiting for them. There was a large fallen tree in the middle of the courtyard and Jack was lying on the ground next to it.

"Jack?" Christian called as he ran up to his son. Emma was at Jack's side and glared at Christian when he came up.

"Where have you been?" she nearly yelled at him.

Just then Keamy came up to them, Mel still unconscious in his arms. Emma looked from her to Jack as Locke stepped into the circle.

"She was in the Tempest wasn't she? She is the reason it exploded." he said accusing.

Keamy took a warning step forward, "It wasn't her fault."

"Then why did it even blow up in the first place?" John taunted. "She must have done something."

"Shut up old man." Keamy said as he held Mel tighter.

"Enough!" Christian yelled, startling them all. He looked at Emma, "How long has he been out?"

Emma shifted baby Desmond in her arms. She had barely put him down since they had been reunited, "Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."

"Where is Juliet?" he asked and no one answered. He looked at Sawyer, "Find her quickly." Sawyer nodded and took off for Juliet's house.

"We need to move him." Christian said standing up.

"Christian, what about Mel. She needs you." Keamy said.

"What about Jack?" Emma cried. "The last words he spoke were for us to find his father!"

"Christian." Keamy repeated.

Christian looked at his son lying on the ground, then to Mel, lifeless in Keamy's arms.

"Jack could be dying!" Emma said grabbing Christians arm.

Christina started to bend down back to Jack.

"Christian!" Keamy yelled.

"He is my son!" Christian yelled back.

"And she is your wife!" Keamy roared, breathing heavy. "Or do you not care anymore? Didn't you just say you would die for her?"

Christian's shoulders slumped, defeated, "Take her to the house. I'm coming."

"You can't leave Jack!" Emma cried.

Christian saw Sawyer leave Juliet's house with a shaken Juliet, "Julie will help him. I'll come along to check later."

"You're supposed to be his father." Emma spat.

"And you were supposed to love him." Christian shot back his eyes darting in accusation to Sayid.

Emma fell silent, tears running down her face.

Christian shook his head and with one last look at his son, turned away to save his wife.

Keamy laid Mel lovingly on the couch as Christian went into the kitchen. A few moments later he came in the living room with a towel full of ice. He balled it up and handed it to Keamy.

"Hold that on the back of her head." he said firmly.

"Ice? You're handing me ice? This is what is supposed to heal her?" Keamy asked, exasperated.

"I told you her body would heal itself. We just need to keep her still and safe until that happens."

Suddenly they heard someone banging loudly on the front door.

Christian rolled his eyes, "I'll see who it is."

Keamy nodded and turned back to Mel. He carefully lifted her head and held the towel to the back of it.

He thought he was imagining things when he saw her eyes flicker. He gave a sigh of relief when she opened her eyes.

"Martin?" she whispered.

He smiled, "Yes baby, it's me."

"Where are we?"

"We're in our house. Don't worry, you're safe."

Mel nodded slowly, trying to remember what had happened. "The Tempest, is it gone?"

"It's gone." Keamy whispered holding her hand tightly. "Mel, I thought I had lost you."

Mel smiled, "You'll never lose me love. You came back to me; I'll always come back to you. Be sure of that."

Keamy leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. From that moment he knew he would never be far from her side.

When he looked into her eyes again she was still smiling. "Where is Christian?" she asked.

Keamy was about to answer but someone did for him.

"Damnit Christian, don't walk away from me! I want you to explain yourself!" they heard from the door. Just then Christian walked swiftly into the living room followed closely by an enraged Emma.

Christian saw she was awake and smiled softly down at her, "Hello darling."

Mel's response was cut off by Emma, "Christian Sheppard, you answer me right now!"

Christian sighed and turned to face Emma, "Alright Emma, what would like to know?"

Mel could only watch as Keamy carried Emma's lifeless body to the back door where he handed it off to one of her father's men. He had appeared almost the instant Keamy had called him. Mel wondered how many more of her father's men were stationed so close, watching their every move.

"Christian, will she be alright?" Mel asked, her conscience stabbing at her. She hadn't had much strength to protest when Christian had pulled the syringe out of a drawer and drugged Emma with whatever was inside.

Christian sighed patiently, "Emma is a liability Mel. One that we can't allow if we want to succeed. She was asking too many questions. Don't worry, she won't be hurt."

"Succeed in what Christian? We took care of the Purge, I thought we were done."

"Our work will never be done darling, you must know that."

Mel fell silent as she considered as Keamy came back into the house. He saw her frustrated expression.

"You okay babe?" he asked.

Mel smiled at his casual nickname for her. "Yes, I'm fine. Feeling a lot better actually."

"Good." he said kissing her on the forehead. "I'm going to go clean up." he said calmly like they hadn't just drugged Emma and sent her to her doom.

Mel nodded as watched him walk to the hallway.

"So Christian, what do we do now?" she asked.

Christian's eyebrows shot up, "We don't do anything. Understood?"

Mel crossed her arms in front of her, "Fine, but you know he is going to come for her."

"Who Jack? He'll be stuck in bed with his injuries for a while. Not everyone heals as quickly as you darling."

"I wasn't talking about Jack."

"You mean Sayid?" he asked.

"You were the one to accuse her of being involved with him. What do you think he is going to do, sit around and wait for her? This is Sayid after all. I'll wager he'll be here with a gun in his hand before nightfall."

"We'll deal with Sayid if we have to. For now you just rest." Christian said as he went into the kitchen, leaving her alone.

Mel found she was suddenly very tired. She lay back down on the couch and her eyes closed almost instantly.

She was still half asleep when he came for her.

She hadn't heard a knock at the door so she assumed the steps were from either Christian or Keamy moving around the house. It wasn't until the hand came down tightly on her mouth, preventing her from screaming, that she knew it was someone else.

"Be quiet." the voice said with a threat. Mel knew he would hurt her if she didn't do as he said. "Get up." he growled.

She did as he said. As soon as she was standing he drug her to the back exit of the house. Mel had the idea in her mind to make a run for it until she felt the cool touch of the knife at her neck. "Move." was all he had to say.

They travelled for a long time through the jungle. Mel knew her way around it well by now and the man must have known this because he took her in enough circles to confuse her. She wouldn't be able to tell anyone where she was.

Finally, just as the light was beginning to show through the trees they stopped. The man threw her to the ground. Mel braced her arms against the dirt as everything spun in front of her eyes. It seemed her head wasn't fully healed after all.

Slowly she stood and looked at the face of her kidnapper. She had guessed as much, "Hello Richard." she said with venom. "Going to try to sacrifice me again?"

Richard barked a harsh laugh, "No, not me." he said as looked at someone behind her.

Mel whipped around to see Ben walk into the small clearing they were in.

"Ben, what the hell are you doing?" she asked.

Ben's face was blank of any emotion. "You were in the Tempest."

"Yes, so?"

"She has no idea what is about to happen to her." Richard smirked.

"Ben, what is going on?" Mel asked as a horrible feeling began to creep up her spine.

Ben smiled softly, "You're going to need a constant very soon Melody Widmore, and you won't be able to find one, until it is too late."

"What are you talking about Ben? What is a constant?" Mel asked as suddenly her father's parting words came back to her. He said he had given her two constants. But what did that mean?

"Don't worry too much on it Mel." Ben said as he stepped closer to her. She saw a brief flicker of guilt in his eyes before it vanished, "You're here with us until the end."

Mel flinched away from his when he said, "the end". The way he said it sounded like he truly believed it.

Mel glanced between him and Richard, "They'll come looking for me, you know they will."

"Oh your knights in shining armor? Christian and Martin Keamy?" Ben spat the last name. "I've no doubt they will. And when they do, Richard will be ready for Christian."

"And Martin?" Mel whispered though she knew the answer.

Ben's expression hardened, "I will take care of him."

"You can't kill him Ben." Mel said.

"Are you still clinging to the silly dream that on one can die here Mel? I assure you they can and I will prove it to you. I failed in killing that bastard once, I won't fail again."

"You just want your revenge." Mel cried.

"Of course I do!" Ben yelled, "He killed my daughter!"

"So you say Ben. Where is her body?"

"What?" Ben asked.

"Alex is not dead Ben." Mel began taking a breath to steady herself, "If you let me go, if you abandon this crazy plan to kill Christian and Martin then I will take you to her."

Ben looked almost hopeful for a moment but he shook his head, "No. This is just another lie." he said as he withdrew a gun from his belt. He weighed it in his hand, as if considering something. "No Mel, I don't buy it. I believe that right now you would say anything to get out of this situation. This is how it is going to work. They are going to come after you and if they find you, that is a big if, they are gone. I am going to kill the two men you love."

Mel felt the tears in her eyes and didn't bother holding them back, "What happened to you?" she whispered.

Ben glared at her, "You did."