Okay, looks like you guys enjoyed the last chapter! I'm so happy! Okay, here's One of Them! Wonder which side Carmen's going to take? Hmm… let's read on…

I turned the knob to the right, turning off the shower. I grabbed the towel I had draped over the top of the shower and dried my face, then the rest of my body. I stepped out and got dressed, and then walked out of the bathroom, running my fingers through my hair. John was walking towards the bedroom.

"Hello. Enjoy your shower?" He asked me. I smiled.

"It is nice to have a shower again," I replied. He smiled.

"Leaving?" He asked. I nodded.

"Unless you need me?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Go. I'm here, I'll take care of the button," He said. I smiled, and walked through the hallway out of the hatch. I decided I'd take a different route to the beach, and walked a ways. I picked up a stick and broke it in half, and threw it back behind me as I walked through a cluster of trees. When I looked in front of me, Rousseau was pointing a gun at me, with Sayid behind her.

"Whoa!" I yelled, jumping back in fear.

"It's fine, she's one of us," Sayid said, lowering Rousseau's gun. I stepped forward.

"As for trust," She said to Sayid, offering her gun to him, "Take this." Sayid took the gun from her. "If I'm lying, it's yours to use." Sayid checked to see if there was ammunition in the gun. When he was reassured, he looked back up at Rousseau.

"How much further?" He asked her.

"Not far," She replied. She then turned to walk. I walked beside Sayid.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked him. He looked to Rousseau, then back at me.

"I don't know."

"Then why are you going with her? Claire told me she tried to take her baby!"

"I'm going with her because she felt it necessary to find me to deal with whatever it is we are going to." He stepped forward.

"Then I'm coming," I said.

"No."

"Yes," I said quickly. "If it's as simple as you said, then why not?" He looked up to Rousseau, who nodded, then nodded to me.

"Fine," He said. I followed him and Rousseau quietly for another fifteen minutes or so, until Sayid said something.

"How much further?" He asked. Rousseau didn't say anything. "Danielle!"

"We're here," She said, stopping.

"And where exactly is here?" Sayid asked. She leaned over and moved some leaves aside, picking up a crossbow and arrows. "What is that for Danielle?"

"Help me!" I heard a man cry out. I looked in front of me. "Hey! Somebody, help!" I ran forward to see a bag of rope, hanging from a tree, and an arm wave out of it. "Over here!" I ran forward. "Please! Help me! Help me!"

"Don't believe a word he says!" Danielle said. I ran to the man and stood under the web of ropes. "He's one of them."

"I have no idea what she's talking about. She's crazy!" The man said.

"How long has he been up there?!" Sayid asked Danielle.

"Since last night!" The man yelled. "Please, just cut me down! My name's Henry Gale, I'm from Minnesota!"

"Sayid help me get him down," I said.

"Please," Henry pleaded.

"He's lying," Danielle said. Sayid pulled a knife out of a sheath on his belt.

"I'm going to cut him down," Sayid said, backing over to the rope holding up the netting Henry was stuck in.

"Don't."

"Thank you," Henry whispered.

"You're making a serious mistake," Danielle said as I backed away from the web of ropes. The rope snapped, and the trap fell from the tree, Henry breathing quickly and scared. He wiggled and pushed out of the ropes. I ran to him and helped him free himself.

"It's okay, it's alright," I said to him as he panicked. He laid on the ground a minute. I looked up to Danielle, who was loading her crossbow. Henry saw her, too, and got up quickly and ran in fear.

"Wait!" Sayid said. He saw Danielle pointing the bow. "Danielle! Don't!" She fired the bow and hit him, stopping him in his tracks and knocking him over. I stood a moment in shock, then ran to Henry's body, lying on the ground. Sayid caught up to me, followed by Rousseau. "You could have killed him."

"If I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him," She said.

"You shot this man with no provocation…"

"He is one of them!" She yelled. She pulled rope out of her pockets. "Tie him up. You should take him to your doctor. He's no good to you dead." As Sayid and Danielle tied him up, I looked at his face.

"And then what?" Sayid asked.

"You talk to him, Sayid. As I recall, that is what you do," She said. She was talking about torturing people. I looked up at her, then to Sayid, hoping he'd reject her idea, but he said nothing. "But know this… he will lie. A long time, he will lie." Sayid stood up and picked up Henry, and we walked quickly back to the hatch.

"You won't, will you?" I asked him. He looked ahead of him only.

"I won't what?" He asked.

"Torture him?" I said. He didn't look at me. "When you stabbed Sawyer… you said you'd never do anything like that again. Please, Sayid, there's another way." He said nothing.

"I will do what has to be done," He said. He stopped and turned to me. "I will do only that, Carmen, but I must do that." I nodded, and we hurried back to the hatch. I went ahead and opened the door to the hatch, letting Sayid in. Sayid leaned him against the workout bench.

"I need Jack," I said, looking at his shoulder. I got up and ran to the bathroom, looking for medical tools, like gauze and alcohol.

"Who are you?" Sayid said after a while. I hurried into the main room to where Sayid and John were kneeling in front of a distressed Henry.

"Henry… Henry Gale… ahh, my back!" He said, seeing the arrow. I knelt in front of him.

"John, where are the medical supplies?" I asked.

"With the guns," He said, meaning no where I could find them.

"Great…"

"We're going to take it out, but first I want you to relax. How did you get to this island?" Sayid asked.

"Four months ago… we crashed, my wife and I," He said.

"Crashed in what?"

"A balloon. We were trying to cross the Pacific," He said.

"Your wife, where is she?" Sayid asked. Henry looked up in fright.

"She died… she got… she got sick. Three weeks ago. We were staying in a cave off… the beach. My shoulder! At least untie my arms!" He pleaded.

"What the hell's going on here?" Jack asked.

"Jack," I said in relief, standing up.

"Rousseau trapped him in the jungle. She believes he is an other," Sayid said, giving Jack a pause.

"Another what?" Henry asked.

"You shot him with an arrow?" Jack asked.

"Do I have a bow?" Sayid replied sarcastically.

"Hey! Hey, you with me?" Jack asked Henry, kneeling in front of him. Henry nodded. "What, you were just gonna let him bleed to death? Carmen, keep him conscious."

"Right," I said, kneeling in front of Henry. Sayid and Jack argued behind me. "Henry, I need you to keep talking to me a few minutes," I said.

"What are you gonna do?" He asked me, panicked and afraid.

"We're going to get the arrow out of your shoulder, but you need to relax…"

"How?" He asked. I paused.

"I'm sorry, but it is going to hurt," I said. He looked up in fear. "But not as much as it would hurt to keep it in your shoulder." He grimaced. I nodded. Jack came over with a water bottle and gave him some water.

"Jack?" Sayid said from behind us. "Do not untie him." I looked back to Henry, who was going to go into shock soon. I took off his jacket slowly as Jack brought over some tools. He took scissors and cut his shirt off around the arrow. He went and grabbed some antiseptic and poured it on the wound.

"Hold him as still as you can," Jack told me. I nodded, and grabbed his thigh and his elbow to hold him still while Jack took the arrow out. He took pliers and cut off as much as he could of the arrow coming out from the back. Henry groaned, but didn't open his eyes. Jack put gauze over where the wound we be in the front and started pulling the arrow out with the pliers. Henry breathed heavily and quickly, groaning, but remaining completely still. When the arrow was out, he passed out. Jack held him up as I cleaned the back side of the wound and put gauze over it with medical tape. We then laid him down on his back, and cleaned the front side of the wound. I was putting the tape over the gauze when Sayid and Locke approached us.

"Did he say anything?" Sayid asked us.

"No, he didn't," Jack said quickly, "He was in shock."

"We can't just leave him layin' here, Jack," John said. "People 'll see him, it'll create a panic."

"Yeah? Well, where do you think we should put him?" Jack asked.

"I say we put him in the armory. It's secure," Sayid suggested.

"It's better to err on the side of safety, Jack. Just until we can be sure," John said.

"Okay," Jack said. "For now." John helped pick him up, and I moved over to the sink and washed my hands as the three men moved him into the armory. The door shut and I looked up, drying my hands. I only saw Jack and John.

"Where's Sayid?" I asked. Jack looked back to the door of the armory, and started walking back.

"Sayid?" Jack asked, knocking on the door. "Hey, what the hell you doin'? Sayid! Hey!" Jack knocked harder. I looked to John, who looked guilty.

"John?" I asked. He looked at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck, then started walking around the room. Jack tried putting in the combination.

"Damn it… Sayid, open the door! Sayid answer me…"

"Jack," John started.

"Why isn't this combination working, John? Did you change it?" He asked angrily.

"Yeah," John replied, somewhat guilty.

"Why would you do that?" Jack demanded.

"You were raising an army," John said.

"What?"

"And why you didn't ask me to help, well that's your business, but there's only one reason to raise an army, Jack, and that's because we're at war," He explained. Jack walked over to the armory door, trying to think of a way to convince John to open the door. "And like it or not, whatever Sayid has to do behind that door, that's a part of it, too." Jack pointed to the door.

"What if he's tellin' the truth, John?" He asked.

"What if he's not?" I sat down on the couch, crossing my arms, trying to figure out what to think.

I picked the tools and scissors up off the ground and started to wash them.

"Can I give you a hand?" John asked Jack. Jack didn't say anything. "Jack, I know this isn't…"

"Shut up," Jack said, tired and annoyed. I put the scissors down on a towel and thought. I looked over at the bench.

"Where are the pliers?" I asked Jack, hoping he'd say they were in his hands. He looked to John, and my eyes followed. He didn't look surprised. Sayid had them. I leaned on the counter. "John… we can't let Sayid do this." I felt him look at me, but I didn't look back. "That man is telling the truth."

"What if he isn't?"

"What if he is?!" I yelled, turning around quickly. "I was out there with them when you were, John! They said they'd leave us alone! Why would they come?"

"These people don't have rules, Carmen, they place rules on us, but this is their island. They'll do what they want!" I rolled my eyes, and stayed silent a moment, turning back to the counter.

"He's not lying. After being shot, after a woman trapped him and shot him with an arrow, he kept the same story! You know why, because it was true! Who the hell would make up coming from Minnesota, John! Or coming here in a balloon?!" I asked. Sayid started yelling, and Henry screamed, crying for help. "Jack!" I yelled, scared for Henry.

"Sayid! Sayid!" Jack yelled, pounding on the door.

"Jack," John said, trying to stop him.

"Open it. Open it now, John," Jack demanded.

"Jack, this has to happen…" Jack grabbed John by his shirt collar and pushed him to the wall.

"Open that damn door, you understand me? You open it now," Jack demanded. John shook his head.

"No."

"Now!" Jack yelled, as the button beeped. I turned to put in the numbers. "Carmen, don't!" I stopped, unsure what to think about the button. I ran to the door and pounded over it, trying to scream over Sayid's yells and Henry's cries.

"Okay… okay, right fifteen, left…"

"You think I'm stupid? You open it," Jack demanded, throwing him to the door. I backed up. I watched as John put in the combination, and pushed aside him as he ran to enter the numbers. Jack opened the armory to see Sayid kicking Henry down to the floor. Jack pulled him back, and I ran in front of him to push him away and to stop him from kicking Henry anymore.

"He's lying!" Sayid yelled over and over again.

"Not like this!" Jack yelled. "That's enough!" Jack threw him over. I walked in front of the armory door and shut it. I turned and leaned against the wall as we caught our breath. "What the hell was that?"

"He is one of them," Sayid said. I shook my head.

"Yeah? Did he tell you that?" Jack asked.

"No," He said.

"Then how do you know?"

"Because I know. He is one of them," Sayid said, almost like he was in a trance.

"I think that's what Rousseau thought about you once, Sayid. If I'm not mistaken, she strapped you down, she shocked you all because she thought you were one of them," Jack reminded him.

"He is," John said.

"What?" Jack asked.

"He is one of them. To Rousseau, we're all others. Guess it's all relative, huh?" He asked. I shook my head.

"What you did in there, Sayid," I started. He looked up at me. "It was wrong."

"I did what was necessary…"

"No, Sayid, it wasn't necessary to beat him halfway to hell! He was telling the truth!" I yelled.

"He was not…"

"Sayid!" I yelled, walking around to try to calm myself. "Leave. Leave and don't come back here, Sayid." He looked at me, confused, but he walked out and left. I sat down on the couch and sighed, putting my hand on my forehead.

"Carmen…" John started.

"John, just shut up and leave me alone," I said. I never looked at him, and he didn't say another word.

Hehehe, did you think she would defend him? Well, she did. So there. Hope you liked it. Poor Henry… or is he? I don't know… do you? Maybe… maybe not… I'm going to stop typing now.