Title: Unfixable
Dislaimer: I don't own LOST... Somebody else does... I just like to play with their characters... And their dialogue...
Note: This is my first ever fanfic... Please be gentle!
Also... thanks for the kind reviews... the more you review, the faster I post new stuff...
Sorry it's been a while… But I'm Up to Speed Again
Feeling the soft, ocean breeze waft over my bare arms, I shivered a little. Jack, who was breathing quietly, almost snoring beside me, didn't move as I pushed myself to a sitting position. Allie's cradle caught the glow of the moonlight, casting odd shadows across the sand. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, then glanced up at the tarp, blowing in the wind. Why isn't that tied down? Jack tied it down before we went to sleep. I stood, padding over to the doorway, grabbing the bottom and pulling it taut before tying it to a small post wedged in the sand. Finishing, I slipped over to the cradle, peering down into the bed. My eyes flickered over it, thinking maybe it was the shadows creating a wrong picture. But reaching down, my hands searched, gaining panic, over the blankets. The empty blankets. The scream that escaped my lips was sure to wake everyone in the camp up, but I didn't care. "Sarah! Sarah, what's wrong!" Jack groaned, blearily waking up. "Allie's gone! Jack, Allison's gone," I cried, my voice breaking through the tears.
FLASHBACK
"Hey…let's play house!" I squealed, my tiny, ten-year old voice jumping up at the end of my statement. Clasping my hands together tightly in front of my face, I glanced excitedly from my best friend, Jenny, to her brother, Nick, who threw a sideways, quite disgusted look to his best friend, Cory. Jenny, after a little thought, nodded, her head bobbing her long, red hair across her freckled cheeks. "Okay! Cory, you be my husband," she ordered, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to our playhouse. I grinned, but felt a faint blush creep across my cheeks. Thanks, Jenny. I'd had the biggest crush on Nick since I'd met him; he was so cute- curly, dark hair, with piercing green eyes. And even though he was a year older than I was, he was always so sweet to me. Nick stretched out his hand, grinning broadly. "Let's go, before Cory and Jenny take the good house," he said.
Gazing down at the baby doll in my arms, a huge smile crossed my face. I hugged it close, its fuzzy, blond head placed gently in the crook of my arm. "I can't even imagine you when you actually become a mom, Sarah," Nick stated, watching me settle on the ground, still holding the baby, "You're going to smother them, like my mom. Yuck!" He wrinkled his nose, making the freckles, almost identical to Jenny's, dance across the bridge of his cheeks. "I want to have lots of kids…" I sighed, smiling up at him. He nodded, leaning against the side of the plastic playhouse. "You will…and all them will be just like you…again, YUCK!" he joked, his voice teasing. Gently, very carefully, as not to harm or disturb it, I laid the doll in the crib next to me. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I rose, bringing myself to stand in front of Nick. "Hey, Sarah…come out here!" Jenny's voice called from outside the house. Nick was first out, but I was right behind him. "What Jenny? And where's Cory?" I asked, glancing around the backyard, frowning. Suddenly, I heard Cory laughing behind me, and I whirled to see him dangling my doll by its foot high in the air. With a shrill cry, I bolted after him. "Cory, give that back! You're going to hurt it!" I cried, chasing him. But Cory was faster than I was, and taller, so the doll was well out of my grasp. "Hey Cory…give it to her," I heard Nick yelling. Tears were welling in my bright eyes, watching the doll being carelessly tossed around. "Okay…fine!" Cory yelled, and with a laugh, he launched the doll across the yard. I screamed in horror, watching everything happen in slow motion. Nick moved to catch it, but was short as the doll slammed against a nearby tree. It's tiny arm broke off with a pop, landing underneath the doll's body.
Moving to the doll with lightening speed, I fell to my knees, tears sliding down my face. With trembling hands, I picked up the doll in one hand, the arm in the other. I could hear Nick say some sharp words to Jenny and Cory, then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "She'll be okay, Sarah. We can fix her…" I shook my head, wiping the tears with the sleeve of my shirt. "She's…she's broken…he broke her…" I sobbed, cradling the baby doll close. Nick reached down, taking the doll from my arms. "Let me see her," he said, very gently. I watched him with blurry eyes as he turned the doll over in his hands, cocking his head to see if he could get a better look at what had happened. "Can I take her home with me for a while? Like…to the emergency room?" he asked. I shrugged, sniffing, rising from the grass. "I guess…" I said, crushed as I walked back inside, leaving Nick in the yard.
END FLASHBACK
The sun was peaking out over the horizon as the group gathered around, whispering urgently to each other. There was a nervous intensity that sat over the castaways; no one was sure what had happened-all they knew was that a baby was missing. Rumors were beginning to circulate that the Others had come back to the camp because I'd gotten away before they could get the baby, or that a rogue boar had taken her during the night. Sayid, Jack, Locke, and Sawyer hovered around the tent, talking in hushed whispers. Well, everyone but Sawyer, who was almost to the point of screaming, and his hands were flying animatedly. "He looks like he's about to strangle Jack." I jerked a little at the voice, not expecting anyone to speak to me right now. Wiping my eyes, I looked up into Kate's soft face. "Hi." "Hi," I responded, sliding over a little to give her room to sit. She dropped next to me, resting her chin in her hands as we watched the men deliberate. "You're right. Sawyer's seeing red," I commented softly. "That's okay. That vein in Jack's next is sticking out. He's just as mad-maybe more," she said grinning. "I wish they'd quit arguing and find Allie. We've sat around for hours," I said, tears welling in my eyes again. "I'd be right up there in they're faces. I can't believe you're not," Kate said. "I was-for hours. Jack told me to sit…which made me mad, so I argued some more. Right now, I just…I'm just scared. She's just a baby…" Kate reached out and squeezed my arm. "Stay put," she said, rising from her seat and storming over to the group. After a few moments, I walked up to them, frustrated with having to wait any longer. "I want to go after my child. NOW. The Others took her, and I want to go get her back," I spat, pushing my way into the circle. Sayid stared at me, his hands planted on his hips. "I don't think the Others took Allie, Sarah," he said, slowly. I immediately could tell this subject was what split the group in their discussion. My eyes jerked over to Jack, completely thrown. "He thinks…he thinks it was Rousseau," Jack explained, his hand moving to my lower back, an attempt at being supportive. I could feel his hand trembling against my skin. He's as scared as you are. "That's nuts, Mohammed, and you know it!" Sawyer roared. But Kate held her hand up. "Why do you say that, Sayid?" she asked inquisitively. Sayid launched into his explanation about Rousseau's daughter being taken by the Others, and how she wants desperately to have her child back. Jack looked to me, his eyes apologetic and guilty. "What do you think?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. Stiffening, I nodded slowly. "Take me to Rousseau, Sayid."
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