The Message In the Bottle
Chapter Seven
Okay guys, Ethan's still a little down that Sawyer's the bad guy next fic, so don't be too hard on him this week, okay?
Ethan: (whine) It's not fair! J.J. told me that I was the bad guy!
October: Do I look like J.J. Abrams to you?
Ethan: (mutters) You're ugly enough to be..
October: (scrawl)
Ethan: I mean..I love you J.J.! You're da man!
October: ...(hour long pauses) Never use the phrase 'da man' again..it's just..not right on you.
Ethan: (walks away mumbling) I hate being Canadian..
Disclaimer: I have nothing against J.J. or Canadians, but you might want to talk with Ethan.. and "Displaced" is by Azure Ray. And to anyone who's a fan of the song, and insist that it's friendship and I'm looking at it as love, please forgive! In my opinion, it's a great friendship song, though I can see how some people could look at it as love, and I just thought it fit in eerily well with Lost.
And please note that nothing in this chapter is meant to be slash! In fact, you'll never see me writing slash, I hate it!
Cue Music: "Displaced"
The sun was sinking into the deep horizons of the South Pacific as the beach camp began the process of rebuilding as they put their hand in, picking up fallen tree limbs and throwing seaweed back out to rest in the ocean.
It's just a simple line
I can still hear it, all of the time
All that was, except for Sawyer, who, as Sayid could see from not too far away from his new home, had fallen asleep, with some kind of book lying on his chest, his head turned to the side in exhausted. No one had bothered him, doing their usually telling off that he needed to put more effort in and at least help out a little. In fact, not even Kate had talked to him since whatever had happened during the storm.
And if I can just hold on tonight
I know that nothing
Nothing survives
And though he hated to admit it, Sayid had begun to pity the man, but even though what Sawyer had told him about his foster brother still clung to his mind like an annoying song, Sayid wasn't going to be the first to talk.
Nothing survives.
Hurley was going through more bags on the beach, his usual chore, especially now more than ever after the storm had torn the camp apart.
I think I'm turned around
But somehow, even the storm hadn't bothered him a bit, and though he'd never say it out loud, the island didn't seem so bad either, as long as whatever creepy crawler was out in the jungle stayed in the jungle.
I'm looking up, not looking down
And when I'm standing still
When the sun had set, Shannon and Sayid had decided to take a break from cleanup, and were relaxing in the sand, when Boone walked behind them, trailing along with Locke. He was well aware who Shannon was with, what kind of man he was, and was aware that for the first time since the crash, she was actually enjoying herself, actually smiling. Looking back at her, Boone thought of this, and decided that maybe Locke was right, maybe it was time he let go.
I'm watching you run
Hearing his shuffling feet, Shannon turned, Sayid's voice now just echoing against her ears, and she barely heard it as she watched Boone, just missing his own stolen glance to her.
Watching you fall
But as Boone walk back to whichever camp he was staying at now, she realized that though she felt bad for him, she knew that at the moment, that was exactly how she wanted him. Walking away. He was her brother, she knew, but that was it, she had to except it. For the greater good. Turning back to Sayid, she smiled at him.
Fall into me
Kate sat alone on the beach, staring into the deep blue ocean as she had done everyday, but today it felt different, today she had something more to think about then the past she hid.
Am I making something worthwhile of this place?
She thought about her conversation with Jack, and thought of Sawyer. The typical pros and cons, Sawyer had the looks, they both had the money, but what was Sawyer, really? She didn't even know, and knew he wouldn't let her any time soon. He had tried, sure, but Sawyer could do nothing more than hate himself, and not look at the situation for what it really was. But Jack.. she remembered the feel of his head on her shoulder as he fell asleep, and the way he sounded and the look in his eyes whenever he had tried to let her in. Because at least Jack had tried, and succeeded. She just hope that she had done the right thing.
Am I making something worthwhile of this chase?
Or maybe he had been trying from the beginning, Kate thought. She remembered all the times Jack had mentioned or hinted that he had too much on his back. All the times he had that same look in his eye he had tonight. All the times he looked so exhausted, or hungry, and almost childlike in hiding it. And all the times she had figured it meant nothing.
I am displaced
Kate stood up, and winced, still sore from the hike and bridge. Her hands were blistered a pinkish red from grabbing onto the hurt, but she could no longer feel the pain because every time she thought of falling, she thought of Jack helping her back up. She turned around, and heading to the caves, longing to hear his voice again, longing to feel that touch.
I am displaced
Charlie walked along the beach to where Claire was laying in the sand as he had seen her done so many times.
And she's my friend of friends
He gazed at her, almost losing balance from it, as he walked towards her, and watched as she rubbed her stomach, and smiling at some unseable thought.
She's still here when everyone's gone
Finally reaching her, Charlie sat down next to her and they met eyes.
She doesn't have to say a thing
Charlie reached into his back pocket, breaking the gaze, and pulled out Claire's diary. For the past few nights, they had sat together, reading her diary. She trust him as he read through the more humorous parts, the diary dating all the way back to her early years of trying to survive high school.
We'll just keep laughing all night long
He opened it to a page starting with Claire talking about her senior prom, and he didn't even mind that she was writing about another guy, because he had secretly read ahead, and smiled as she wrote about her dumping him at an Italian restaurant and spilling vegetarian sauce all over his dress pants. Both smiled at the words he was reading, and neither wanting to change a thing.
All night long
Sawyer woke up to a fire filled beach, though this time, it was due to dozens of small fires. People sat around them, in couples in groups, lovers and friends, while he sat alone, lying against some wreckage he had drug up from the beach. His book he had fallen asleep reading to, A Wrinkle In Time, was on his chest, opened to the middle. He'd finish it in the next day or two, he knew. He had nothing better to do.
Am I making something worthwhile of this place?
He wasn't like the others, making friends and building new homes. Sawyer had chosen to keep to himself for one reason: he deserved it. He didn't deserve to have a good time, and hadn't even deserved to survive the crash. But he did. What did that mean?
Am I making something worthwhile of this chase?
Looking down, he noticed that his taped up letter had fallen out of his back pocket, and thought it should've laid in the open, it was instead hidden under the suitcase, the edges sticking out so that only he could see it. Who had put it there?
I am displaced
He looked around, and saw that Jin was too sitting alone, staring into his own fire, but there were no footsteps leading his way. Instead, they were leading the opposite direction, right to Sayid, who was laying next to Shannon, her head just barely off of his chest, both asleep.
I am displaced
As Kate entered the caves, she spotted Sun reading a Korean book, sitting on some rocks, her bag beside her. She offered her a small smile, and continued walking towards a path near Jack's cave. A path, she knew, Jack had been taking every night.
It's just a simple line
I can still hear it all of the time
The path led her to a small clearing on a small spot on the beach that no one had found, or returned to, because she soon saw it for the same clearing where she had met Jack, and a few grains of sand were still stained with the blood from when she had stitch them up, and looking closely, Kate saw that a single strand of thread stuck out of the grit. Standard black.
If I can just hold on tonight
He didn't look up from his fire until she sat next to him, giving him a small smile.
I know that no one
No one survives
And he returned it as they let the night fade out around them, letting the crackling of the fire be the only thing they heard, though really, what they were hearing was the message from each other, the message that the others had been trying to send them since the beginning, because they saw it too. And no one needed to tell them in words, because as long as they kept that look between the two of them, kept that smile, they had it. They had each other.
No one survives.
Author's Note: Okay, a little angsty there, but I couldn't think of a good last line. Well, there you have it, the END. Next fic should be up sometime in the next week, and spring break's the week after, so I'll have plenty of time at night to write. Thanks bunches for the reviews! Yall rock!
And keep an eye out for my next fic..
Request: It's a game of trust and betrayal when Kate's past is put endanger and Jack vows to protect it. Meanwhile, what was meant to be a romantic date between Shannon and Sayid is turned into a misled jungle trek when Locke goes missing.
I haven't decided if this will be Kate or Boone centric. I have no flashbacks planned for Kate, but an island story, but it's the other way around for Boone. What do you think?
Thanks again, hope you enjoyed it, and until next time..
October Sky
