Wish You Were Here

Chapter Eight

Song Disclaimers: "Somewhere Beyond the Sea" was written by Charles Trenet and Jack Lawrence, and performed by Bobby Darin. "Moondance" from what I found, was written by Van Morrison. I think(I don't speak French, so don't know exactly) that "La Mer" was also written by Charles Trenet. Spooky, huh?

"Hey," Shannon greeted as she spotted Sayid rushing into the caves, "haven't seen you around here in a- while-"

She stopped when Sayid began leafing through the French notes, searching for something, and cursed in Arabic.

"What are you doing?" Shannon asked, moving as Sayid began searching another stash that Shannon had been studying just moments before.

"That song," Sayid said pressingly, "that song that you've been singing? The French one from the movie?"

"'La Mer'?" Shannon asked, puzzled.

"What does it mean?" Sayid asked. "What are the lyrics? In English, what are the lyrics?"

"I translated them for you," Shannon reminded him.

"Are you sure you translated them right?" Sayid asked, sounding humorous at making such a small thing sound so serious.

"As well as I could," Shannon said, watching him, "why? What's going on?"

"There's another song," Sayid explained, "an English song-"

"Somewhere Beyond the Sea?"

Turning, Shannon and Sayid found themselves staring at Michael, who had apparently been listening into there conversation from where he was stocking up on water bottles for the thirsty construction workers at the beach.

"How did you know?" Sayid asked, curiously.

"It goes to the same tune as that French song," Michael said, "I don't remember who sang it- Bobby Darin, maybe?"

Sayid, not having much experience with American music, ignored the last part, and, instead, bolted out of the caves.

(Space)

Alex sighed as she sprayed more polish on the wooden tables. It was a boring job, really, waiting tables, but then again, parts of it were interesting, like when she was forced to listen into others conversations-

"Yes, they say the plane disappeared a few weeks ago," one woman in a turquoise dress, "it's a shame, really."

"All those innocent passengers," chimed in a woman wearing a black dress suite, "what do you suppose happened?"

"I don't know," turquoise said, shaking her head, "but I do hope they find them soon. I have a friend who's son was on the plane, a doctor. She's drowned herself in depression and guilt, sent him to Australia to find his father."

"And did you hear about the convict?" Said suite.

"The one from the bank robbery in New Mexico?"

"And a dozen other things."

Sighing again, Alex placed dirtied forks and spoons into a bucket to be watched. Sure she felt sorry for the missing passengers and their family and friends, but it was all that had been on the news for the past month. Rescue had stopped until further notice, and the only proof that Oceanic Flight 815 even existed was the airline's word and the last words of the pilot before the transceiver cut off, "I don't understand what's wrong". No one had known what had caused the plane to go the slightest bit off course- it had passed the inspection test twice before takeoff and the pilot was well-qualified, but whatever the cause, she was tired of hearing about it. A woman with red hair in a fur coat nearby gave a small sob, and just as Alex was about to ask if she could get her anything, a melody rang through the air in a bouncy, jazz tone:

"Well, it's a marvelous night for a moon dance

With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance

'neath the cover of october skies"

She had to laugh a little at her boyfriend's singing. His voice wasn't meant for jazz, but when asked to sing the ship's theme, Adam(the night's entertainment) couldn't back down.

"And all the leaves on the trees are falling

To the sound of the breezes that blow

And I'm trying to please to the calling

Of your heart-strings that play soft and low"

In truth, Alex loved the song, "Moondance" beautiful melody, beautiful lyrics. Shaking her head, Alex forced herself to go back to work and walked over to the woman crying.

"Excuse me 'mam," Alex said kindly, "is there anything I can-"

She knew the woman had looked up, but the sudden change in Adam's pitch drew her mind further away.

"And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush

And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Can I just have one a' more moon dance with you, my love

Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love"

But as Adam said the last few lines, he met her eye, and winked. Not knowing what that wink meant scared her- was he just making unspoken conversation? Or did he mean more- want more? Or was he trying to remind her of-

"Miss?" The woman was saying. "Miss, are you all right?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Alex nodded, trying to pull herself together. The wink meant nothing, she decided, it was just that- a wink.

Alex found herself standing on the seashore, just a few yards away from the crashing waves, that tried, but didn't succeed, in overtaking her thoughts.

Alex's eye snapped open to darkness. Groaning, she rolled over, and immediately knew that something was wrong. Her head felt heavy and she was sure she was going to be sick, and she was- moving? That couldn't be right. But she had no time to ponder that, because screams suddenly filled the night air. Rolling over and propping herself up with her elbow, Alex ran her hand through her hair, and took in her surroundings. She was in a dark room, laying on the bed, where someone had managed to cover her with the sheets. And the room was moving.

That's what bothered her the most, even more than the screams for help she was hearing from behind the door on the far side of the room, and the feet she saw skimper across the floorboards through the light that shined underneath, giving her enough light to notice that a phone lay on the night stand beside her, hotel room style. Panicked, she glanced from the phone to the door, phone to the door, contemplating on what to do.

Finally making up her mind, Alex swung her legs over the side of her bed, groaning as she realized that wouldn't be as easy as she had thought. Her legs felt numb..just like..

"You drugged me!" Alex hissed as she threw open the door of the Moondance's suite- room 234, running into Adam, who was rushing by her, dressed in black jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You know you couldn't of-" Adam began desperately.

"Gone along with it?" Alex finished, corybantic. "I would've gone along with it!"

"Look, you're just slowing things down!" Adam said, not realizing how crude he sounded.

"Slowly you down?" Alex repeated following him. "I though you trusted me!"

Alex fought back the tears that forced there way through her soft, brown eyes.

"I trusted you!" She shouted as Adam picked up his pace, trying to block her out. "I loved you!"

That made him stop.

"Loved me?" Adam said. "Is this what you think this is? Some kind of romantic, fairytale relationship?"

"Well.." Alex couldn't contradict herself, "yeah. That's what you said-"

"We're trying to survive here," Adam said, stepping closer, "trying to make it in this world. Me looking out for you, you looking out for me. That is what this-" he pointed to himself and then to her, "is."

He turned around, and fought a crowd of people to the basement door, and Alex watched him go as tears slowly made their way down her cheeks.

Watching the waves crash was somehow different from this area than the one she always was in on the beach camp. Here it was more peaceful, but yet, in the same way, forceful, like the scenery was trying to make her do something, or overcome something. She felt connected to it somehow, like she knew it, personally. Observing the sand beneath her, and the ragged rocks, she began to wonder- maybe she did.

Alex leaned against the side of the Moondance, staring into the deep navy blue lit waters underneath, studying the reflection of the girl she didn't know looking back at her. She was able to remain calm in the mist of the hectic going-ons. Apparently one of Adam's fellow robbers had fired a gun in the dinning hall sometime around eight-fifteen. Havoc erupted amongst the vacationers on board, but after a thurrow search only an half an hour later, the captain concluded that the robbers had escaped, finding no more signs of them. Of course not, they were all in the cargo. Lost in the night's events- from the conversations earlier to waking up, drugged, to her recent talk with Adam- she found that she had the strength to do nothing more than to cry, frozen against the coal railing of the ship. Leaning further into the side, she could ignore the footsteps approaching behind her, but not the voice.

"Jem's ready to go," came Adam's voice from behind her, "they jumped onto their ship sometime around nine. It's a miracle they weren't seen."

Finding herself not able to answer, Alex just listened as she remained clinging to the railing.

"They're coming back in a few minutes," Adam said quietly, "if you still want to come."

"Why can't you just take the cruise back to New England?" Alex found herself asking. "And meet them there?"

"Because-"

"What's that?" She heard a voice demand from inside as a motorboat came spinning into view.

"Dammit," Adam muttered.

"What?" She asked, frantic. "What's wrong? What's happening?"

"They're early!" Adam said, angered as he turned Alex around. "You'll have to jump."

She looked down below at the the boat that rested beneath them. The jump had to be at least fifteen feet, and the fact that she was wearing a dress wasn't what scared her.

"Are you insane?" Alex said. "I can't- I'm not-"

"Who's out there?" The voice shouted.

"Just- go!" Adam hissed into her ear.

Alex scurried to lift herself onto the railing, and sat a moment, trying to catch her breath(and a last prayer) before she did what she knew she had to do.

"Jump!" Adam yelled from behind her, and she felt nothing but the thick night's air push her down until her hand banged hard against the side of the boat, her body completely missing it as she sunk into the water.

The world faded into blackness, and she heard nothing except the sound of Adam cursing and another crashing wave, as she fell into unconsciousness.

Alex was almost in complete tears when she forced herself to turn away from the scene, and run back into the jungle. Vision blurry, she hadn't seen that she had taken the wrong path, and didn't see it until something banged against her forehead, knocking her back. Rubbing the place where it hit, Alex stepped back to get a look at whatever the thing was, and her hear skipped a beat and breath stopped when she did-

In front of her dangled three dead bodies, hanging from a noose tied with thick rope on a tree of bamboo. Startled, Alex gave a gasp, but then something caught her eye- the man hanging in the middle- barely a week dead- was wearing torn black jeans, and a ripped black sweatshirt. She recognized those clothes- those were Adam's clothes. And the two other men grew familiar by the second- Adam's crew. She stumbled back into a tree, and wasn't able to stare at the dead bodies any longer. Instead, she curled and turned, holding her arm against the tree and cried into it.

(Space)

"I thought you didn't want to go back to Danielle's," Jack pointed out after listening to what Sayid had to say about all the coincidental past connections.

"I don't," Sayid admitted, "and especially not after what happened with Hurley and the battery."

"Then what's your point?" Jack asked after chuckling a little at the memory.

"I was hoping maybe you would be willing to take her," Sayid said as he held back, waiting for Jack's protest.

But all Jack said was, "Why me?"

"You've gotten to know her," Sayid said, "and you have a connection with her. She understands you."

"I've only known her for two or three days," Jack elicited, "and she's only sixteen, we don't know how well she'll be able to- what was that?"

The bushes to their side rustled, and Jack and Sayid stepped back, and waited to meet- Alex. She had her arms wrapped around herself and was shaking, but from being afraid or cold, neither Jack nor Sayid could tell.

"Alex?" Jack began slowly. "Alex, what's wrong?"

Alex didn't answer them as she remained standing there, shaking.

Author's Note: Okay, I hope I didn't give you guys a major headache that chaper. If your confussed, just ask! I was going to make this one the last, but it would've been way to long, and I figured that was a good stopping point. Sorry for the rush in this chapter, but the flashbacks had to happen sometime. Also sorry for not updating last night, I spent nearly all day at the doctor's, and was exhausted. I actually got more than six hours of sleep! In fact, I got twice as much! Lol, I think I've picked up Jack's sleeping habits. From what I saw, though, the site wasn't even up last night. I hope you all came back, and thanks for the reviews!

Coming up: A freaked out Alex tries tells Jack and Sayid what she found, and when Jack finally agrees to take her to Danielle, things don't get much better.

Next chapter or next, next chapter: Kate tries to patch things up between her and Alex, and one last scene between Jack and Sawyer- where Sawyer's actually human. It's kind of neccessary for next fic, where Jack has to be able to be around Sawyer without wanting to kill him- or at least only part of Jack wanting to kill him.

Next fic: "The Impossible"

The tension between Sayid and Boone is no help when Shannon goes missing, which apears to Boone as being Sayid's faults, and Kate worries when Sawyer starts developing mysterious headaches, and only she wants Jack to help him.

Okay, few questions for good health:

1. How many of you heard, "No, we're the survivors of Oceanic Fligh 8-1-5" on the transiever? I know I did.

2. Which do you think Sawyer will end up with next ep? Kate and Claire? Or Jack and Boone? I personally hope he's ends up with Jack, because with Kate with Claire, someone will need to be there with Jack, and(besides Kate) I don't think anybody would be able to throw the reality of 'you've got to do this' in Jack's face better than Sawyer. Or maybe I've read to much fanfic- lol.

And for my fic-

What kind of obsticles would you want me to throw at Boone and Sayid next fic? Everything I think of is repeating. Help!

Thanks again for the reviews and as always, you guys are the best!

October Sky