The Impossible
Chapter Six
Boone groaned as he forced himself to lift up one eye. He was laying on the ground, and the dirt and rocks below him, cutting into whichever side it was he was rested on. He tried to lift himself up, but failed at the heaviness of his body, and the pounding of his head.
"I wouldn't try to move so soon if I were you," a voice from somewhere close advised him.
After a long moment Boone concluded that the voice must be Sayid, and that's when he remembered everything that had happened- ending with the hallucination.
"Oh God," Boone moaned, wondering why it had to be now that they came back, when he was far away from anyone who could offer any kind of help-
No..you two need to go that way.
Locke's last words had finally come back to haunt him, in a ghostly voice in the back of his head. It was like Locke had set this up. He had meant for this to happen- had known this would happen. Like it was some kind of punishment, and Boone knew deep down that he deserved it. Boone forced himself to roll over, and his eyes strained at the blinding sunlight that immediately hit him.
"What happened?" Boone muttered, even though he already knew the answer.
Or did he? For all he knew, his mind had manifested all of that.
"You fell," Sayid said, handing him a bottle of water, "or at least, I think you fell. I was hoping you could explain that part to me."
Boone didn't answer him, but instead tried once more to get up, and succeeded. Sayid followed his actions.
"Do you want to go back to Jack?" Sayid asked, showing sudden concern.
"No," Boone said truthfully, shaking his head, "we need to find Shannon."
"Are you sure?" Sayid said.
"I'm sure," Boone nodded.
Sayid nodded back to him, and for the second time that day, grabbed onto a tree branch, and lifted himself up. Before Boone did the same, he reached into his pockets to make sure his meds were there, planning his next fix, but felt nothing expect the thick laying of denim.. they were gone.
(Space)
"You can't stand there all day, Freckles," Sawyer said, shielding the sun from his eyes with his arm, "but I ain't saying a word."
Kate was sitting in a chair she had pulled up beside Sawyer's tent. She now smiled in satisfaction, knowing that she'd get something out of Sawyer eventually. Though she knew she could never really know Sawyer, she didn't think that deep down, he was as hardcore as Jack, and she knew that as long as she'd have patience, her plan would work.
"So why were you on the plane?" Kate asked him for the dozenth time, desperate for some type of conversation.
"I told you already," Sawyer muttered, "I travel a lot."
"You know," said Kate, "I don't picture you as the traveling type."
"Did you want something?" Sawyer asked bitterly.
"Just wanted to talk," Kate shrug.
"Right," Sawyer muttered, "well I hate to break it to you, but at the moment, I'm not up for group therapy.
Kate smiled at the thought. She could just picture it.
"You know, I could arrange that," Kate said playfully.
"Don't even think about it," Sawyer said, turning his head over towards Kate, "so why were you on the plane?"
The question caught Kate off guard.
"Wha-what?" she stammered.
"What were you doing in Australia?" Sawyer asked, his eyes boring down on her as if to say, 'I know you're not going to tell the truth'.
Kate fought to remember the lie she had kept up with.
"I was visiting the islands," she lied, "I like to go scuba diving and stuff out there, in the coral reef area."
Sawyer raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well is that not the worst lie I've ever heard?"
"I'm telling the truth," Kate protested, a bit more serious than she meant to.
"You swim then?" Sawyer said, remembering Kate that day at the lagoon, and her gracefulness in the water.
Kate nodded, nervous.
"Come on then," Sawyer said, hiding a wince as he sat up.
"What?" Kate said puzzled, looking at him.
"Let's go," said Sawyer, pulling his shirt off.
Kate just continued to stare.
"What?" Sawyer asked, smirking. "Seeing something you like?"
Shaking herself out of it, Kate finally found her voice.
"You want to go swimming?" Kate said, and blinked.
"It must be ninety degrees out here," Sawyer said, pulling off his shoes, "and hell, might even find a cure for my headaches in there. Come on, what do you say?"
Kate thought about it, and decided that she had nothing better to do, and was supposed to 'watch over Sawyer' for the rest of the day anyway, so she pulled off her own shoes, and leaving on her shorts and pulling off the cover over her tank top, ran after Sawyer.
(Space)
A bird chirped somewhere over Boone's head, and he felt something pick at his nose as he moaned, feeling himself come back to life.
"Excuse me?" A voice was saying. "Hey, you-" he felt someone poke at his shoulder, "you all right?"
After a few tries, Boone's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself face to face with a man about thirty, who he didn't know. He tried to respond, but his English came out in a rasp of coughs.
"Hey, take it easy," the man instructed, "you'll be fine, let me just call-"
"No!" Boone said suddenly, and the man jumped back a little in surprise. "No- I'm fine."
His voice came out in a hoarse mutter, and Boone forced himself to look around, to find a crowd of at least a dozen standing around, worried. Along with the crowd, were two overturned vehicles not to far from him, mixed in with a pool of smoke.
"The cops are on their way," the man told him, "someone called the accident in a few minutes ago, we're looking for the other passengers- hey!"
Boone fought to find strength, and jumped up, trying to ignore the pain that shot up his back as he did so, or the fact that his arm was bleeding drastically, and there was a cut on his head as well.
"What are you-"
Boone didn't let the person finish as he turned, in fear, and fled from the scene.
(Space)
Kate chased Sawyer into the ocean, ignoring the stares they received from wondering eyes, and swam after him as he went out ten, fifteen, twenty feet into the cool water.
"Whatever happened to Miss Professional Diver?" Sawyer teased, and Kate responded by dunking him, momentarily forgetting Sawyer's headaches.
And Sawyer got his revenge, picking Kate up from underneath, and flinging her out at least five feet. She screamed in surprise.
"Hey!" She shouted. "That wasn't fair!"
She tilted her head back in the water, letting the salt sink through it, undoing her ponytail as she did though. Kate then brought her head back up.
"Hey, Sawyer!" She yelled when it was silent for a moment. "What, are you getting to old for this?"
There was no answer as Kate laughed to herself.
"Come on Sawyer!" She called after a pause. "I was only joking! You're the one that threw me and-"
It then struck Kate that she was talking to nobody.
"Sawyer?" She said loudly, worried, and swam in circles looking for him. "Sawyer?"
She then noticed a tiny pool of bubbles floating on the waters a few feet from her, that were then drawn into a wave and as it passed, she noticed a dark figure sinking into the ocean's deep.
"Oh god," she muttered, and dived into the water after him.
(Space)
"Somebody help me!" Kate yelled as she drug Sawyer's unconscious body to shore, finally having to drop him a few feet from the tide and turning, shouting. "Somebody, help!"
Immediately two castaways ran to her side, one of them being Jack. She didn't have time to ask him what he was doing at the beach.
"What happened?" Jack asked, dropping down beside Sawyer as Kate did the same.
"I don't know," Kate said, trying to pull herself together," we were just swimming, and he must've swallowed too much water or something and-"
Jack felt Sawyer's neck for a pulse, and breathed in relief when he found one. Kate eyed him suspiciously. Suddenly it was as if there was no riff between Jack and Sawyer at all, and Sawyer was just another castaway.
"He's still got a pulse," Jack informed her, "but we need to get him back up to the beach."
Kate just stared at him, along with Michael who had come with Jack.
"Michael, you hold his back," Jack instructed, "Kate, grab his feet."
The other two just continued to stare.
"Come on!" Jack shouted, startling them.
But Jack's sudden personality change was only part of Jack's worries as she helped carry Sawyer up the beach, drawing a small crowd. When they reached Sawyer's small camp, the three laid his body down on one of the airplane chairs, and Jack sat down on the other, rechecking Sawyer's pulse.
"Will he be okay?" Kate asked after a moment.
Jack looked at her, and saw the worry in her eyes. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but knew that he had to put that aside for now.
"I'm not sure," Jack admitted, and Kate bit her lip.
"Think this was from the withdrawals?" Kate asked as Jack felt around Sawyer's lungs and ribs.
"From what, drugs?" Michael asked suddenly, looking up.
Jack and Kate looked at him.
"No, smoking," Kate corrected.
"What?" Michael said, confused. "I mean, to a regular smoker a cigaret or two a day might not be enough, but I thought he was doing pretty well.."
He was cut off by the look Jack and Kate exchanged. Jack looked at Kate doubtfully as he opened a suitcase Sawyer had hoarded that was laying near by them. Sure enough, three packs of cigarets lay on top of some shirts, and Jack took them out, showing them to Kate, who sighed in frustration. Jack stood up, feeling as equally frustrated as Kate.
"Aren't you going to help him?" Kate asked, watching him.
"I can't do anything until he wakes up," Jack said, and turned, walking away.
(Space)
A fire crackled in front of Boone as he sighed in pure boredom. It was now nightfall, and he and Sayid had found no sign of Shannon. Sayid suggested that they stop for the night, figuring that getting themselves hurt in the dark wouldn't help Shannon anymore. Boone knew by 'themselves' Sayid had really meant him, but had agreed to stop anyway. He now concentrate on the flames, waiting for one to flash over Sayid, and as it did, Boone made sure the man was fast asleep as he stood, and started up the path.
He had cursed himself for not taking the meds when he had the chance, and now felt miserable without them, and knew he wouldn't be able to survive long unless he found them. This was the weakest Boone had ever felt, but knew he had to suck it up and deal with it as he started up the path, but he soon learned that he wasn't the only one walking on it as he heard a twig snap behind him. Stopping, he listened for more, and before preparing for an attack, Boone felt himself being spun around and groaned as he was thrown against a tree. The next thing he saw was a fist being thrown at his jaw, and then another, and the last thing he saw before blacking out was the sneering face of Marcell, the other plane crash survivor, and heard him say in a cold, cruel voice:
"Don't tell."
Author's Note: Okay, that chapter kinda moved fast, but it had to happen! Thanks for all the reviews!
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