The Impossible

Chapter Seven

"Help!"

Sayid's eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at an ant crawling across a stick.

"Somebody help me!"

Recognizing the voice as Boone's, Sayid jumped up, and listened for it again for a hint to some kind of direction.

"Help!" Boone shouted again. "Somebody help me!"

Choosing a path, Sayid took off in a full out run, and stopped short as Boone's yells came closer and closer, until he finally spotted an outline of Boone's body, and he followed the moonlight until he found him. Boone had been tied upright to a tree, and was struggling against the bonds that held him. His nose was clotted with dry blood, but other than that, he looked okay. It looked more like his attacker was trying to scare him, rather than kill him.

"Thank god," Boone said, sighing in relief as Sayid moved to untie him.

"How log have you been out here?" Sayid asked as he finished untying him.

"I don't know," Boone said, rubbing his wrist together, "an hour, maybe a little more?"

"Good," Sayid said, and grabbed Boone's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Boone exclaimed, jerking away, only to have Sayid clasp his hand over his wrist again, and examined it.

"Making sure your circulation's good," Sayid explained, taking Boone's other wrist, and then dropping it. "You'll be fine."

"Yeah, yeah," Boone muttered, and reached into his pocket to see if the med. bottle was still there, planning to take one, until he remembered- it wasn't.

"Did you see who it was?" Sayid asked, curiously.

"What?" Boone said, and then remembered, and decided to lie about it, "Um..no. I didn't see anything..whoever it was came from behind."

Sayid eyes him, knowing that was a lie. He couldn't of come from behind and knocked Boone's face out at the same time without Boone seeing him. Looking casually down at the ground, Sayid meant just to stare at it for a moment until he saw something, something he recognized.

"Isn't that Shannon's?" He asked, not really caring if Boone had heard him or not, because Sayid knew he was right as he bent down, picking up a small ankle bracelet.

Boone took it from Sayid's hand, and immediately recognized it.

"Yeah," he said softly, and as he looked at it closer, his eyes widened in horror..

It was covered with blood.

Boone opened the door to his house as quietly as he could, rubbing his sore wrist together, and sighed in relief when he found the mansion silent. He closed the door carefully behind him, but failed when the slightest shut sent an echo roaring through the house.

"Boone, is that you?"

Groaning, he cursed himself for not realizing sooner that his mom was awake. He tried to make a run from the stairs, but soon saw that his mom was closer than he thought, when she crossed from the den into the main entrance.

"Oh my God!" She gasps, seeing Boone and rushing towards him.

"What?" he heard his stepfather, Gordon Carlisle, say gruffly, entering the room, rubbing his neck.

Boone tried to look down, not wanting Gordon to see the condition he was in. Ever since his mom married the guy, Gordon had decided right off that Boone wasn't ever going to be a son of his, and had stuck with it.

"Here, let me see your face," Anne said, cupping her hands around Boone's cheek as she turned his head up, and nearly jumped back in surprise. "Oh my God..what happened? Come on, over here- she began dragging him by the arm, which only made Boone feel worse.

He felt like hell. He was hell. His face stung, arm burned, back was stiff, his neck even worse than his back, and his head pounded so loud that Boone couldn't even make out what Gordon was saying to his mom.

"I'm fine," Boone muttered painfully, though he knew it did no good as his mom began wiping some of the blood off his face with a dishtowel she was holding. "Mom, stop-"

"Annie the boy's seventeen," Gordon said, waving his stepson's injuries away,"if he doesn't want help don't give it to him."

Anne turned, and glared at her husband, making him step back, something at any other time, Boone would've been pleased at.

"What happened?" His mother asked again.

"It was nothing, Mom," Boone lied as the sounds of the crash came roaring back to him, making Boone lose his balance.

"Oh honey your forehead's burning up," Anne said, feeling it, "maybe I should drive you to the-"

"Mom, it's fine!" Boone protested, swatting at her hand.

"It was a fight wasn't it?" Boone's mom said, holding her son's hand back as she wiped away the blood.

"No Mom-"

"It was, wasn't it?" Anne repeated. "Boone, I told you that-"

"It wasn't a fight!"

"Don't you lie to me!" Anne said. "I can't believe you'd-"

"Fine Mom," Boone sighed, figuring he'd never get out of it, "I got in a fight all right? But it wasn't my fault, just let me go upstairs."

"No, you need to get cleaned up," Anne said with a motherly scrawl.

"Mom stop!" Boone yelled, startling both parents, and with the silence, he stormed up to his room.

(Space)

Sawyer gasped as he jerked awake, and tried to sit up, but felt himself pull back down. He looked around, in a panic, and tried to move his hands until he realized they were tied around the seats below him.

"Hell-" he moaned, turned his head to the side.

"So you finally decided to wake up."

Looking the side, Sawyer saw Kate sitting beside him, her hair damp and pulled back behind her ears, and her clothes in the same damp condition. He tried to remember what happened, and didn't remember a thing until he noticed that his chest was bare, and the place smelled of sea water- the swim. The last thing he remembered after running from Kate into the water, was picking her up and tossing her out to sea, only to have the impact bounce back on him, as he remembered his head exploding with pain, and dizziness taking over as tiny dots cluttered his eyesight.

"Why am I tied up?" Sawyer asked, feeling helpless.

"Because I wanted to get the truth out of you," Kate said, and reached beside her, where she pulled out a suitcase, and Sawyer understood what she was talking about.

The cigarets stood out brightly against the green cloth they were laying on as Kate tilted the case towards him. Sawyer groaned in defeat, leaning back.

"So do you want to start the story now?" Kate said, staring coldly at him. "Or do you want me to go get Jack and you can sit and have a therapy session with him?"

Staring up at the sky, trying to think of how to start, reminded Sawyer of the letter confession only a few weeks before. Finally Sawyer took a deep breath, and began.

"I've been having these dreams," he said, immediately interrupted by Kate.

"Dreams?" She repeated, staring at him.

"These weird dreams," Sawyer said, looking away from Kate, "I don't understand them."

"What are they about?" Kate asked, finding herself interested.

"I'm in this room," Sawyer said, recalling, "it's really big, and dark. I can't find my way out of it..and someone's coming after me. I'm looking around..I can't see myself or anything else..and then..it ends. And in the mornings, I wake up, feeling like this."

Kate looked at him, trying to decide on rather on not Sawyer was telling the truth or lying again, but as he looked at her, giving her that same fearful look she had seen in his eyes before, and knew that there was no way he was lying now.

"How long has this been going on?" Kate asked with a new concern.

"A few days.." Sawyer tried to remember, "a week."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Kate knew that if she were in his shoes, she would've told someone after at least the third day.

Or would she?

"Oh, right," Sawyer snorted, "hey, Jack, I was wondering if you could use your

x-ray vision to tell me what these weird dreams I've been having are about."

"I wasn't talking about Jack," Kate said, and looked at him, Sawyer returning the look, taking a while to figure out what that meant, until he finally understood.

"So are you going to untie me?" Sawyer said at last.

Kate smiled mischeiviously, and then nodded, moving to do so.

Author's note: Short with a cheesy ending, I know, but I need as much room for Boone flashbacks as I can get, so it had to be. This means next chapter should be up soon. Thanks for all the reviews!

LOTRfanficreader- Remember the plane Locke and Boone found maybe two fics ago, and the creepy guy with the screwed up leg who had survived the crash? That was Marcell:) Don't trust him..

Eliza4892- Unconfused now?

Okay, my working summary for next fic..

The Regulators:

Just as Locke and Boone disappear, so does Kate's case which causes havoc leading to false accusations, and if the castaways can't get their heads straight, one of them may get killed..

But as always, don't take my summaries that seriously, they're usually what I thinks going to happen. I hope the dream thing doesn't sound overused, because, as always, dreams don't go unnoticed on this island..lol..so formal sounding:)

Next up, on The Impossible:

For those of you who read my version of HAM(I think there's one of you..) you'll know more about Boone's flashbacks then the others, and they get intense when Boone's evil step dad makes a decision that changes everything in Shannon's life, and Boone's too. Anyway, next few chapters(and into next fic)..more people(or person) passes out, a few giggles, a reunion, a breakup, a kiss, jealousy, disappearances, murder..excited yet? Lol.

Also hope the people going unconscious thing isn't being overused. Shouldn't happen as much next fic. Hope you guys liked it, and thanks again for your reviews!

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