Title: Lost in Her Mind
Author: bookworm835
Rating: PG-13
Category(s): Drama/Action/Adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, yes, we all already know that... wah.
Summary: Megan begins seeing visions of her lost uncle Charlie. Continues the Lost series too, you know, like the normal episodes, but has Megan stuff too. Terrible summary but RR anyway!
Spoilers: Um, prob'ly will have a little of every episode, but mostly "The Moth" and "All the Best Cowboys have Daddy Issues" and maybe a few more recent episodes too.
A/N - HEY, YOU ALL EVERYBODY (hehe), MAKE SURE YOU READ THIS: Okay, peoples, I think Megan was supposed to be, like, three when this happened but I'm making her seven or something. It makes things easier than making the main character a little toddler, you know? Hope you like. This idea just sort of popped into my head today so if it's a little messy, sorry! Also sorry if there are a ton of spelling/grammar mistakes. Still... hope you all like!
She crept silently through the green and black foliage, her small hands being torn and bruised by the thorns and branches on nearby bushes. She was drawn towards the faint, muffled cries in the distance and though she didn't tell her legs to move, she'd never ran faster or quieter than she was now. It was growing dark but she was not afraid. She wasn't brave, either. She felt empty, emotionless - all she knew was that she needed to get to that sound. There was something there that was calling her... but no, she could not hear the calls in her ears - instead, they rung around her head; inside her head. The trees loomed forbiddingly above her head, whispering. Yes, the trees where whispering... Turn back, turn back, they said, but she paid no mind. She kept moving, step by step, step by step. Not far now.
"No, please no!"
She heard the voice - it was a woman's - it painted a picture in her head. Long, wavy locks of gold hair, a sweet face. Australian. Loving, motherly, but scared. Very, very scared.
"Don't hurt him, please, please!"
The voice urged her to run faster. Swift as the wind itself, she hurried on, but she didn't feel the fear that the frightened woman did. She didn't feel concern for her either, or whoever 'he' was. Whoever 'he' was... he was going to be hurt... and she didn't care. But she needed to see him, see her, see them both.
"I'll do whatever you want! Let him go! Take me instead!"
Darkness was falling. In her mind's eye she could see two other people rushing through the forest. The man was tall with short, dark hair; the other, the girl, was younger, with thick brown-black hair and a pretty, freckled face. But these weren't the people she was looking for. She knew they weren't the ones. But they were heading in the wrong direction. She could tell they were looking for what she was looking for, yet they ran south, not east.
Nonetheless, she did not try to help them. She was too small anyway - no one would ever believe her, she was a mere child, after all. No one ever believed the children.
She ran east.
"Help me! Jack! Kate! Please!"
The Aussie woman's voice was becoming more frantic and it wavered with sadness now.
She could see the tears welling in the Australian's sapphire eyes.
Run faster. Run - faster!
Turn back.
No, run, run!
Turn back NOW!
NO!
"NO!"
This voice was not her own. It was the Australian's. And as she, the child, finally made it to the clearing she saw a brown-haired man dragging the Australian (she was just as the child had imagined) away. The Australian had her hands tied behind her back and salty tears were streaking clean spots down her dirty, bruised face. The brown-haired man continued to tug her off relentlessly, hardly blinking an eye when the Australian struggled and kicked.
"NOOOOOOO!"
And then they were gone... but they did not disappear into the jungle, they simply vanished - faded away like smoke, quick and silent. The whole scene dissolved around the child, all except for the small clearing and a single, tall tree.
Suddenly, as she began to realize what was happening around her, fear gripped the child and all emotions rushed back to her - confusion (where am I?), fright (who was that man?), anger (why was he so cruel to the Aussie girl?)
Slowly, very slowly, she lifted her head to face the heavens but they were not purple-blue or star-spotted, they were pitch black, and the moon glowed crimson like blood, casting an eerie red shadow across the clearing and across her face. She turned with dread and gasped. There, hanging from a vine by his neck, was another man, a different man from the other darker-haired two. His dirty-blond hair was plastered to his forehead, turned brown from moisture. A rag was tied round his head as a blindfold. His arms hung limply in front of him and his legs dangled high off the ground.
She screamed.
Then he dissolved, too.
She was alone and the moon was glowing in a more vibrant scarlet color. It bathed the entire world red. She was lost. There was nothing around her but the black sky and the red moon. She began breathing harder. The red light was becoming more than light, it was more like a fog now. She coughed. The air was thickening, leaving dark-red droplets on her skin. She touched a driblet and brought it up to her face, examining it closely. Then her eyes widened. The air was still getting thicker and thicker and turning watery, but denser. She opened her mouth wide, choking, and a coppery-tasting, tangy liquid poured in. Her feet lifted off the ground and her arms and legs pumped frantically. She couldn't breathe, she was drowning. She was drowning in blood.
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"Megan? Megan! Wake up!"
Megan was being shaken awake, Liam Pace, her father, clutching at her small shoulders, sitting on her bright pink bed with her. The digital clock on her nightstand glowed red. It said 12:42 AM.
Tears streaked her face, not the Aussie woman's, hers, Megan's. She sobbed uncontrollably, her breathing quick. Liam gave her another shake. Her eyes shot open and she stopped crying, blinking, stunned.
Liam hugged her close with a soft sigh. "Shh, it's alright, sweet," he said gently, smoothing her shiny blond hair.
"Daddy?" she gasped, stiff in his arms.
He nodded. "Yes, it's alright, Meggy. It was just a dream."
She went lax in his arms, buring her face in his shoulder, fresh tears burning her eyes. "No, no, it wasn't just a dream! It was real."
Liam shook his head. "I heard you screaming, Meg, and when I came into your room you were tossing around in your bed, sleeping. You were sleeping, sweet, you were dreaming and everything's okay now, see? Daddy's here. Mummy's in bed upstairs. We're all okay."
"No!" She sniffled. "No, Uncle Charlie isn't okay."
Liam's eyes went wide. "W-what about Uncle Charlie, sweet?" he asked quickly, trying to remain calm. He hadn't told her about the plane crash. He hadn't told her about the sudden, unexpected, tragic death of the uncle she hardly knew and everyone else on board. He hadn't told her that the plane had never been found.
She sniffed again. "Uncle Charlie. I was in a jungle place and then there was a pretty lady being pulled away by a scary man. And I looked up and the moon was red and then I turned around and Charlie was hanging there by his neck! It was so scary Daddy, he wasn't breathing, he was dead! And then I couldn't breathe, it was scary, it was so scary -"
He shushed her. "I-it's alright now," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Charlie... he wasn't hung. He..." Liam gulped. "Megan... Uncle Charlie died a long time ago. He was in a plane crash. No one survived. He wasn't hung... because he's been dead for more than a month."
Her mouth open slightly, Megan looked frozen on the spot; the only sign of movement came from her eyes. Silent tears were still streaming down her pale, warm cheeks. Then she wrapped her little arms around her father and he picked her up and set her in his lap.
"I'm sorry, Meggy, I'm sorry... I should've told you... No more tears, alright? No more crying, no more sadness. It's okay. Daddy's here, Daddy's here, Daddy will make everything all better."
She took in a slow, shuddering breath. "Uncle Charlie is... dead?" she asked numbly.
"I'm sorry..."
Megan felt a funny feeling on the top of her head and looked up. Pearly tears rolled down his face too. She held him tight and they sat together in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
Megan glanced at the clock. 1:27 in the morning. She swiped her purple, floral printed sleeve across her eyes. Liam was staring out the window solemnly. Tears still clung to his eyelashes.
"Daddy?"
He blinked and looked down at her. "Yes, sweet?"
She took a deep, steadied breath. "Daddy... I believe... that it wasn't just a dream."
He blinked back more tears.
"And you know what else I believe?"
"...What?"
"I believe that Uncle Charlie is still alive."
Okay, sorry if this chapter was too short, I seriously thought it was gonna be longer. The end of this chapter was sorta crappy but I hope you still liked it! Reviews, please? Oh, and this was NOT a one-shot. It WILL be continued. Next chapter will take place on the island, continuing the series from "Outlaws".
