Stranded Memories
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I own crap. They wouldn't even give me the bloody Lost poster at Disney, and that ruined my day. FOX owns all OC characters and OC related thingys… and ABC owns sobs all Lost related things… even my Charlie…
Summary: Little things can push people over the edge. That very thing happens to Seth Cohen, and he runs away (knowing that it worked before), but something happens sending him into a crashing situation. Lost/OC Crossover.
A/n: Okay… back to Newport… maybe… or not. Uh, this chapter takes place after the episode "Confidence Man" in case any of you watch the TV show lost… Ali… sorry.. I had an idea and ran.
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"Smooth Cohen, Smooth"
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The days moved slowly. I tried to help out in as many ways possible, but I kept mainly to myself except to talk to some guy named Sawyer. Nobody seemed to like him very much. In fact, many people hated him.
I couldn't find any reason to dislike him. Sure he was an asshole, the first time I met him. But he wasn't that bad once I talked to him. Maybe that was it. No one took the time to talk to him.
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I was sitting alone on the beach like I seemed to be doing a lot lately, well, at least since the plane crashed. That was when I first met him. The man that I would soon come to know as Sawyer walked over to me.
"Hey kid, somethin' got ya down?" he asked with a strong southern accent.
I didn't answer. I had heard talk. He was a jerk, a jackass, and nothing good could ever come from him. Just because I didn't talk didn't mean that I didn't listen to it.
"You gonna talk to me kid?" he asked again, now sitting down next to me. He couldn't take the silence as a 'leave me alone' gesture, could he?
"Kid, you have to talk sometime. Better now than later…" he said. Why did he want to talk so bad? And of all people, why the hell did he want to talk to me?
I looked over at him with a 'leave me alone' glare. He laughed. I wish I knew why he laughed. Sawyer was an odd guy that was for sure.
"You let everything inside of ya, you'll go crazy…" he said, getting up and heading to leave. Good riddance.
"Wait…" I said, my voice cracking slightly from the lack of talking. I don't know why I stopped him, but I was glad that I did. He seemed to be just as alone on this island as I was.
The man turned around and smiled. "What's your name, first things first," he said, as he sat back down near the place he was originally sitting.
"Seth Cohen," I responded, looking at him as if to question his name.
He got the hint and responded, "Sawyer… just Sawyer."
The response to that was silence. Once again, I got trapped in thought.
"You let everything inside of ya, you'll go crazy…"
Ryan was dead. My mom was probably devastated. I had ruined my family. So as punishment, I sat here, on some rotten island, having the thoughts plague me, on and on. Over and over, hour after hour, slowly driving me insane. Images of my mom sobbing and then flashes of seeing Ryan dead.
It was enough to make anyone go crazy.
"Nice to meet you Sawyer." I said simply once more.
"Nice to meet you too Cohen." Cohen. Summer would call me Cohen. In fact, I can only recall once or twice when she didn't call me Cohen, and those weren't very good memories.
The man must have sensed the little bit of emotion I was showing. "You can trust me." he said. I laughed internally. From what I had heard of Sawyer, you couldn't trust him as far as you could throw him. But he seemed nice enough, and he didn't seem like the gossip Newspie wannabes that would tell anything you said to them to everyone else they came in contact with.
He seemed like one who would keep a secret.
There was more silence. But it wasn't odd. It just was. It wasn't annoyingly quiet. The sound of the waves splashing up on shore hit my ears, and was relaxing, but couldn't get the pictures out of my head.
"Driving ya nuts, ain't it?" Sawyer said, with a small laugh. "Let it out kid."
Let it out? He didn't understand how hard it was to just let go. Let everything out. But it was driving me crazy.
"You miss your family? You miss your friends? You miss your normal life in general?" he asked. Yes. Yes. Yes. If I wouldn't have been such a stubborn ass I wouldn't have been stuck in the stupid situation.
I nodded.
"Well, you actually responded," he said sarcastically. Sarcasm was usually my thing. But I hadn't felt very sarcastic lately.
I chuckled slightly.
"Let it out kid. Things'll just get worse if ya keep 'um pent up inside." From what I had heard of Sawyer, this was nothing like him. He must have wanted something.
I still said nothing. I wasn't exactly sure that I could trust this guy yet.
We remained silent for the rest of the time. Until he finally bored of the way that I spent my life and got up. "Well, nice talking to ya Cohen." he said simply, before tossing something at me.
"Thought you'd like to have this…"
And with that he left. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but when I opened it, I found my wallet. I thought I had lost it. It was a little water damaged, but I could still see the pictures clearly.
I turned to thank him, but he was gone. Smooth Cohen, smooth.
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I began talking to him a little more and more. Nobody was really around when we talked, then again, nobody really talked to Sawyer that much and everyone else just seemed to ignore my existence. We were two people that were on the plane with nobody, and that was what we had in common.
"Cohen…" he said as he walked over towards me. I was sitting on the edge of a wooded area, looking out at the blank, empty ocean. It never changed; there was never a boat or a ship. There were never planes overhead. It was so odd.
"Sawyer." It was the way we always greeted each other.
"You ready to spill your guts out yet?" he asked.
I laughed slightly. He always asked that and the answer was always the same. Maybe today would be different. I felt like being different. I should now felt like I could trust Sawyer. We had talked somewhat and I began trusting him little by little.
Sure we had only been on the island… a few days (I had already lost track of how many days we had been stuck on the stupid spit of land). But he was the only one that paid any attention to me. The only one who really gave a shit about me.
I sighed. "Cohen, let me tell you one thing. If you don't let it out, you'll never get rid of it…"
I knew that he was right. I didn't want him to be right, but he was. "Fine…" I said. Better get it over with.
Sawyer said nothing as I got myself ready to tell the story of my screwed up life when the image of my mom crying over Ryan's dead body entered into my mind.
I shook it off. "I guess it all started when I ran away…"
"You ran away Cohen?" Sawyer cut me off. "Why am I having trouble picturing this?"
I laughed a bit and glared at him, but continued on anyways. "To Sydney. My girlfriend cheated on me with my step-aunt, and my brother was messing around with my ex-girlfriend. Parents wanted to get a divorce. A whole pile of shit piled on top of me at once. And I couldn't handle it. So I ran."
Sawyer gave me an odd look. Oh yes. The big Cooper-Cohen-Nichol incestrial circle. I had almost forgotten about it. Damn myself for making me remember about it. But he said nothing.
I continued. "I was in Sydney for two months… had a whole new life there. It didn't matter that I didn't finish high school. It was a fresh start, something new. I liked it."
"Now wait a minute…" Sawyer said, cutting me off once more. "You didn't finish high school… how old are you?"
"Seventeen," I said simply, before continuing. I wanted to get this over with. The sooner the better. "Then my girlfriend, not the one that cheated on me mind you, convinced me to check my messages, and I find out that my stupid brother went and died…" with those few words, my demeanor diminished and I felt hot, salty wet tears falling down.
"And then the fucking plane crashed, and now I'm here… and I keep seeing… I keep seeing this picture of my mom… and she's crying… and Ryan's dead… and… if I wouldn't have left, then Ryan wouldn't be dead and I wouldn't be stuck here!"
I couldn't say anymore. I had pushed myself over the edge by actually letting it out. It felt kinda good, but it stung even more, because I was admitting everything. I pulled my legs up to my chest and curled up into a fetal position, sobbing.
I felt so weak, so vulnerable. So horrible. I had forgotten that Sawyer was even there until I heard someone shout his name.
"Damn it Sawyer, can you ever do anything that doesn't hurt someone?" I heard someone shout. I looked up through the tears to see Jack and Kate walking over. Shit.
"I wasn't doc," Sawyer said. I couldn't find any lies in what he said. But Jack sure did.
"Sure you weren't. You made the kid break down Sawyer. And don't say you didn't. We saw you." Kate said.
Sawyer laughed. "Freckles, you didn't hear the conversation, you don't know what happened,"
But he was stopped by the loud sound of flesh hitting flesh as Kate slapped him hard across the face. "Leave Sawyer."
He didn't move. I felt invisible again. Sure I was the one that caused this, but once again I was being ignored. Sawyer didn't move until Jack grabbed him and lifted him up. I felt bad for not saying anything, but I couldn't think of anything to say.
I looked at Sawyer as he stopped and looked at me.
"Leave the poor kid alone," Jack said. Kid. That was all that I was to everyone on the stupid island was a kid. I wasn't Seth Cohen. Hell, I wasn't even Seth or Cohen… I was a kid.
Sawyer just looked at me before turning and leaving.
"Are you okay Seth?" Jack asked. Wow. I was amazed. He remembered my name.
I didn't answer as I got up, wiping the tears away, and storming off into the jungle.
"Smooth Cohen," I could hear my voice in my head. "Real smooth."
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A/n: I know.. Sawyer was out of character majorily… but it'll make more sense later. I hope you didn't mind that I added another Lost chapter in here, but I had the idea and ran. The last chapter wasn't that crappy was it?
