Disclaimer: I don't own lost and this is just a horrible mangling of the real story.
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE REVIEWED MY WORK AND LIKED IT! AND I ENCOURAGE THE REST OF YOU TO DO SO AS WELL, YOU SEE, APPRECIATION OF MY WORK MAKES ME HAPPY, AND A HAPPY ME MEANS MORE CHAPTERS FASTER!
Anywho, on to what you all came here for. CHAPTER FOUR!
"But what was he doing with her this morning?" Kate asked. It was well into the evening and she was sitting in a circle around a campfire with Charlie, Claire (her baby was safely nestled in the crib Locke had made about a foot away), Hurley, Sayid (sp?), Shannon, and Sun. Jack had gone back to the caves and Michael had gone back "home" to Walt so he could put him to sleep. Sawyer and his little drowned kitty had gone back to his shelter. And it was decided that she was his drowned kitty as he was the only one she had showed the least bit of affection for and was the only one who could control her and so she was his burden to bear.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Sayid said.
"You don't think he was… y'know…"- Charlie inquired uncomfortably.
Sun answered, "Michael said she was still in her wet suit. It was torn but she was clothed."
"Yeah but Jack said she was cut up," Hurley added.
"So now the crazy redneck is a sadist too?" Shannon wondered out loud.
"He's not a crazy redneck," Kate said with a bite in her voice.
"Did any of you guys recognize her?" Hurley asked, "I still have the roster. Maybe she was in the back half of the plane."
Everyone stayed quiet, all searching their memories with intense scrutiny. It seemed so long ago, that comfortable plane, the air conditioning, plastic cups of orange juice and brandy, flight manuals, routine disaster information… at least it seemed routine at the time. It felt as if it were in a different lifetime, as if the Hurley, Kate, Shannon, Sayid, Charlie, Claire, and Sun on that plane were not the ones sitting around this fire. Their lives were different even from their first days on the island. Shannon was without Boone. Sun was without Jin. Charlie was without his drugs. Hurley was without his CD player. And Claire was without her enormous pregnant stomach but instead with the tiny human life that dreamed peacefully.
Despite all of this, they had to try and connect their past lives with their present ones in order to try and figure out who this brand new cast away was and what she meant for their present lives and their future ones.
None could remember.
"Well good mornin' sunshine," Sawyer said as he stepped into his domicile. The girl had slept where he usually slept with the blankets he usually used while he slept out on the beach with a few of his "in stock" blankets (some of which were the clothing of rather large passengers that never made it off flight 815). The light of day penetrated his little shack as he brushed the curtain he had hung up like a door away for clear entry. It had to be about noon, but by now all the clock batteries had run out and the time was as good as anyone's best guess. But it didn't matter, the sun shone hot and bright on their island no matter where it was in the sky and the nights were cold without much variation.
The girl pulled her legs up to her chest and looked away, he had made her change her clothes as she was less than descent after Jack had torn her wet suit up more than it had been and the suit was just about useless. He had given her a pair of men's boxers that fell to just above her knees and Sawyer could see multiple linear scars running every which way on her thin supple legs. He had also given her a woman's t-shirt, black by her request (she had pointed to it while he was going through his stash) and her arms were just the same, though the scars seemed older and deeper. Some were just minor discolorations in her skin that either dipped or protruded out and some were fresh scabs but there were no deep gashes if she had crashed into a rock. They seemed professional, almost medical.
Her hair had dried by now too, white blonde locks fell straight as arrows to the middle of her back and her eyes, which he had not seen until just now because of the dark nights on the island, were a fantastic green.
Pretty little drowned kitty cat ain't she? Sawyer thought playfully as he smirked.
"Well come on kitty. You gotta give me something to work with here," he begged crouching down beside her; she still would not look at him. He let out a dry laugh as he got an idea, "Jack said you gave Michael a run for his money with that scalpel."
She turned her head at this and gave him a hard stare with her clear green eyes. "I didn't mean to," she mumbled,
Sawyer smiled, "Oh really? Well in that case I think it's time we took you outside."
Kitty's eyes widened at the proposition and Sawyer could see that she was thinking it through, "If I go… what… what will they do?"