Forget Me not
Chapter Seven
Author's Note: Sayid's character is one of the hardest to write. Just the way he acts and speaks, it's harder to impersonate than most of the characters. Bottom line, please bare with Sayid in this chapter. The conversation he and Boone have about Locke should have been a Boone and Jack conversation, but I wanted him with Kate most of the time, and there wasn't room to bring it around in the beginning. Not to mention, because of Shannon, I think that the Sayid/Boone friendship is going to parallel(there I go again!) with the Jack/Sawyer friendship, so I wanted to work on that. I'll try my best to get him into character, so I hope that you're not disappointed!
"Why was he on that plane?" Kate said, speaking to herself, though she still received an answer from Jack.
"Why don't you just ask him?"
Jack sighed exasperatedly. He was tired, worn out, and all through this he knew that even if they did find the dynamite, they couldn't go anywhere without finding Shannon, Sayid, and Boone first. And that's assuming that none of them had gotten themselves hurt.
"I did," Kate said, shuffling the sheets of paper again, "he says that he likes to travel."
Jack snorted.
"Come on," he said, "you believed him?"
Kate stared at the manila file she held in her hands. It was a police report- make that entire notes from an investigation. An investigation of a crime that had acurred over twenty years ago, concerning a suicide and homicide that took place all in front of a little boy- Sawyer- or as the report referred to him, James Judith Ford. God no wondered Sawyer never liked his name, it really was as bad as he had made it out to be. It also showed that at one time, many years ago, his parents were religious people, or at least people who hoped that going to church and naming their son after religious figures would shed some light on their families. Keep praying.
"This stuff is-" Kate searched for words, "-insane. I can't believe it. He's like some..monster. He's been tracking down this guy for years."
"I thought you knew that," Jack pointed out.
"Yeah," Kate said, "but then it just seemed like some pity story. I mean, I believed him and all but-"
"It never seemed real," Jack finished for her.
"Yeah," Kate said breathlessly, looking back down at the old man in a picture clipped to the information staring back up at her with haunting eyes.
That was the first time that she had noticed the tiny miniscule writing that read John Coiler, 1950-2004. For the first time since finding the information in what had appeared to be Sawyer's bag(she had found his license in a side pocket), Kate flipped the page and found herself reading a news heading dated two days before the crash:
Around three A.M. this morning the body of John Coiler was found dead in the alleyway beside the shrimp stand he ran just thirty minutes out of Sydney. Forensics found no evidence at the scene, and no fingerprints on the body. The coroner's guess is that Coiler was shot some four hours earlier. No suspects have been named but the investigation is being looked into. If you have any information on Coiler, please call..
There was a number listed afterwards, but Kate didn't bother to read it, because she already knew who the murderer was.
(Space)
Sayid let Shannon lead the way for a while(there wasn't much to the upper deck, as long as you noted the sloping service) while he hung back with Boone, tempted to get a few answers.
"How's your arm?" Sayid said, trying to get a conversation started.
"It's just a cut," Boone sighed, feeling like he had been repeating the phrase all afternoon.
"Do you think we'll make it back in time?"
The question caught Boone off guard.
"What?" He said, puzzled.
"To help Locke," Sayid explained, "you're the only one here who knows what's inside the hatch. Will he have enough air until we get back?"
"Um.." Boone hadn't really thought about it, "I guess. I mean, it's a pretty big, open space."
"How big?" Sayid said curiously.
"Is this your way of trying to get me to tell you about the hatch without me realizing what I'm doing?" Boone said, spelling out Sayid's plan perfectly. "Sorry but, looks like your losing your touch. Guess you need to practice on those interrogation skills."
"So it's big then?" Sayid continued, ignoring Boone's comment. "Large enough for airspace. Is there a second entrance?"
"Not that we know of."
The answer didn't give away much, so Boone decided to save the lies.
"What does it do?" Sayid inquired. "The thing that you need the numbers for."
"Oh," Boone said casually, "that doesn't have anything to do with the hatch. That's just a-"
"Who are you protecting?" Sayid said, stopping.
Boone stooped as well, and turned.
"What are you talking about?" Boone asked nervously.
This was it. Sayid's plan was working flawlessly, even as Boone knew exactly what he was doing.
"Is it Locke?" Sayid went on. "Are you protecting him? Or hiding something for him?"
Boone just stared at him, trying to comprehend that.
"I'm not hiding anything-"
"Do you honestly think that Locke would go through this much trouble to protect you?" Sayid said sharply. "Had it been you shut in the hatch, and not him, would he of come and gotten us?"
"I wouldn't be trapped down there," Boone declared, not wanting to think about what Sayid was trying to process through his mind.
Because he knew Sayid was right. Locke wouldn't of gone and found them. He would've stayed out there for days trying to open the hatch himself, or go back to however he did it originally. And in the end, if he couldn't find a way, most likely Locke would've just made up some lie about his death. Maybe Boone would've been lucky and his death would've been cooler than just falling off a cliff.
"Why not?" Sayid said, breaking Boone from his realizations.
"Because I know how to work the thing?" Boone said, so determined to prove himself against Locke that he didn't realize what he was saying.
"What thing?" Sayid's eyes narrowed darkly.
"Nothing," Boone said quickly and turned to try and keep up with Shannon.
Boone tried to calm himself down as he took his time walking down the stairway, step by step. All through this his mind was telling him that he was walking to death. But David couldn't of changed that much could he? Maybe he was still weak.
When he reached the main room, he realized immediately that the front door was closed. Nothing in the room had been removed or misplaced, and the rug in front of the door was perfectly straight. Just in case, Boone quietly moved over to the door and reached up to lock it, praying that Shannon was obeying his orders. That's when the attack came.
Something hard smashed against his skull, and glass fell all around him as Boone spun, and fell against the door.
"That's for all the crap you've put me through the past two years," David growled.
Through his blurry vision, Boone could tell that what Shannon was going to say was true- two years could do a lot to people, and for David, it had turned out on the positive side. Boone was about to say something when a gun was pulled on him. Nothing was said, and he realized that despite the weapon, it was still his turn to talk.
"What the hell do you want from me?" He said finally.
"Either you go to the nearest police station and turn yourself in," David said with an errie calmness to his voice, "or I'll kill you."
"I'm not turning myself in," Boone said, trying to pick himself up off the floor.
"Well then," David said, a small grin forming at the corner of his mouth.
Because that was the answer he had really wanted, but Boone had no time to talk himself out of the situation. David pulled the trigger, and a shot was fired.
(Space)
Sayid and Boone's conversation was cut short by a scream by Shannon. They both ran towards where she was hovered over the railing. Sayid was the first to reach Shannon, and he helped her turn over. Shannon's face had turn a mixture of a deadly pale and a sickly blue. She was shaking terribly, and was clearly having trouble breathing.
"Shannon," Sayid said in a hurry, "what's wrong?"
"She's having an asthma attack!" Boone answered for him, glaring. "You've got to help her!"
"I've got to help her?"
"You did last time!"
"I wasn't the one that stayed by her side!" Sayid argued. "I don't even know what's going on!"
A cry of pain interrupted their arguing, and their attention was turned back to Shannon.
"Go find Jack!" Sayid instructed.
Boone stood up to go do just that.
"And hurry," Sayid added, and Boone turned back to look at him, "Locke's still out there."
Nodding, Boone ran off, hoping that his directional instincts were right.
Author's Note: Directional instincts? Is that even a saying? Lol. Oh well, what Boone means is, he hopes that he can find Jack by following where his instincts tell him to go. Yeah..wow, that last plot? Came out of nowhere. Hm..those two are always having to save that girl, aren't they? I have to ask, do my repeating plots get annoying? I'm trying to think of originals- I promise! Sorry for the short chapter, that just seemed like a good place to end. I'm busy Thursday, so you probably won't see another chapter until Thursday night. Sorry. Anyway, thanks for the reviews! Glad you guys like it!
Next up, on "Forget Me Not":
What happened with Boone and the attack thing? Well just remember that Boone is alive now, so either he got shot..or someone saved him. We all have to ask ourselves the question, where did Shannon learn how to use a gun? I'm about to give my version..sometime. Flashbacks or island, you'll see!
Thanks again for the reviews!
Until next time..
October Sky