Days on the Island

(this takes place after season 1)

at the beach

Claire was bored. Very, very bored. Charlie had taken Aaron for a walk, so she had nothing to do. She felt like doing something crazy for once. Like...bungee jumping. Sky diving. Scuba diving. Eating whatever you want! She was bored with the same old stuff on the island.

Oh, yeah. Forgot to mention that. They'd crashed on an island about 3 months ago. Only about 40-something survivors. Some were nice, some were weird, some were crazy, and some she didn't know at all. Claire sighed. At least things had calmed down for a little while, she thought. The sun beat down on her hard, and she found she was drenched in sweat. She looked around the beach: everyone was busy doing something.

Claire thought about all the things that had happened to her on the island. She thought about all the new people she had met. She thought about her son Aaron, her little bundle of joy. Claire was glad she kept Aaron. He made her happy all the time.

While thinking and imagining about some exciting stuff she could do, she dozed off.

Charlie laughed as Aaron tried to grab a butterfly. Aaron was so cute, discovering more and more things every day. He continued walking.

Hurley finally fixed his boombox. He turned it on, and it worked! Hurley decided they should have a party. He put the boombox a distance away from the fire, put flowers all around the fire, and tried to make the place look more festive. Half an hour later, everyone knew about the party and was offering contributions.

An hour later, everyone gathered on the beach and they had a party. Everyone was having a fun time, dancing the day away. Well, almost everyone. Everyone except 1 person. That person was Kate.

Kate sat on a blanket a distance away from the cheerful people. She had a flowers on her head and neck, but she wasnt joining the festivities. She stared out at the water, searching. Searching for what, you may ask?

She was searching for some sign of life. No, not a rescue boat or a plane. Nor people coming to rescue them. She was searching for a sign of 1 specific person. Someone she wished she could have said goodbye to: Sawyer.

Kate's thoughts turned to Sawyer. Sawyer Sawyer Sawyer. There wasn't one second she DIDNT think of him. He was even in her dreams. In her dreams she would see the raft setting sail, and she would run towards the raft to Sawyer. She would keep running until she got to the water. The water turned into a bottomless pit. Kate would fall down the pit and wake up, drenched in sweat. She would have that dream constantly.

Kate continued looking at the water. She felt a hand on her shoulder. No need to turn around to see who it is.

"Jack. What do you want?"

His face was grim. "Come join in the festivities, Kate. Have some fun."

"I dont want to. Leave me alone. I'll come when I'm ready."

Jack left Kate.

Kate turned her thoughts back to Sawyer. She remembered his face, his sarcastic remarks, his complaints, his sly tricks, his habits, his glasses, and everything else. She conjured up a picture of him in her mind. She wished she had gotten to say goodbye. She wished so much more than that. Oh, she wished she could have told him she loved him. She thought-no, she knew-he felt the same way.

Kate continued thinking of Sawyer. She pictured him swimming in the water closer and closer to her, gasping for breath. Wait a second--gasping for breath? Kate's eyes narrowed and she looked closer at the water. That was no figment of her imagination--it was real!

Kate ran to the water. All eyes turned on her. Kate's eyes shone with happiness. She swam into the water. "Sawyer!" she yelled. She swam closer and closer. He didn't look good. He whispered, "Kate. Kate. Kate. Help." Then he fainted. She yelled, "Jack! Help!" She struggled with his weight as she got onto the beach. She put Sawyer down.

"Sawyer, open your eyes. Sawyer, please." She started beating at his chest. He spurted out water.

Kate's eyes varied from happiness to concern to sadness.

"Sawyer?" Sawyer fluttered his eyelids, and managed to open his eyes. Kate looked at him. His clothes were torn, he was drenched in sweat, water, and blood. But scariest of all were his eyes. His beautiful eyes. In hurt, pain, and worry.

"Sawyer, what happened?"