The Last Goodbye
Chapter Two
"Sayid can I talk to you?" Shannon asked, walking up to Sayid, who was leaving the caves.
After a long days' work, Jack had successfully gotten the man's wounds to stop bleeding, with the help of Kate and Sayid. Now the caves were clearing out, and Jack was moving all his medical supplies to another cave, where the man would recover. No one even found out who he was, or anything about him, except for that he was part of their flight.
"I'm sorry Shannon," Sayid apologized, turning around, "I've-"
"It's about her."
Sayid's eyes narrowed. Shannon watched closely, trying to read his reaction. Sayid looked surprised, yet nervous all the same.
"I found her picture," Shannon said, walking forward in a threatening way, "in your backpack."
Sayid inhaled deeply, as if trying to find a way out of the situation. Shannon wasn't enthused.
"I worked so hard to change," Shannon began, her lower lip quivering, "to try to live up to your standards and make myself think that I deserve you."
"Shannon-" Sayid said desperately.
"I guess I was wrong," Shannon finished, and spun around, storming off, leaving Sayid alone and confused.
(Space)
Sawyer lowered his letter as he saw Kate coming up the path.
"What can I do you for?" He asked slyly, lighting up a cigaret.
Some shoot slapped against his face, but Sawyer ignored it.
"We have to talk," Kate said plainly.
"I don't have to do anything-"
"Let it go," Kate's eyes grew colder than Sawyer had ever seen them, tinting the hazel with a flame of ignorance.
"What's the problem?" Sawyer said casually, picking his ankles up off the sand and bringing his knees closer to him.
"You're going to do something stupid."
It wasn't a question but a statement.
"I'm not," Sawyer said, glancing towards where Michael and Jin were putting the finishing touches on yet another raft.
They were sailing out the next day. Sawyer had bought another ticket on, just because of what Kate had said. He was afraid of what he'd do if he stayed.
"Why should I believe that?" Kate inquired, testing him.
"You just are," Sawyer said through gritted teeth, agitated.
"So once you get that gun from Jack," Kate said as though reading his mind, "how are you planning on finding him?"
Sawyer looked at her, incredulous.
"I guess you know everything," he said, his voice raising.
"Sawyer-"
"Guess you're just my guardian angel on my shoulder," he continued in sarcastic tone, "here to make sure that I never make one wrong decision."
Kate glanced around nervously, and realized(to her embarrassment) that wondering eyes had landed their way.
"Keep your voice down-"
"He ruined my life!" Sawyer shouted, making his point.
Michael and Jin stopped what they were doing and looked there way. Sawyer realized that he had been sitting up, only inches from Kate's face. Taking a deep breath, he settled back into an airline seat he had bargained for, never realizing the breath.
"How do you expect me to forget that?" He finished in a quite voice.
Kate swallowed hard before responding.
"I'm not."
She glanced over to where Michael and Jin had finished working, and were now beginning to load supplies onto the raft.
"I heard your going with them," Kate said, keeping her eyes on the scene, "have a good life."
Sawyer wanted to stop her as she left, but couldn't find the words, leaving him with silence.
The Miami sun had gotten too much for Sawyer, so he ditched his car in the parking lot of a hotel, and planned to get whatever kind of room he could for a hundred dollars. Now he was waiting in line at a receptionist desk, behind a honeymoon couple who had brought the wrong credit card. Sighing, he looked around the lobby of the Holiday Inn, and noticed a young woman struggling to carry three suitcases. He ran over, arriving just in time to catch a suitcase just as it fell.
"Thanks," the woman said.
Slowly her face revealed itself behind the mass of curly blonde hair that had been hiding it. Sawyer felt his breath be taken away, as if he was in some cheesy romance movie. Her eyes were a tent of light blue, the color of an ocean under a bright morning sun, that radiated her brilliant smile and light pink lip gloss. She was wearing a wavy lavender skirt and a yellow sleeveless blouse. Everything about her was perfect.
"No problem," Sawyer said, showing off his smile and famous dimples.
Once she had herself situated, the woman held out her hand.
"Carrie," she said, shaking Sawyer's hand.
"Sawyer," he greeted back, wincing a little at the sound of his name.
"You from Tennessee?" Carrie asked.
"How'd you guess?" Sawyer was taken aback.
"I have a half brother from there who sounds just like you," she explained, "but don't worry, you beat him out in looks."
"I sure would hope so," Sawyer said, leaning against a rail that secreted a mechanical waterfall, "need some help with these?"
"I'd love some," Carrie replied gratefully.
On the way to Carrie's room, which, to Sawyer's luck, was on the third floor, the two chatter and found out that they had a lot in common, like a love for pepperoni pizza and nachos with halepenios. By the time they reached her room, Carrie already knew about Sawyer and his short career as a middle school quarterback. Opening the door for her, Sawyer stepped aside.
"Ladies first," he said with a smile.
Carrie returned it, and looked at the floor as she squeezed through the doorway and into the room, which came with two beds. That's when Sawyer got an idea. Part of him really didn't want to take advantage of this innocent girl, but part of him really wanted that extra hundred.
"So you're here on business then?" He asked, over welcoming his stay.
"Yeah," Carrie nodded, "I sell sunscreen. What a life, huh?"
Sawyer shrugged.
"Someone's got to do it."
Glancing at the alarm clock that sat on a night stand by one bed, Carrie let out a small 'oh'.
"I have a meeting in an half an hour," she said apologetically, "and I have to catch the bus in five minutes to get there, so I better get going."
"You know what," Sawyer said, acting as though he had just come up with some brilliant idea.
Which he had, or at least, he thought.
"Why don't I give you a lift?" He offered.
"The meeting won't take long," Sawyer wasn't sure if she was desperately trying to get out of the situation, or desperate to get in it, "I'll need a ride back, and I'd hate to ask-"
"Don't mention it," Sawyer said, and smiled to himself as he led the way out to his car.
Jack sighed in frustration as he checked for the hundredth time to see if the man had awaken.
"Why won't you just wake up?" Jack groaned, standing up by his spot beside the makeshift cot, frustrated with both the man and himself.
At that moment, the man's eyes fluttered open. He looked around, clearly confused.
"Where- am I?" He asked, moaning as he tried to move.
"You were in a plane crash," Jack explained, moving to the front of the med, cave to get some water for the newest castaway, "can you tell me your name?"
"Sawyer," the man muttered in a rasp voice.
Jack could've sworn his heart stopped.
"Excuse me?" He stuttered.
"You heard me."
With that the man, or Sawyer, as he said he was called, rolled his head to the side, and fell back into his peaceful slumber.
Author's Note: Evil, aren't I? Well, not that evil. Okay, I hate to break the news, but I may kill off Boone..but not until five or six fics! Trust me, after what happens happens, there won't really be a reason for him to be there. In fact, it'll be hard enough picking island life back up. This isn't a permanent decision though, so have hope. I will be doing it for the same reasons as the producers though, because him dying could have such an impact. But it won't be in Jack's hands. Thanks for the reviews! You guys rock- even if there's only two of you!
Coming up next, on "The Last Goodbye":
Jack tells Kate about the newly found information, and debates about rather or not to tell Sawyer..the first Sawyer.
Did I mention this fic will probably be short?
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Until next time..
October Sky