Hey guys, long time no update. I kinda got stuck on this, but I muddled my way through. It gets kinda crappy at the end, but I promise the next chapter will be kick ass. There's probably gonna be about 2 or 3 more chapters (Preferable on my part 2 because I gotta get my ass in gear on the Detour chapter I'm supposed to have done (whistles innocently))
Second is I will implore you to not read this chapter if you hate all things rated M. Because it gets pretty nasty because I'm an evil Canadian. So watch out y'all it's bad.
Lastly this chapter was inspired by a song by The Dresden Dolls called "Sex Changes" and though it may sound like an operation (ouch) it's about an abortion and how sex changes (In my humble opinion). It's a really good song and perfect for inspiration. So yeah, I had to give props (listen to me)
The Sickness
Chapter 6
The Truth Can't Save You Now
"Today's a very special day,
the boys'll murder for it but what will the neighbors say?
It leaves you feeling sort of hollow,
it might be nice to look at – don't forget you're stuck with it tomorrow (and tomorrow, and tomorrow...)"
- "Sex Changes" by The Dresden Dolls
"You're big enough to stop pretending,
you'll start to really show within a week or so!
So dont go saying its just come to your attention,
you'll get more than youre asking for without the right connections!"
- "Sex Changes" by The Dresden Dolls
"Why the hell won't he shut up?" Sawyer muttered from where he lay propped up in one of the airplane's chairs. It was a perfect day; the sun was burning in the sky, making the ocean glimmer with its reflection. The waves lapped lazily to the shore and the wind blew refreshingly through Sawyer's tent.
"Damn thing's been crying for over an hour," he elaborated as he pushed down his sunglasses and sent a pitiful attempt at a glare Kate's way, then turned and went back to sunbathing topless.
"I don't know," Kate replied honestly as she bounced the two-month-old on her knee gently, "I don't have prior experience in this area remember, I know about as much as you."
"You've gotta know more then me, Freckles. I mean babies come out of your kind, so you've gotta have a second nature to it," he stated as he turned to her, watching the single strand of hair break free of her ponytail and travel across her face in the relaxing wind.
"My kind," she rolled her eyes, "Women aren't from another planet Sawyer," she announced as she pulled up the loose strap of her tank top that kept falling down.
"That's not what that famous book says," he reminded as he ran a hand though his hair.
"Maybe he misses Claire," Kate suggested, hurriedly changing the subject as she rummaged through a tote bag that all of Aaron's belongings had been placed in, and pulled out a bottle of the liquid she and Sun made for him.
"She died two months ago," Sawyer stated, "He was barely a week old, he doesn't remember her."
"Didn't you cry after your mom was gone?" Kate questioned. Sawyer sat up and sent her a full glare, "I mean I did," she replied as she shrugged off her angry action.
"Your mom's dead too?" He questioned as he slouched back into his chair.
Kate shook her head, "Yep, cancer," she answered as she tried to place the bottle into Aaron's mouth but he wouldn't accept it. Sawyer stared at her and she quickly terminated the subject, knowing that neither one of them wanted to develop it further, "Maybe he wants Sun?" She questioned.
"Remember a few months ago when all you did was sleep?" He queried suddenly.
"Yeah," she replied as she stood from the seat beside him and paced back and forth in the sand comforting Aaron.
"Well now you've gone to the other damn extreme, relax a little," he announced, "The kid's not gonna explode if you set him down for a moment."
"No one else is going to take care of him; Sun's wore herself down caring for him while I recovered, and now it's my turn," she declared, then suddenly Aaron fell fast asleep.
"Maybe he just needed some reassurance," Sawyer stated sarcastically as Kate placed the baby into his crib.
"Sometimes we all need reassurance," Kate commented as she flopped onto the chair beside him once again, "Isn't your tan dark enough?"
"You're one to talk, you're still as pasty as the day the plane crashed," he stated as he pointed to her arms, which were still fair in color, "How in the hell do you manage that?"
"Magic," Kate answered as she stifled a yawn. She curled up in the seat so her head was resting lightly against Sawyer's shoulder.
"You actually takin' my advice?" he questioned with an arched eyebrow.
"I would if you'd shut up," she mumbled.
He chuckled and leaned back in the chair taking in the sun at its fullest.
Two months had passed since Jack first attacked Kate at the cave. Most of the plane crash survivors had perished, leaving only a select few left. Kate and Sun took care of Aaron consecutively switching him off when the other needed a break. Hurley fished while Locke brought back boar meat and fruit from the jungle, since Sayid had forbidden anyone from entering it, Michael was the last and he had never returned.
Shannon had made a comeback, and was actually eating meals, though they were smaller portioned then everyone else's, and this seemed to keep Sayid from any irregular or violent behavior. As long as Shannon was well, he seemed to be able to fend off the disease easily.
Sawyer usually lolled about all day, sitting in the sun reading a book or the odd time like today, he'd fine Kate and pester her while she did her chores of the day. But he was also responsible for firewood and water. He was one of the select few people who were still allowed in the jungle.
"Guys?" a weak voice came, rousing them from their afternoon catnap. The voice sounded shaken and scared, almost queasy.
Kate slid her eyes open and say Shannon standing in front of the sun, its rays lining her body, "What's wrong?" she asked immediately as she sat in the chair. Sawyer grumbled something, but slid down his glasses to give his attention to Shannon.
"Have you seen Sayid?" she questioned weakly.
"Are you okay?" Kate questioned, she could see her fingers trembling as her body swayed in the light breeze that floated over the beach.
"I," she paused, as she wobbled awkwardly on her feet, "I think I need to sit down."
Kate was surprised to see Sawyer rise from his spot so quickly to give it to Shannon, who almost melted as soon as she hit the seat, "I thought I was doing better," she choked out, "But I was wrong."
"Shannon, you are doing better," Kate told her gently, "You've been helping out around camp and with Aaron."
"I just threw up okay," She stated harshly, "It looked like everything I've eaten in the last three days. I'm shaking, I'm weak. I'm dying okay," she added bluntly.
"You aren't dying," Kate answered almost immediately, "No one has died in a week, we're all going to make it through okay."
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that, when I can't eat anything?" she asked bitterly, "I knew I had it from the beginning, I should've just done something about it then."
"Sawyer, go find Sun and Sayid," she demanded, "Tell them that Shannon is sick."
"Kate, no. He doesn't need to find out, it'll just make him angry," Shannon announced.
"We're going to need his help if the plan I have is going to work," she replied calmly. Sawyer stared at her for a second, trying to fathom what she was thinking, "Just do what I ask for once and don't ask questions okay?"
He huffed angrily, but raced across the beach, trying to find Sun and Sayid.
"He's getting worse too you know," Shannon stated, as she placed a hand over her stomach as a rumble of hunger gurgled through it.
"Who?" Kate questioned as she walked into Sawyer's tent to retrieve a bottle of water.
"Sayid," she informed as she took the bottle and sipped it slowly. This hadn't been the first time in the last two months she'd come to Kate worried about her condition. Each time Kate would comfort her gently and guide her through what to do, usually starting with her taking small sips of water.
"He's getting more violent, and he can't stand Hurley. I don't know why, maybe he's still angry about the whole 'Jin death' thing, but he won't even let me talk to Hurley," she explained, "I always thought I'd be the dominant one."
"Has he hurt you at all? Threatened or anything?" Kate questioned as she took the seat next to her.
"No, but I've heard him talk about what he wants to do to Hurley, and it's not that nice," she wheezed out through labored breathes. The last thing they needed right now was for Shannon to have an asthma attack, "And there's something off about you too," Shannon stated.
"Me?" Kate questioned quizzically, "There's nothing off about me."
"Yeah, there is," Shannon responded bluntly, "I don't know if you're infected or what, but you're obsessed with Aaron. Always taking care of him, even when he's fine on his own. You don't eat much and I hardly ever see you sleep."
"Maybe I sleep when you sleep," Kate muttered as she got up from the deteriorating airline seats and began to pace back and forth in the sand waiting for Sawyer's return.
"Look at you, you're anxious. If you rub your hands together any more they're going to turn raw," she informed coldly as her blue eyes scanned Kate's uneasy position.
Kate sighed with irritation and threw her hands to her side, "I'm not infected, okay?" she spoke sternly, her eyebrows knitted in aggravation.
"Look I don't know why it's such a big secret, but if you want one for one I'm all up for it," Shannon offered.
"Shannon…" Kate began but she interrupted her.
"I'm terrified of dying," she divulged, "I'm scared shitless when I look down and see my ribs and the fact that soon I'll be able to see my heartbeat. This isn't when or how I wanted to die. It's not death it's torture," her voice went quiet as tears gathered in her misted eyes.
"Shannon, I can't tell you," Kate stated as she turned back to look at her friend, "I can't let the others find out."
"What could possibly be worse then what I'm going through?" she shouted through tears feeling betrayed
"Look I didn't ask you to tell me Shannon," Kate reminded feeling horrible.
"What's so secret that you can't let the others find out about?" she pestered.
"I'm pregnant, okay?" Kate yelled as she turned around, staring at the girl who guilted her into telling her secret.
Shannon sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes, "You might want to turn around," she muttered.
With a skeptically glance, Kate slowly turned around to find Sayid, Sawyer, Sun and Hurley gawking at her like she was an act at a freakshow.
"Dude," Hurley uttered as his eyes traveled mechanically to her stomach. Sun sent her a small smile, but let her gaze fall appropriately onto the sand.
"I knew it was a lie," Sayid growled angrily as he stepped towards Kate, "If you'd have told us about you and Jack, we could've found Jack and killed him before this disease had a chance of spreading."
"It would've spread anyways," Kate murmured as she turned around, but Sayid harshly grabbed her by the forearm and turned her back to him. Sawyer immediately rushed towards them, "Leave her alone," he stated sternly, his eyes haunted.
"You are the soul reason everyone has died, the reason Aaron has no mother, the reason Sun has no husband, the reason Shannon is deteriorating in from of my eyes," he shouted infuriated as his grip on Kate's arm grew stronger.
"Let me go," she demanded through clenched teeth.
"Sayid," Shannon shouted from behind her, "Let's go for a walk or something," she disclosed as her hand fell weakly over her introverted stomach. Instantaneously his hand was off Kate's arm and he was standing besides Shannon, brushing her hair back and asking her where she wanted to go and if she was hungry.
"Sun," Kate called as she rubbed the red marks on her arm where Sayid's fingers dug in, "I was thinking that if that stuff you give Aaron has an anti-nauseate in it, you could mix up a batch for Shannon and maybe she could keep some food down."
"I'll have to go pick up a lot of the ingredients," Sun explained quietly, "I don't think Sayid will let me go out there alone."
"I'll go with you then," Hurley volunteered, "I mean there are no good fishing spots at this time and I've got nothing to do anyways."
"Alright," Sun nodded her head with a smile, "Will be back in fifteen minutes."
Kate nodded in agreement and turned into her tent to check on Aaron. He was sleeping soundlessly. She couldn't help but muster a small smile and didn't notice when she absentmindedly rubbed her arm.
"How long have you known?" a serious voice asked from behind her.
Turning around her eyes met with Sawyer's as he leaned in the entrance, "About five weeks," she informed as she looked away quickly knowing he was going to get upset, "I didn't say anything. We needed as many people doing as much for the camp as they could."
"Jesus Freckles," He muttered angrily as he ran a hand over his weary eyes. Neither of the spoke for several moments, both listening to Sayid talk to Shannon gently a few feet away. "You gonna keep it?" he questioned finally, drawing the gall to ask.
"Are you serious?" she asked. When he gave her a look that told her he wanted a straight answer, she scoffed, "No, Sawyer, I'm going to go find a staircase to fling myself down."
"You're not takin' this seriously Freckles," he commented as he took a step towards her, "The runt's gonna depend on you."
"Aaron already depends on me," Kate replied as she began to tidy up what she could around her tent, anything to get away from Sawyer's pestering questions.
"And you think you can juggle both o'them and get fruit and…"
"Do you want me to kill it?" Kate finally shouted in an outburst, "You think that the virus won't get it? Or The Others? Or it won't die some other way?"
"I'm just worried for ya, okay?" Sawyer answered, throwing his hands up.
"Yeah, well I'm worried about it," She divulged as she placed a hand over her abdomen, "So if you care about me, you'll respect that I'm going to have this baby."
"You still love him, don't you?" Sawyer questioned furiously, "After all he's done to you, you still love the bastard."
"That's what it's about isn't it?" Kate stopped folding clothes, "You can't come to grips that it's Jack's baby."
"He beat the shit outta you Freckles, or have you forgotten?" he reminded coldly, "You came to me looking like hell. The sight of you," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "It scared me okay?"
"Sawyer," Kate sighed as she walked towards him.
"Every time you look at that kid, you're gonna remember what he did to you, and you're gonna hate it," he stated.
"No," she shook her head immediately, "I'll look at it, and remember what a good person Jack was."
"And one day it's gonna ask you about it's Daddy, and what are you gonna say?" he posed.
"I'll deal with it when it happens," she answered nervously as she tucked a curl behind her ear.
"Kate!" Shannon yelled from outside weakly. Sawyer and Kate rushed out of the tent towards where they left Shannon sitting in the chair, "Sayid went after them," she sobbed, "he's going to kill them you have to stop him."
Sawyer looked to Kate then back to Shannon, "What are you waiting for, this is the chance he's wanted. You have to stop him," she explained as she pointed off to the direction he ran in.
Kate glanced towards the jungle. Locke was out there somewhere, maybe he'd already gotten to them. She took a step towards where Shannon had indicated, but felt her arm gripped and her body wrenched back, "You ain't setting a foot near that jungle," Sawyer told her.
"Sawyer, you can't go in there by yourself," she reminded.
"Oh but Muhammad said I could," Sawyer reminded as he strapped his backpack on quickly. He shot up and started to sprint across the sand, the wind was blowing in his ears as he kicked grains of the terrain everywhere.
"Sawyer!" Kate yelled as she chased him across the beach.
He stopped just before setting a foot into the jungle. She slowed to a jog as she neared him. She was glowing, he saw it now, the way her skin shone in the sunlight, the way her hair blew across her face.
He took a quick glance at her stomach, and was reminded that she was Jack's, she always would be Jack's even after he was dead. He's marked her, not only by the marks he'd left on her skin, but the life he'd left inside of her.
"Freckles, you want the kid," he muttered indifferently as he turned away from her, "You stay on the beach."
He marched into the jungle, feeling the sadness in her eyes as she watched him disappear. Her eyes clouded over with tears that she refused to shed. She slowly walked back to Shannon and flopped sadly into the chair beside her.
"Just kiss him already," she muttered as she crossed her bony arms over her chest and watched the sun.
"You wouldn't understand," Kate sniveled as she stared into the horizon along with Shannon.
"I don't care about you explaining all these different reasons why you don't want or can't kiss him," She began, "Just do it for God's sake, you're disrupting the way the camp works."
"Jack's baby is inside of me right now, Shannon," Kate announced bluntly.
"So? Jack's either dead somewhere or still running around crazy, he's not coming back Kate. I'm not going to be here forever, Sayid's probably killed Sun and Hurley. Who else is going to help you raise the kid?"
"I can do it on my own," she stated stubbornly, "I don't need anyone's help."
"Really, so you're going to raise two kids, collect firewood, catch fish, hunt boar, collect fruit, get water, and avoid being killed by the others, or Jack, or any other Crazies that have run into the woods of death," Shannon informed, "You won't even go into the jungle now."
"Sawyer told me not to," Kate disclosed.
"So if you don't care about him, why do you care what he thinks or says?" Shannon pointed out with a smirk playing on her face. She leaned over and pulled up two large water bottles, "We're almost out of water."
Kate stared at her for a moment, shocked at how she was acting. The glare she held Kate's eyes with was challenging, "Fine."
She tore the bottles from Shannon's hand and started down the unkempt path to the caves.
A shiver traveled up her spine as she entered the wreckage that had become the cave. A few days after Jack was infected, almost five other people living at the caves had several fits of violence, destroying all the equipment the survivors had made over time. She could still remember walking the path to see Jack from the beach; Charlie and Claire laughing together as Hurley told another joke.
Now there was just the silent trickling of the waterfall as Kate shuffled through the mossy earth. Objects were strewn around everywhere, and pools of dried blood stained the ground.
She bent down swiftly and began filling the bottles, wanting to get away from the caves as fast as possible. Every single aspect about it was haunting, the medical cavern where Boone lost his life, the burial cavern where she and Jack had stumbled upon the dead bodies.
Something moved speedily out of the corner of her eye and she was on her feet immediately. Her eyes scanned the area and saw something move into one of the caves, not just any cave- Jack's cave.
Putting the bottles down on the ground, Kate swallowed the acrid lump that rose in her throat as she took a few steps in the direction of his cave. She slowly moved her hand to her belt, laying it protectively over the knife Locke had given her as she cautiously crept into the cave.
The first visible rocks upon entering shimmered in the weak light that fluttered through the canopy. A dark maroon-crimson color and Kate almost vomited when she realized what was causing this effect. The blood from her back, from more then two months ago at the caves had dried against the jagged rocks, like a memorial to what had occurred that night.
"It looks beautiful, doesn't it?" a voice asked from the opposite corner.
Her heart sunk as she whipped around, moving back involuntarily as she gripped the handle of the knife.
Sayid slowly crept out of the corner, wiping off his arms, which were drenched in blood. His shirt, his pants, even his hair and face were permeated with blood. It was dripping down his face like sweat would.
"What happened?" Kate managed to utter softly as he rang out the sleeves of his shirt. Pools of blood splashed to the cave's floor.
"I found a boar while going to aid Hurley and Sun," he explained calmly, "I figured since Locke hasn't returned yet today, that it'd be good to bring back to the beach."
Kate began to back up as he took steps towards her, "Then where is it?" she questioned masquerading the fear in her voice as best as she could.
"At the beach," Sayid stated as he ran a hand through his curly hair, shaking it of blood, and began to take more steps forward.
"Then why are you here?" Kate questioned as her back hit the wall once again. She jerked from the sudden contact and Sayid let out a chuckle, "I had to get cleaned up, I'm a bit of a mess."
"Oh," Kate relaxed an iota, but her hand still lingered near by the handle of the knife. Sayid was only a foot away and the closeness was making her antsy.
"But I saw something shimmer on the wall in here, and came in to investigate," he announced pointing to the wall, "It's beautiful."
"It's my blood," she stated bluntly and with disgust.
"I know," He replied with an evil smirk.
Her hand gripped the knife and pulled it out quickly, "I don't want to hurt you Sayid," she attempted to scare him, though her voice sounded more like a plea.
"Oh?" He questioned, the shot out his hand quickly, gripping her wrist tightly and wrenching the knife from her hand, "That's where we differ," his voice had taken a horrible tone.
Kate balled her fist and set it flying awry at him, but he dodged it expertly and tossed the knife to outside the cave, "Fifteen years in the Republican Guard, Kate versus the ten odd years you've been breaking the law?"
His hand shot out and wrestled with her until both her hands were clamped tightly within one of his. He slammed her back against the wall and pressed his hips into hers to keep her from attacking him with her legs, "What do you want?" Kate asked disgustedly as she wriggled in his griped, trying to break free.
"I understand what Jack saw in you now," he revealed, as his hand ran through her hair.
"Sayid, no," she begged him, her eyes glassing over. She couldn't let this happen again. Before, with Jack, she could've stopped it, but Sayid was too strong, she couldn't break her hands free and if she moved her legs, she'd just give him an advantage. Her mind wandered for a way to reason with him, "What about Shannon," she reminded quietly.
"Shannon is as good as dead," he explained truthfully as he stared at her, "But you, you're very much alive," his voice drifted, "Your eyes, you're lips," he mumbled as he ran a finger over her bottom lip, "Your heart," he chuckled almost sinisterly as he slipped a hand down her tank top.
Her knee came up in an attempt to hurt him, but he sensed her movement seconds before she had a chance to make it. His fist flew at her, hitting her on the opposite cheek then Jack had. The blow sent her back and her legs gave out from underneath her.
Her body crumpled but he caught it, and before she could pull herself out of the pain she was feeling and back into the drastic situation, his mouth was covering hers. The kiss was urgent and seemed to suck all the air out of her lungs.
She writhed under his body, which only annoyed him. He pulled away from her as she gasped for breath and he shot another fist at her face again, almost hitting the same target. Her back hit the cave a wall again as her head swam and her eyes became unfocused.
The shirt her wore was torn off by his greedy hands, which roamed over her chest until he came upon all the scars that had been left by Jack, "He was very smart," Sayid commented. "Maiming you, almost leaving his signature on you," he paused for a moment before sliding his hand over her stomach, "In more ways then one."
Her eyes dizzied, as the cave seemed to spin before her. She could barely grasp what was happening. "It will be a challenge to outdo him," he informed, but then an eerie, sinister smile crept to his lips, "But it will be fun to try."
As his lips clamped over hers, she closed her eyes; tears streaked her face when suddenly she was dropped to the ground. A wince of pain escaped her as she held her head. She lay face down for a moment, listening to the sounds of a struggle echo in the cave, punches being thrown and grunts of pain.
Finally, after her eyes cleared and her head stopped wavering. She chanced a swift glance up, and saw Sawyer punch Sayid a final time, knocking the man out cold.
Her chest heaved in and out hurriedly as she realized it could've happened again, she would've been defenseless against Sayid. A hand fell to her stomach as she tried to control her haywire gasping.
Sawyer looked up to her angrily, "I told you to stay on the Goddamn beach!" he yelled irately, his face was flushed and his fists were clenched as he approached her, "I told you it wasn't fucking safe out here! But no, you had to be The Mighty Huntress and explore the jungle on your own when there's a dozen whackjobs wandering around waiting to kill someone and you give off Goddamn pheromones!" His voice was loud, echoing even louder, "If I hadn't fucking come along when I did," he paused and huffed angrily. "You'd be in the same Goddamn position! Don't you ever fucking learn?"
He glared at her demanding an answer. She couldn't handle it. Any of it, not now, she couldn't talk to him or anyone right now. She was stuck and she couldn't get off this hellhole island, but that didn't mean she couldn't run.
Swiftly she pushed herself to her feet and tore off towards the jungle, Sawyer yelling at her angrily the whole way. Her feet traveled over the thick roots and underbrush of the island as she panted to get away from him, from all of this
When she finally thought she'd lost him, her foot slipped out from underneath her and she came tumbling down onto her face, landing in a puddle of something. She shook her head and pushed herself painfully off the ground.
Glancing up her heart froze; blood and various body parts lined the trees. It looked like it had when Arzt had exploded, only this time she knew that it wasn't Arzt, it was Sun and Hurley, and they hadn't exploded, they'd been ripped apart by Sayid.
Finally looking down she let out a scream, and stood up quickly. She had fallen in a puddle of blood. It stained her face and her bra a dark maroon color and suddenly she didn't want to be out here alone.
"Jesus Freckles, I told you not to run this way," Sawyer muttered as he approached her cautiously, "You're not gonna bolt on me again?"
She turned and stared at him, which is when he noticed the blood, "Shit," he mumbled as he took off his backpack and pulled out a water bottle and a rag, "Come here." Her feet didn't move, "Son of a…Have I hurt you yet?" he questioned as he soaked the rag.
"No…" she answered softly.
"Then why the hell would I start now?" his voice was softer then she'd expected and hesitantly she walked towards him. He pulled her away from the carnage, into a small clearing lined by tall trees and began to wipe the blood away from her face and shoulders.
"Running through the damn jungle, beaten half to death, topless and two-months packing. Do you just like settin' records or does it happen by accident," he queried as he handed her the cloth to wipe off her chest with.
"This isn't funny Sawyer," she commented. Her voice was calm, but serious, "If you hadn't come along…"
"But I did, didn't I? I told you Freckles, I don't break a promise once I make one," he informed as he handed her a shirt, which he had pulled of his backpack, "Just sit here a few minutes okay? I got Locke to take care of Sayid, you need a breather."
The shirt he gave her came down past her waist and she played mindlessly with the bottom of it as she sat down beside him, "You got another hell of a shiner," he commented as he ran his thumb lightly over her bruised cheek, "Hurt much?"
"Not really," she replied as she placed her hands over her stomach. They sat in silence for a few moments before she spoke again, "Sawyer?" she questioned quietly.
"Yeah?" he asked as he pulled out a cigarette and glanced at her, then her stomach and with a groan, put it back in the pack.
"Will you help me raise it?" she questioned softly as the material of his shirt twisted around her fingers.
"Help you raise what?" he asked with a confused look on his face.
"The baby?" she clarified, her voice still indifferent and unnaturally calm.
"You want me to help you raise Dr. Psycho's baby?" he posed skeptically.
"Well, you promised that you'd always be here for me, and I figured if you're going to hang around that long, I might as well make you useful," she explained as she gave him a nudge, "Besides, then maybe the 'Daddy' talk won't be so hard."
"I didn't think anywhere in my novel of "Things To Do On An Island" there would be a chapter about raising a kid with Freckles," he explained.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she offered.
"Nah," he told her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pushed back her hair gently when she leaned against him, "Sounds like an opportunity to me."
There you have it, fluff then against, then almost rape, then angst then anger then fluff again. I like to call it….THE RECIPE TO SUCCESS!
PS I know you're all crapping you pants because I stuck with my Shiggity code of honor and made her pregnant again! Ha!
Lol it's way to late for me to be doing this. It's like 5:30am, and I haven't slept since last night. So whoohoo for late nights and watching the Canadian sun rise over the deadly swamp gas of my town (OMG THE FOG!) Anyways on with crazy insomniac Shiggity review answers!
Lostobsessivefreak
Lol I hope this was enough deaths for you, there was two and they got they're body parts thrown around like streamers. And next chapter is even better. Three by my count, including how to kill Sayid. I'm open to any ideas, I was thinking jazzercise until he dies of overexertion. And four out of five were girls, and the little boy was so cute. He feel sleep whilst we watched the Incredibles.
Orlando-Crazy
Thank you!
October Sky
He's not gonna kill Jack. Pfft Jack's gonna kill him I mean come on, would I have the character I hate kill the character I love the most (I mean that already happened with Ethan (though I don't hate Charlie) But you get what I mean, it'd be all crack on cocaine.
Freckles-101
Lol I grew up on Stephen King, he was my nursery rhymes. Which is sad because my family is so mind screwed, but hey, I'm not complaining, it (sadly) makes for good entertainment. I'm really excited for writing the next chapter and especially the last chapter, the only thing that could make it better would be an appearance by Ethan.
Whirlwind-2005
Lol to clear this up (I'm putting it in bold so hopefully when people scroll down to review (AHEM) they'll see it. Hurley, Sun, Sawyer, and Kate are immune! Well now only Sawyer and Kate, but you get what I mean, and Aaron and Shannon do have the alternate strand, which is basically natural anorexia/bulimia. You saw some of it in Aaron during this chapter (only a wee bit)
Shannon's got it far-shure (it's late/early I get to be stupid) and Jack is going to make one final, sexy appearance, that has drastic effects on everything.
I. Hate. Skater. I hate it with a passion. So much. So very. Very. VERY MUCH!
Ethan: Stab Stab Skater.
But you see, this is how it goes. In every, single, freaking, story I have Jack and Kate end up making it, and it's always nice and fluffy with rainbows and kittens and mountain streams with pretty fishes and unicorns and lollipops and gumdrops and etc. And I got so sick and tired of writing it, it was just repetitive, so I said to myself, I said, 'Shiggity, what it the exact opposite of what you've been doing?" and I answered, "Something filled with arsenic and spiky rocks, and knives, and smog, and acid rain, and drive by shootings and gansta rap, and ninja death stars sharpened by the tusks of an elephant killed for ivory and I'm sure you get the point." And of course something with Sawyer/Kate which is acting as a diet drug for me because I wanna vomit every time I have to write about them (believe me there's this one scene, ACH!) Just like the Sayid/Kate scene, that was hell. I swear to God I'm gonna need like 7 extra years of therapy for this.
And for your Jack/Kate (I hate the Jate thing, it sounds like a Goth person's name (Not that I have anything against the Goth people (Hell I used to be one) dying thing, I dunno think to yourself would I really kill them? And then think about what I said above about wanting to do that exact opposite of what I had been, but then think about how much I love them, and now I know you're confused.
Next Chapter- The time has come to speak of many things, of Jack and Kings and Queens, and GUILLOTINES! HA! I get to kill some more because Hockey doesn't start for awhile and I have to have some channel of violence to vent my pent up, pure, raw, organic rage, and origami just isn't doing it anymore. So Stabbity Stab to characters and off to the butcher's shop they go.