Execute

Summary: Sequel to Where Are They? More bad stuff happen as the "research team" prepare to leave. (A new special guest, this time!)

Rating: PG to PG-13

Notes: No flames please! Just because it's a short last chapter doesn't mean it can't be good.

Spoilers: Man of Faith, Man of Science; Orientation

Part 2 - Downhill

James Sawyer Ford ran through the jungle. Quiet, except for the twigs that were hitting his face, arms, and legs. He slid to a stop and leaned against a tree, breathing heavily. Suddenly, he heard overlapping growls and roars as the trees on either side of him exploded uprooted and thrown aside.

"Oh, shit!" Sawyer hissed and sprinted forward, the place wear he was standing exploded, throwing him forward. He hit cold, hard metal. The burned Hatch was there. A rope lead right down it. He grabbed the rope and climbed down into the Hatch.

Desmond sat in his room, walking in circles, repeating the numbers over and over again. Why was he here? What had happened? These were only the questions he was asking himself in this moment. He'd be thinking up a whole batch of new ones in five or more seconds. He sighed and sat down. The door opened and a armed guard with a backpack walked in.

"Hello there." he said.

"Who are you?" Desmond asked.

"Ethan Rom." Ethan Rom said. "I'm here to give you something." He pulled notebook out of his backpack."Read this. It'll tell you everything that happened in the last three months. Rather dull."

He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Desmond said. Ethan stopped. "What did one snowman say to the other snowman?"

"Do you smell carrots?" Ethan replied. Desmond's eyes widened.

"You're him!" he said. "You're my replacement! Thank heavens I found you, brother! We have to-"

"Desmond, Desmond, shush." he said in a quiet voice. "You're right. I am your replacement. But I can't get you back to the island."

"Then we're gonna die, brother!" Desmond yelled.

"See you in another life, yeah?" Ethan said.

Ethan and Desmond sat at a table in the middle of a secluded white room talking.

"So you're my replacement?" Desmond asked.

"That's what they told me." Ethan replied. "At Dharma, they told me everything. Hanso even talked to me. He told me that we have to push that button every 108 minutes or the world will end."

"Right, that's basically what the orientation film said." Desmond said. "Who's with you?"

"It's only me and you."

"What? Really?"

"Yep. That's what they said." Ethan checked his watch then stood up. "Ooh, I have meeting. I'll see you at lunch. Nice talking to you, 'brother.'"

"Thank you, brother!" Desmond called back.

Desmond sat staring at the wall in front of him dryly. He was in the cafeteria. Eating weird food. What weird place. He twitched. He shook. It's cold. It's a cold place. He stared at the pills. Ethan said those would make him feel better. Like hell it would. He wanted to be in the Hatch. Ever since those people opened the Hatch and the other people came, his life's been worth shit. Not a thing to do except stare at the wall and think. He had come up with a few theories about life, the universe, and everything. Not 42. Even though that would explain the number 42 in the series of numbers, 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. He even added them up. 108. Also unusual. Ethan said he'd meet him here. He's not here. He lied. He's not Him. Desmond grabbed the pills, swallowed them and stood up. With a grunt, he ran at the door.

Sawyer landed at the bottom in a puddle of water and followed the hall. He passed a wall of solid concrete and a big magnet. He reached behind him for his pistol but found nothing there. He cursed and reached down for his ankle holster. There was something there. He pulled out the small revolver, cocked it, and held it in front of him.

Your doctor has a gun, brother.

He walked into a room with a lot computers and clicking stuff. He thought it was too complicated to mess with. Then the alarm sounded. He looked around then heard a click shortly before the alarm. He saw this on the wall:

04:08

It was clicking down. He went over to the computer and looked at the screen. What he would later describe as a frowny face with a big, flashing uni-brow. He typed in "lifesabitch, thehatch, frownyfacewithaunibrown," and many others. None worked.

"Son of a bitch!" he growled in frustration.

Michael stopped at the Hatch and looked around. No Sawyer. He walked forward and stepped in something: a pool of blood. He looked up and-

How does something like that happen?

Danielle's body, the upper half only, was impaled on a branch above him. Her mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes wide in horror. Her lower half was somewhere else. He stared then averted his eyes away from the gruesome scene. He quiet whispers. They grew louder until they al said in unison, "He's seen too much, kill him!"

The monster awoke.

Gregory House lay on his back in the sand. It somewhat quiet. It reminded him of the time he did an autopsy on the dead baby. He heard approaching footsteps.

"You're friend is dead." said a voice. "Sayid Jarrah, isn't it a pity?" The man sighed.. "The thingie got him before I could get to him."

House looked up: two feet, long blue jeans, a jet black cane, a white tee-shirt with a octagon with Dharma in the center, long dirty blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a boyish face. He was also 27 years old.

"Hi." the guy said. "Zak O'Brian." Dr. Gregory House, I presume. Wow. This is an honor to meet you. One of the best doctors in the country-"

House sighed and rolled onto his back. I'm going crazy. "Save it. Where's my cane?" He snapped.

Zak leaned over and picked up House's cane and put it in his hand.

"In your hand." he smiled and stood up straight. House stood up painfully with Zak's help and looked around.

"Thanks, Zak-"

He turned. No Zak. But his footprints were there.

Desmond stood backed against the wall, eyes wide, holding a syringe to his neck. Everybody was yelling, pleading, begging, even Ethan was there. He stood in the back with a evil look on his face.

Sawyer watched it tick down. The alarm was rapid. It hit zero. All hell broke loose.

Hurley Reyes sat in his Hummer with Walt in back seat.

"Dude! Come on!" he yelled at the traffic. Walt watched on calmly. The ground started to shake. Suddenly, the ground in front of them lurched up like a wave and the ground shook harder than ever. The ground split open beneath the Hummer and molten lava spirted up, melting everything.

The ground shook and Desmond heard a faint beeping noise in the back of his mind. The beeping grew louder and his jabbed the syringe into his neck and pushed-

He opened his eyes and looked around. The computer beeped, a signal that the code was need to be put in. He jumped off the bed, sat in the chair and typed the code in. Desmond decided on Mama Cass and he walked over to the record player.

What a wild dream!

Soon after he forgot it.

-finis-