Okay. Wow. It's been a while, eh? Last night's episode was fantastic. I really like the Ana-Lucia character. She's interesting.
Anyways, I updated as you can see. I can't find any transcripts, boo. So that made me change my whole story around because I was going to go do it in so many different ways. Oh well, this one doesn't seem too bad.
I'm dying for it to be next Wednesday already. I want to see it so bad. I've been replaying the preview over and over 'cause it looks awesome.
Alright, here it is. It's really short and I don't think it's too great because I wrote it while feeling a bit crappy and having a headache, but I might repost and fix it up a bit if I have time this weekend.
Enough rambling. Part Six...

Kate never seems to stop amazing me. She really pulled through today with helping Sawyer. Never really seen anyone in my whole doctoring career take care of someone like that. Kate would have been an amazing doctor, I bet. If only she didn't do whatever she has done.

The day seemed to go off all right. I was talking to Rose, finally getting some fresh air after being in the hatch for a couple days and in came a golf ball, right into our water supply. It took me less than three seconds to realize that it was Kate, with Charlie and Hurley again, golfing and betting.

I quickly said good-bye to Rose and headed down the beach.

"You hooked it."

I remember my dad telling me the exact same thing the first thing we went golfing. He told me what I did wrong and basically, that's all I know about golf. Never really cared for the sport, but Kate didn't need to know that.

Somehow our friendly banter and pokes at each other ended up in a challenge. Typical, really. Even more typical is me shooting the golf ball off into the thick part of the jungle, by a small river.

Then the strong African American came with Sawyer on his shoulder.

That's how I ended up watching in awe as Kate worked on getting the pills down Sawyer's throat and also in disgust as she cared for him like that. Would she do the same if that were me in his place? I don't know. Do I ever want to find out?

I honestly, don't know.

"Kate," after a few minutes of working on him I spoke, "He seems fine now. Can you keep an eye on him?"

She looked up, eyes wide, "Yeah. Sure."

I walked out of the room, headed towards Locke to see how he's doing on his shift. The African American is sitting on the sofa seat and Locke is sitting across from him, their voices soft murmurs.

"Jack," Locke stood up when he realized I was in the room, "Mr. Eko told me that Jin and Michael are fine and that the rest of their survivors are alright too. But, it's Shannon…"

I blinked really hard, trying to think of the connection between a bunch of tail section survivors and Shannon. "Shannon?"

"Shannon was shot."

I took a few steps back, and then couldn't stop. I started pacing around the kitchen.

Michael appeared out of nowhere. I forgot about what I was going to do for a second. Then he started talking about Sayid being tied up by someone from the tail section and I lost it. No more people are going to be killed by them.

It really isn't my day today. Eko said it was Ana-Lucia. Was it really almost fifty days ago that I was talking to her at a bar? Wait, not talking, flirting? Is it the same Ana-Lucia?

I lost train of thought between that point and when I finally saw Sayid with Shannon cradled in his arms. Did the Ana-Lucia I meet really do that? Then I saw her, head hung low. A black figure, looking like a handle to a gun, was hanging out of the back of her jeans.

That's the Ana-Lucia I met.

This is really short, I know. I wanted to make a nice long one. But instead, I give you two in one. So, here's part seven. :)
R&R!