Bo woke with a splitting headache. Glancing around woozily she saw that she, Jack, Kate, Sawyer and Sayid were al bound and gagged and sat on some kind of raised platform on the beach. Suddenly she caught sight of nets in trees all along the beach and in them were all the other forty odd survivors of the plane crash. Groaning, Bo began banging her head on the floor.
She heard a noise and looked over at the Jack who was shaking his head and nodding towards a group of 'others' huddled on the beach discussing their fate. Bo instantly relented making noise so as not to attract their attention.
Looking around she saw that Michael and Walt were in one of the nets. Obviously the 'others' had decided to take their island back. Looking a few nets along she saw one that held only three people. Charlie, Claire and Aaron; and they were glaring at her.
Oh god… she thought. They were all blaming her for this predicament. Technically it was her fault for leading the strongest survivors to rescue Michael and Walt. Her eyes widened then as she scanned the faces in the net quickly. There was one missing. Where was Locke?
Glancing down the beach Bo was horrified to see that Locke was huddled talking to the 'others'. He was one of them! That traitor. Then it occurred to her. She'd known this all along. She'd known it because she'd met Locke off the island…
"Bo Langdon!" Called out a doctor. Bo stood up and the police escorted her to a doctor's office.
The walls were bleak and the serious look on the doctor's face made her heart sink. He was going to tell her something bad, she just knew it.
"I'm afraid both your parents are dead," the doctor said quietly. "They both suffered from multiple injuries of which I won't go into detail as I'm sure you're already suffering enough."
It was Elliot's death all over again. There'd be an inquest into the death and if no one were bought to justice then she'd only have to attend the funeral and not go to court.
"These nice police men are going to take you to a foster home for now, whilst we sort out where you are going to live," the doctor continued. "Obviously we'll check if you have any grandparents that kind of thing-"
"I don't." Bo replied blankly. "They were the only family I had."
"Right, well thanks for letting us know," the doctor said looking at her with pity. Bo hated that look, she deserved all the pain she was going through.
As the police led her back down the halls towards the Hospital entrance they passed several people. A man who had grey hair was calling after someone called Jack, and a blonde girl was being told that her father 'Adam Rutherford' was dead. Bo looked up at the girl, who couldn't have been much older than eighteen and felt a wave of sympathy. They were both going through the same thing. Though the blonde girl probably loved her dad.
As they wandered along Bo looked into the rooms and saw a man with a mop of brown hair that was slowly reseeding, sat in bed reading a book. The police hadn't noticed her hanging back so she pushed the door a little further open and wandered in.
"Hello," she said quietly. The man looked up from his newspaper and smiled.
"Hullo there," he said folding the newspaper. "What's your name then?"
"Bo," Bo replied. "What's yours?"
"John," John said as Bo sat on the bed next to his.
"What are you here for?" Bo asked, completely innocently.
"I'm giving my Dad a kidney," John said. "His old ones are starting to wear out."
"Oh," Bo looked at her feet, her long black hair falling to hide her face.
"Why are you here?" John asked quietly.
"My parents came in, but they were already dead," Bo said looking up at John, her blue eyes strangely bright. "It's because my brother died. I'm such a bad person. I deserve to suffer.
John frowned slightly.
"I'm sure it's not your fault, and I don't suppose you deserve it," He replied. Bo opened her mouth to reply but the policemen came back.
"C'mon, Bo," they said gently. "The cars waiting outside."
"Bye, Locke," Bo said. It wasn't until she got in the police car that she realised she'd called John 'Locke'. How had she known his second name? Shrugging to herself she guessed she must've read it on his clipboard.
Bo shook her head trying to rid it of thoughts so she could concentrate on the matter in hand. The 'others' had stopped talking and were now dispersing, some disappearing into the trees, other going to check on those in nets and Locke and 'Zeke' heading towards the five captives on the platform.
Bo growled at Locke as he stepped up. Locke just smiled triumphantly. She knew he was about to do something totally evil. She instinctively crawled over to Jack and Kate, Sawyer and Sayid soon joined them in a small huddle in the middle. Bo then carefully began working on the ropes tying Jack's hands behind his back. Kate saw what she was doing and started on Sawyer's.
"Now, the evil ones shall be punished," Locke called out. "We have all been here fifty days now and I alone have been rewarded."
Bo shook her head in disbelief as she heard what Locke was saying. Zeke glanced at them but they quickly froze before he could see what they were doing.
"I was once paralysed but I can now walk," Locke continued. "Now you shall all know each others secrets."
Bo's eyes widened. He couldn't do that. The other survivors would never forgive her for what she'd done; they'd think she was a monster.
"Kate Austin," Locke announced and Bo saw Kate shrink, her eyes closing. "Murdered her biological father, before handing an insurance paper to her mother and fleeing the scene."
The survivors in the net started muttering. Most had known that Kate was the convict but they hadn't known what she'd done.
"Jack Shepherd," 'Zeke' said. "Miraculously cured Sarah, married her because he couldn't let go of the past, then cheated on her. Didn't think he could be a father o he denied Sarah of children.
"James Sawyer Ford," Locke boomed. "Con artist, who killed a man thinking that he was the guy who'd conned his family when he was younger. Is also responsible for conning Bonnie Langdon's family."
Bo's eyes widened and she glanced at Sawyer who looked at her with deepest regret. She somehow found that she didn't care, what mattered was that they all got out of this alive.
"Sayid Jarrah," 'Zeke' practically shouted. "Was a communications office in the Gulf War. What he fails to mention was that he not only let a prisoner go because he loved her, but he also posed as a terrorist so the A.S.I.S could track down his terrorist friends. His friends found out and one killed himself, all because Central Intelligence promised him the whereabouts of his long lost love."
"And Bonnie Langdon," Locke said smiling at her maliciously again. "Wouldn't everyone like to know what the islands golden child has done in her life?"