"Mitch? You did remember to get some postcards for mom, right?" Moira asked the man sitting next to her in the airport lobby. The dark haired man sitting next to her looked stricken and then swore silently. Moira laughed and then grabbed his arm dragging him up from the chair and into one of the nearby airport gift shops.
"What would I do with out you?" Mitch asked. Moira rolled her eyes and steered him to the rack that held a large assortment of postcards ranging from tasteful with shots of the many beaches and buildings located in the country down to the risqué with large men or woman with skimpy swimsuits and witty remarks.
"You'd be lost. You can't live without me and I can't live without you. We may be fraternal but we are twins non the less." Moira said. And there was no denying they were related. They were the same height, had the same dark hair and pale green eyes.
"Yeah well...help me pick out a card because unlike you I have no skill at that." Mitch said. Moira laughed and helped him pick out several to take home to their mother. They had then spent a few more minutes looking over all the other trinkets available in the shop and ended up buying more items. One could never have to many souvenirs or gifts to bring home. As they left the shop Moira smiled brightly at a young boy entering with his father.
"Come on Walt."
Moira came awake and for a moment forgot where she was. She looked around the room she was in and for a moment had thought she had one of those rare one night stands one wishes they hadn't had. Slowly realization came flooding back to her and she placed her hands over her eyes. Mitch. She had been dreaming about him again and now awake and knowing she would see him she began to cry.
She rolled to her side and pulled the blanket up to her face to try and muffle the sound of her sobs. The last thing she wanted was someone to come in and hear her. She hated to cry and worse yet she hated to have others see her cry. It was a weak emotion one that she didn't have time for but unfortunately an emotion she had all the same.
"You okay?" Moira started when she heard the deep voice from the doorway. She quickly dried her face on the blanket and then turned towards the doorway. Sawyer stood there leaning against the doorjamb and even though he was still pale and rough looking from being septic he was still gorgeous. Moira had to avert her eyes so she wasn't caught feasting on the skin revealed by the black wife beater he wore.
"Um…yeah, I'm fine. Just…well having a female moment." Moira said pushing the blanket off of her and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. It was only after she had sat up she realized her mistake. She had gone to bed in only a small shirt and her underwear. She swore and grabbed the blanket wrapping it around her tightly. She tried not to blush fiercely when she heard Sawyer chuckle.
"Well then…" Sawyer said and Moira let her eyes rise and meet his. She waited for him to continue on but he just stood there silently. "Did you ever find your parents?" He finally asked and Moira gasped.
"Wow I'm impressed. You remembered." Moira said smiling slightly. Sawyer grinned and looked away.
"I'm a Southern gentleman. We make it a habit of listening to the ladies so we can get on their graces. Charm them." Sawyer said. Moira bit her lip at the implied words. Had he meant to charm her?
"Uh…Well no, I didn't but thank you for asking." Moira said. She rose from the bed still clutching the blanket around her.
"You're brother…?" Sawyer asked. Moira's face fell and she looked down at the floor. "I see. I'm sorry." Sawyer said quietly gathering from her reaction that he hadn't been lucky.
"Thanks." Moira mumbled. They stood there in awkward silence neither knowing exactly what to say to the other. Moira began to feel self conscious wondering why he had even bothered to come to talk to her. He had seemed to be quite interested in Ana just the other day and now here he stood talking to her.
"So I came to say thank you for what you did." Sawyer said pushing himself up from the leaning position he had on the door way. She nodded her head. "See you around Doc." He said and with a nod of his head he turned and left.
Moira stood there in the room staring at the door way with a slight smile on her face.
"…and thank you for flying Oceanic." The flight attendant signed off the intercom and then began her pre flight preparation. Moira looked over at Mitch and he winked at her.
"If we go down, I'm depending on you to save me. You are the doctor. All I can do is sue the airline." He said jokingly. Moira laughed and punched him.
"Shut up. You've probably just jinxed the flight stupid." Moira said. "And because of that I'm not saving you." Mitch rolled his eyes and then turned his attention back to the passengers in the back of the airplane.
Moira looked out the window of the plane and took in the last view of the country that she and Mitch had been born to. Regretfully they had not found their biological parents and the trail they had been following went cold. In the end it was probably all for the best. They both had mixed feelings on finding their real parents.
Slowly the plane began to move and line up for take-off. She looked over at Mitch when she felt him reach over and grab her hand. He smiled and gently squeezed her hand.
Moira exited the shower and actually felt like she was human. She was almost tempted to stand underneath the shower all day but she knew she couldn't do that. She had almost cried when she washed her hair. Now standing there in a towel she decided to do something she hadn't done yet.
The mirror was fogged up and she reached up to wipe the steam from the surface but her hand stopped just before she could do it. She watched her hand tremble a little and then taking a deep breath moved her hand forward and across the mirror.
She gasped when she saw herself. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and the scar was visible enough. She reached up tentatively and touched the skin around the scar. It was still a bright pink and it was slightly jagged. It stretched from just about the corner of her mouth and ran to along her cheekbone towards her ear.
She glanced down and looked at the scar on her upper chest above her sternum. It was wider the thin line on her cheek but it hadn't been quite as deep. She had a few other scars on her arms and one on her leg. After looking at her self and finally seeing the damage done she began to feel tears well up.
"I look like fucking Frankenstein's bride." Moira murmured. She balled her hands into fists and willed her self not to cry. "Jesus. Stop crying M. You're not helping your situation here." Shaking her head she grabbed the comb on the sink counter and began to savagely pull it through her hair.
"I don't know Doc, that might leave you bald." Moira screamed and then whirled around to face Sawyer standing in the doorway…again.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Moira yelled holding her hand over her heart. "You've got to stop doing that!" She continued.
Sawyer chuckled and then walked further into the bathroom. It was only when he came to stand near her that Moira realized she was still only in her towel. She clutched it tighter to her body.
"Quite a few marks you got there, Doc. And no you don't look like Frankenstein's bride…you look…well you're certainly easy on the eyes." Sawyer said and Moira couldn't help but smile because of how uncomfortable he looked just then.
"That's sweet of you to say…but…these scars aren't exactly doing me any beauty favors. Sorry I took so long. I'll get out of your way." Moira said. She turned and grabbed her things and then made to walk past him. Before she could though he grabbed her upper arm and held her there.
"The scars don't take away from your beauty, Moira. You're a beautiful woman and those scars don't hide that fact any bit." He said. He hadn't looked at her until he finished and then he lifted his eyes to stare intently into her own. Moira felt the air leave her lungs and couldn't seem to find anymore to breath in.
She wasn't sure how long they stood there staring into each others eyes but eventually the hold he had on her arm altered and she found her self stepping back slightly from him.
"Th... Thank you Sawyer." She breathed and when she only received a little nod of his head she turned and quickly left the room. She stopped only when she reached the bedroom she had used and when the door was shut she leaned heavily against it.
What was she getting herself into and could she trust her self around a man like Sawyer? A man that reminded her too much of a past she would rather forget?