Disclaimer: Seriously do I even look like Grant or Naylor? And if you said YES what you need are GLASSES and a HOSPITAL!

Right well here it is the chapter I've told Wildfire and Bex and others they are gonna hate me for... well they might they might not, it depends, now I'm going to bed it's a foreign complex for me I know but when you start imagining a Danny and a Sayid in your room you know it's time for bed... I tell a lie - I imagine them in my room most of the time I'm just really really tired! (Oh incase anyone cares it is currently 3:30am - I was in bed but I couldn't leave the chapter un posted... oh yeah and I am still listening to Minus Celcius...)


The Final Mile

Rosemary panted and winced as she streaked down the landscape and into the dark, misty woods. Her clothes were sticking to her from passing through the waterfall and the coldness of the air was making her shiver as she continued to run in the general direction of the craft.

She held Nirvana to her chest, protecting her from the rough vines and branches extending everywhere. Rosemary bit her lip to prevent crying out as a lock of her tangled hair flew out and caught on a branch as she ran. She placed Nirvana gently on the ground then unhooked her hair with trembling fingers.

The sounds of voices caught her attention and there in a clearing she could see three figures walking, the bug craft was no where to be seen, but she was too transfixed with their appearances to notice.

She had thought Chris's looks to be unbelievable but these three were just unimaginable, and what the hell were they wearing? Rosemary picked up Nirvana and nervously crept closer, she had thought Chris strange but she had never thought people could look like this! There was a thing that looked like he'd been in a stampede, and then there was this man with skin as black as night and very strange teeth!

She peered closer and made out the man in between, a kind of short, podgy looking guy in a weird coat, she couldn't see any of them too closely but she was certain that the latter had to be sugar puff guy.

She was about to take a step towards them to warn them when she saw something moving and a group of soldiers ambushed them.

"Oh smeg!" She muttered as she crept forward as far as she dared and strained to listen.

"Take us to your leader?" The dumpy one asked before cringing.

"Oh sir how COULD you?" The stampede guy replied as the dumpy one shrugged his shoulders.

"Let the great one judge them!" the leader of the group said, motioning for the others to lead them to the 'great one'.

She kept out of sight till she was sure it was safe and slowly crept into the clearing.

"Great, now what?" She asked Nirvana rhetorically as she wandered back the way the intruders came.

After a few minutes in a repetitive run, duck, cover pattern she gasped, as off to the left she saw the green ship thing they had flown in. Rosemary ran up to it and stared in wonder before cautiously climbing the metal steps.

When she reached the top she tried to open the door but found she couldn't, then she noticed a weird pad thing, she placed her hand on it and the door opened after it scanned her hand. Rosemary jumped back in surprise, nearly falling back down the stairs but took a deep breath and stepped inside.

She stared in wonderment from all the flashing light stuff to the plate of half eaten sandwiches on a table next to a box of sugar puffs and a 'Scrabble' board.

She tentatively sat down in the chair nearest to her and placed Nirvana in a basket full of clothes. She looked to her right at the sandwich and after a moment picked it up and took a bite of it before screwing her face up in disgust. She then looked to her left to find a hairbrush, a nail file and a 'Scrabble' score book. She picked the latter up and glanced at the two names at the top of the page – 'Lister' and 'Cat'. Rosemary dropped the book back onto the table and wondered what the hell she would do now?

She couldn't save these people! Or maybe they could do disappearing tricks like Chris?

Rosemary growled slightly at the memory and stood up; she walked into the front bit of the ship and was surprised to see a full panoramic view of the landscape around her. She stared for a few seconds then gulped as the 4 soldiers who had captured the others appeared amongst the trees, probably to look for something good to nick.

She resisted the urge to scream and hide and ran back into the mid section, she picked up a pen attached to the pad and scribbled "Nirvana, Rosemary, Chris Mclaran" onto the score book - she knew these people would be back – They had to be!

She kissed Nirvana lightly on her forehead and took a deep breath, wondering if nobility was really her thing before running to the doorway and dashing down the steps, she peeled off at the last moment, narrowly bumping into one of the soldiers and their bloody javelins.

She ran on and on, back in the general direction of the waterfall, if she could just make it there she could hide then come back for Nirvana later.

She turned her head slightly, hoping that no-one had stayed behind to check out the craft but all seemed to be following her – The bounty in exchange for her capture must be great, Rosemary thought bitterly as her pounding feet continued on, an invisible force willing her on.

She silently praised the mist for the curtain of safety it gave her though she had hit many branches and her body was aching from tiredness and many cuts and bruises.

She finally emerged from the wood and began to stagger and stumble the final mile round the hill to her waterfall hideout.

She suddenly fell over a rock jutting out of the ground and fell hard onto the uncaring ground. She wanted to stay, to give up, but something within her moved her to continue on.

Rosemary coughed and crawled to her feet, she knew the soldiers would not be far behind her now, but she didn't care, if she could just make it to the waterfall that she could hear roaring so loudly, she could jump onto the ledge and throw down her cloak into the rapids, they would think her dead and she could take the other route back to the green ship thing… If she could remember where it was.

She turned a slight corner and a feeling of hope surged through her as her goal became within her sights, however that feeling suddenly turned into that of overwhelming pain, and the sight of the beautiful waterfall became darkness as the cold steely point of a javelin belonging to Reggie Rimmer charged into Rosemary's back, propelling the poor creature to the ground, her eyes still staring unseeingly at the waterfall at the hidden sanctuary it contained…


A/N: See told you you'd hate me... unless you didn't like Rosemary anyway, in which case you probably won't but she is dead people!... I'm not even sorry!