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Author's Note: Yeah well i have started work now and i am literally exhausted by the time i get home, so there might be much longer delays, as creativity is nearly impossible when running on empty. Yeah so this chapter is crap and i did it in 2 hours because i said i would post it by yesterday, oops. Most likely will be edited later to delete crappiness. LOL! wow, i need to go to bed now, early morning tomorrow. Review please!

Chapter Twelve

I sit.

"Wait…so you're telling us that…that you've been living here, on this island, in some kind of…house, for the last few years?" I ask slowly, still not believing what I have just heard.

Desmond sighs, irritation clear on his face. "Yes," he states simply.

"Are you one of them?" Sawyer asks, now holding a stick menacingly.

"One of who exactly?" Desmond asks, stepping up to sawyer.

Sawyer puffs out his chest, as if to challenge him. "One of the others, you know, those damn people that burnt our raft, killed Scott…or was it Steve? Oh and they stole a pregnant chick."

Desmond rounds on Sawyer. "Are you accusing me of killin' someone? Because I don't-"

"Maybe I am."

I get up off the ground and squeeze myself between the two men, and push Sawyer away. "Stop it! Both of you are acting like children! Now, we need to work this out, not bloody kill each other! Sawyer, you intentionally try to aggravate people and it's so childish!" Sawyer glares at me.

"Of course you yell at me, coz you bloody love that guy-" he says, pointing to Desmond.

"Sawyer, shut up!"

I then turn to Desmond. "And you! You need to calm down. All we are doing is trying to understand the situation, there's no need to get so touchy. You should both be ashamed of yourselves!"

I calm myself down and look at the both of them. Both are staring at me with a mix of shock and wonder.

For a while there is silence and all that can be heard is my heavy breathing and a bird calling somewhere far away.

"Wow, that sounds so much like my mum," Desmond states and instantly both men break out laughing.

"Well I am glad that Sawyer has finally found someone with the same amount of intelligence as him."

"I know, who'd a thunk it? I didn't expect there to be two geniuses on this damn island," Sawyer remarks arrogantly.

"I'm glad you two are friends now, but can you one of you masterminds please explain to those of us with lesser intelligence what is going on here?"

"Nothing is going on Morgan, I've told you everything," Desmond says, and the fact that he used my name makes me feel awkward, like we are friends, when all we are is complete strangers who stumbled upon each other in the evil jungle.

"Now that's funny, because it seems that there is always something going on in this damn place," I say sharply.

"Look, I'll explain it for you again," Desmond says in a patronizing tone, as he lowers me to sit back on the ground.

"Don't you treat me like a child, just because I don't understand your crazy lies." I snap at him as I push his hands away.

Sawyer laughs. "Oh thank god she's over hitting me."

I glare at him. "I don't understand you boys, one second you are about to beat each other into a pulp, the next you're both laughing and joking at my expense."

Sawyer and Desmond both pause and look at each other, Desmond's eyes flashing with something akin to suspicion and Sawyer with a raised eyebrow and his trademark smirk.

Desmond speaks first. "We're not laughing at you Morgan, we're laughing with you," he says, in such a Sawyer-ish way that even I reluctantly smile. "No, but honestly, I've told you everything. I was on a race around the world, I get stuck here, this guy Kelvin finds me and he takes me to this…magnetic station. This place is like an underground house, I mean, it's got everything. There's this timer, and every 108 minutes, you have to push the execute button, or else something bad happens and we all die." At my skeptical look he continues. "Well, that's what I was told, anyway. Well yesterday this guy Jack, who you're buddy Sawyer seems to know, comes in looking for the bald guy and the girl, with a gun. So I'm telling him to put the bloody gun down and all of a sudden I'm knocked over the damn head and my gun goes off; Right into the computer. Well, I tried to fix it and I couldn't, so I packed some stuff and left."

"You just left?" I ask, surprised. Desmond turns and looks at me

"I wasn't waiting around to see what happens when the timer reached zero. Well, either they got the computer working again or something did happen, because that was over a day ago."

"Well here's an idea, you think maybe the timer counts down to nothing and your pal Kevin was just a little bit loco?" Asks Sawyer.

"You think I pushed a button every single hundred and eight minutes, for the last three years because a nutter felt like makin' up a story?"

"Hell yes."

"Well you can believe it, but I don't."

"I don't just think that this friend of yours was nuts, I'd bet your not so sane yourself, Scottie." Desmond starts to get up off the ground again but I am up quicker.

"Oh please just stop! Okay, to see if Desmond here is telling the truth, we should go to his little house and check it out. That's the only way we are going to find out whether or not he is lying to us." I look at both 'men', though they hardly deserve the title. "Sound fair?" I ask half mockingly, half seriously.

"I don't appreciate being talked to like a kid," Sawyer says.

"Start acting like an adult and I'll start treating you like one."

"My god, you are my mother, aren't you?" Desmond asks with a grin. I grimace, trying to imagine what his mother must look like but am left with an image of Desmond in a dress, the thought almost makes me explode with laughter, but I manage to keep it in. Just.

"Oh trust me, if she was your mother, the dreams she has would be called incestual," Sawyer says, a smirk playing on his lips.

My head snaps in his direction, eyes wide in a mix of fury and embarrassment and my mouth agape.

Desmond looks to me with his brow furrowed. "Sorry? What's he on about?"

"I…oh…he's…nothing…he's just an idiot," I stutter, lowering my head to hide the blush that has exploded onto my face.

"Oh nothing, is it? 'Oh god yes' is nothing? I believe that's an exact quote too," he says whilst smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh my god you are such an ass, Sawyer," I say, glaring at him. I put my backpack on. "C'mon, we should start moving."

Desmond and Sawyer both put their bags on. "I told you I'd have a chat with him," he says with a triumphant look on his face.

Desmond looks puzzled, as he has for about the last minute or so. "What?..."

"Nothing… really it's nothing," I say, pushing him in front of me as I glare behind at Sawyer.

"Oh that's Morgan for ya, likes to wear the pants in the relationship."

I stop abruptly and turn around. It's no surprise to me to see sawyer grinning like an imbecile. I walk up to him and stand up on my toes. "It wasn't Desmond in my dream, Okay?" I whisper, and give him an affectionate little slap on the face. It pleases me to see Sawyer speechless for once. I continue following Desmond through the jungle in silence.

I blush.

If only Sawyer knew the half of it.

A/N: Review Please! thankyou to all of my reviewers, i hope you got the private messages! Get excited for me! Lost comes out on dvd tomorrow in Australia! w00t w00t!