A/N: Okay, so i lied, i said i'd update really soon but work is hard yada yada yada...you get the picture. Sorry about the delay, i had a major case of 'i can't be stuffed writing anything' disorder, but i got a nice dose of medication by watching my season one lost dvd! So yeah, and thanks to phoenix inferno for posting my 100th review! hoorah, lets all have a party (gets karaoke machine out) who's up for a little ABBA, maybe a little Bon Jovi? ahahahaha!

Sawyer: I'll sing...

Me: Okay...oh one more thing, did i mention it was STRIP karaoke? (evil grin)

Sawyer: Nope, but i'm up for that (nakedness ensues)

Me: (Drool) sjasdfgkdjmwdoigjwrogjflala w00tw00t!

ahem, on with the show...

Chapter Fourteen

I scream.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Calm down!"

"Help!" I scream, my wide eyes never leaving the large man.

"Dude, its okay, I'm not going to hurt you!"

"Go away!" I start to back away whilst covering myself with my pile of clothes.

"Morgan?" someone says from the trees.

"Help me!" I spare a look in the direction the voice had come from.

"Dude." The large man is looking past me, and I see that Sawyer and Desmond have emerged from the bushes.

"Lardo!"

"Sawyer?" The big man asks dumbfounded.

"Sawyer!" I exclaim frantically.

"What the?" Desmond asks, obviously as confused as I am.

"Dude," the fat man repeats.

Silence follows and it takes me a moment to get over my confusion and realize all three men are looking at me, the big guy is blushing profusely. I then remember that I am only partially clothed. "Oh my god turn around you bunch of perverts!" I yelp, blushing from my head to my toes.

They all turn around and I see Sawyer turn slightly to try and get a look numerous times. I can hear the fat man whispering with Sawyer something about a raft and 'the others'. I clear my throat to indicate that I'm done and the men turn around again.

"So, before I pass out or something can I please be informed of who the hell this guy is and why you know him, Sawyer?" I blurt quickly, looking suspiciously at Sawyer.

"I'm Hurley, I was on the plane crash with Sawyer, and can you please not speak to me like I'm not here? Besides, I'd like to know who you two are," he says, looking at Desmond and I.

"A friend of Sawyer's, how lovely," I say sarcastically, "I'm Morgan." I offer my hand and the man, Hurley, looks at it suspiciously before shaking it. He then turns to Desmond who also sticks out his hand, a slight grin on his face. Hurley doesn't shake it, he simply stares at Desmond, well, Desmond's jumpsuit for a long moment before letting out a long "Dude."

Desmond looks as confused as Sawyer and I. "What? Oh the symbol…do you know it from somewhere?" he asks, that strange glint arising in his eyes again.

"Yeah, you could say that I guess," Hurley states, never taking his eyes from the symbol. I wonder why he's looking at it so strangely?

"Well that's great, now Hurley, has anyone found Mike or Jin? Are they, you know, alive?" Sawyer asks.

"What? No, no I thought they would'a been with you…are you saying they're still out there? Dude…that sucks."

Both men are quiet for a moment until Sawyer snaps out of whatever thoughts he was having. "Well we gotta go back to camp then. Tell the others, we can set up some groups and go search for them."

"Okay, well…we're only about an hour away from the caves, so if we leave now we can get there before it starts to get dark. But we can't go looking for them today, its too late," Hurley says somberly.

"Fine, lets just get back," Sawyer says impatiently.

"So we're not goin' back to…my place then?" Desmond asks.

"Well, we don't need to know do we sctottie? We know where we're going now."

"But I have medical supplies, and…and food, and-"

"Why're you so eager for us to get there, huh? You wanna go all 'Ethan' on us when we get there and eat us or something?" Sawyer says right in Desmond's face.

Desmond pushes Sawyer away from him. "I'm sorry; I thought that you might-"

I interrupt before anything drastic happens and round on Sawyer. "Stop it! My god Sawyer, you truly are a total bastard, aren't you? The guy's only trying to help and all you do is-"

"That's it, defend him! He only held us captive and put a gun to our heads!" Sawyer yells, waving his arms about.

"You're not one to talk Sawyer, if you recall-"

"Quiet!" Hurley yells, but I continue.

"- you also had a gun pointed at somebody!"

"It was a joke, god dammit!"

"QUIET!" Hurley yells, louder this time.

I stop and try to calm myself down, blushing slightly in embarrassment. Sawyer is still glaring daggers at Desmond and I. He's right, Desmond did hold us at gunpoint, and tie us up, but the truth is I did practically the same thing to Sawyer mere days before. Perhaps this is why I find myself constantly sticking up for Desmond, because I am defending myself also.

"Now, we gotta stop fighting, we don't have time! I'd really like to make it back by dinner time, if that's alright. So let's just go." Hurley snaps, well more a whine really, and we walk in silence for the next half hour or so.

"Hello." I look up to see Desmond looking at me, a grin on his face. Is the guy always happy?

"Hi." I say rather dispassionately.

"Umm, thanks for doing that…defending me. Oh and for stopping me doing something I might regret. It's just that Sawyer guy…he's a real twat." He says, scowling briefly when mentioning Sawyer.

I laugh."Yeah he is most of the time, but…not always. He has had a bad couple of days lately."

He frowns at me. "I really don't get you. One second you're defending me, the next you're defending him."

"Well…it's a hard job but someone has to do it." I smile tightly, not wanting another argument.

"No, they don't. But…thank you nonetheless." He is grinning again and I'm relieved that I won't have to argue again.

"You're very much welcome."

For a while we walk in awkward silence, many times Desmond would open his mouth as if to say something but close it again. Eventually he talks.

"So, we're goin' to this…camp of you're friends, and then what? We just…wait for somethin' to kill us all off, do we?" Desmond asks skeptically.

I look at him in surprise. "That's a very negative attitude, maybe we'll wait for someone to come and rescue us. Who knows what could happen?"

"Rescue you? You can't honestly believe that somebody is goin' to come if they haven't already," he says in a patronizing tone, "I'm not a negative kind of person, but I am realistic."

"Okay, so what's you're bright idea then? If you think the camp is such a bad idea, then what's the alternative?" I snap.

"Well we could go to the bunker, as I've said a million times. I mean, look at you, you look terrible, you need to rest." His dark eyes lock on mine after looking me up and down critically.

"Oh thanks a bunch," I say whilst rolling my eyes.

"Well it's true. If you go to this 'camp' of Sawyer's they're gonna want answers, they're gonna wanna know every little detail since you've been here. Then you'll go off on some rescue mission for two men that might not even be on this bloody island. And then perhaps they'll interrogate you some more. Buy 'them' I really mean Jack." The last part is added as an afterthought, and I start to think that maybe Desmond doesn't like this Jack guy very much.

"That's true, but do you even know where you're bunker is?"

"Dude, did you say bunker?" Hurley says, suddenly interested in our conversation.

"Yeah, Desmond here has been living in it." I say, not really understanding it myself.

"Dude, so you're the guy! The one who was pressing that button on the computer, I thought you were like…dead."

"Well, as you can see I'm very much alive. How do you know about it anyway?" Desmond asks Hurley with a stunned expression.

"Well…I went along to blow up the hatch door, and then Kate ran up saying that something had happened and we had to get Sayid to fix the computer, and I came along." Sawyer's head snaps up at the mention of this 'Kate' girl, but he doesn't say anything.

"So you fixed the computer? Good, so who's pressing the button then?"

"Oh, well people were taking shifts."

"Right, so there's a bunch of people in there then?" Desmond asks, not sounding thrilled about that.

"Well, two at a time I think," says Hurley, not sounding too sure about it.

"Okay, so how exactly do I get there from here?"

"You just go down the path; you can't miss it, dude I thought you said you lived there?"

"Lived in it, I didn't exactly get out much," Desmond says dryly.

"Okay well I don't understand a thing you two just said, but it seems we're at a fork in the road."

"And how's that?" Sawyer asks, speaking up finally.

"Well Desmond is pretty set on going back to the hatch, and I think I'll go with him."

"My god, you're joking right?" Sawyer looks at me as if I have just grown an extra head.

"Why would I be joking? I'd rather be under a roof with a bed and a shower than camping in a cave with a bunch of strangers."

"I'm not a stranger," he says, and then his eyes grow wide as if he hadn't meant to say it aloud. I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he means by it.

"For all we know-look, come here, I need to talk to you alone," he says grabbing my arm and glaring at Desmond. He stomps off, dragging me behind.

Sawyer rounds on me and whispers angrily, "For all we know he could be a psychopath trying to kidnap you or…well the guy said so himself, he hasn't been around a woman in over three years-"

"Sawyer! I can't believe you just implied that he is going to…he's not going to rape me, that's ridiculous!" I hiss, wrenching my arm out of his grip.

"Don't be so sure. Well I'm goin to the caves, and you should go too, we have a doctor and…" Sawyer hesitates.

"And? I can look after myself well enough, Sawyer. You at least should know that."

"Well fine, stay with the freaky Scottish guy, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"It's sweet that you care so much, Sawyer," I say wryly.

"I just don't wanna have to comfort you if something goes wrong."

I don't know why it surprises me that he'd say something as insensitive as that, but I don't buy it. "Alright, well goodbye Sawyer."

"Yeah, see ya round…and Morgan, look after yourself."

I give a small smile and walk away. "You too, get that arm fixed up properly."

Sawyer snickers. "Hopefully Jack has better equipment than sanitary products to fix it with."

I grin.

I might even miss Sawyer a little bit.

A/N: okay, well nothing really happened, oh except Morgan is going off to the HATCH with DESMOND and SAWYER is no longer around. (sigh) it was very hard to make him leave. Anyway, REVIEW PLEASE, yes,even though it was another crappy chappie (haha that rhymes)oh and hurley will be funnier when it is the right occasion, i promise. Ohand THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED SO FAR!

Sawyer: "Mamamia, here i go again, my my, how could i resist it? Mamamia, does it show again, my my..."

Me: BOO HISS BOO! I am burning you're clothes as punishment for your terrible singing, muahahaha!(evil grin)