Disclaimer: Still don't own lost, but i DO own the dvd so ner ner ne ner ner.

Author's Note: Hides SorrySorrySorrySorrySorrySorrySorrySorrySorry...Sorry. Work is really tiring blah blah blah, i lost my groove for a bit and got into a writing phunk and it was terrible and desolate and i hope it never happens again. Once again i'm not fond of this chapter, and one must wonder if i'm fond of this story at all, but i promise something WILL happen eventually. It's kinda like the actual show in that respect hehe. Because it was such a long delay i shall have the next chapter (which was actually just the second part of THIS chapter, but happened to be too long) up by Sunday. Thanks to all who review, and please keep doing it even though i have tarnished your honour...wow it is late and i am talking CRAP.

Chapter Fifteen

I yawn.

Desmond and I have been walking now for a good hour, and the sun has now vanished from my sight, leaving the jungle dark and the air cool.

"Are you sure we're going the right way? The guy said we'd be there soon, and that was at least an hour ago."

"Yes, I'm sure, I know what direction to go in," Desmond says uncertainly.

"Men and their inability to admit they're lost," I say whilst rolling my eyes.

Desmond turns to face me. "Excuse me, but I've been here a little longer than you have." He then proceeds to walk through the darkened jungle.

"Yes. In a bunker under the ground, now if we could find said bunker, that'd be great," I say, yelling a little as I catch up with him.

Desmond sighs. "Just please shut it, I know where we're goin'." Sure you do, we're just taking the 'scenic route.'

"You're regretting that I came with you, aren't you?" I ask with a grin.

"You're bloody right I am," he says in a stern voice, but I notice that he is smiling.

"Well too bad, you're stuck with me until at least tomorrow morning."

"Holy Jesus, that long eh?"

"That's blasphemy," I scold, crossing my arms.

"So you're religious then?" Desmond asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, my Nan, she's Irish-" I shrug, as if that explains it.

Desmond nods. "Oh alright, enough said."

We walk in silence for a while and I start having second thoughts. Maybe I can catch up with Sawyer? No I can't, besides that'd leave Desmond alone and I am very interested in this hatch thing of his. Besides, he's a nice guy and I'm sure sawyer was just overreacting. My thoughts are interrupted by the sight of a giant metal door slightly covered in gnarled roots and vines no more than a few feet away from me. "Oh my god…" I stop and stare at the door, mouth agape in disbelief.

"Hey, that's blasphemy," Desmond says chidingly, then as if a giant door in the middle of the jungle is completely normal, grins smugly. "See, I told you I'd find it. And you doubted me."

"Well, I suppose I'm sorry," I say in a nonchalant voice, unwilling to admit that he was right.

"You suppose, do you? Well I suppose I might just not let you in," he says with the usual twist of mouth, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

I plant my hands on my hips. "Desmond, that's not even funny. Just get in please, it's getting dark and i…"

The mischief in his eyes turns to suspicion. "Are you scared of the dark?" The memory comes crashing into my consciousness before I can will it away.

"Morgan, are you still afraid of the dark?"

"No, not anymore…I haven't been scared of the dark for a long time."

"I think you still are. Don't worry, I'll stay in your bed until you're asleep."

"No, it's alright. I'm not scared, please, just leave me alone…"

"Shut up you little…it's okay Morgan, I'll just stay a little while."

"No, no no…"

"Morgan?" Desmond's voice makes me suddenly aware of the present, and I shiver, thinking how close I came to reliving that nightmare. It's no good dwelling on the past, people say, as if there is any choice in the matter.

"No, don't be ridiculous," I scoff.

Suddenly he is serious. "You are, aren't yeh?"

I cross my arms over my chest and try my best to put on an intimidating stance. "No, I'm scared of what I might do to you if you don't let me in."

Desmond puts his arms up in defeat. "Okay okay, I'll let you in!"

He pushes and fiddles with the door for a few moments, and something comes to my attention. "Where's the handle?"

"There isn't one," Desmond states matter-of-factly, never taking his eyes off the 'door'.

My brows draw together in confusion. "Well…how do you suppose we get in?"

"'Well how do you suppose'…I'll get us in, okay?" Desmond is obviously starting to get aggravated, so I decide it's better to ignore his evident mocking of me and leave it for another time. Desmond continues to push and hit the large metal door for a while before giving up.

"Okay, change of plan." He says breathlessly, yet determined, and slings his backpack over one shoulder.

"What?" I ask, completely dumbfounded. We just find the bloody thing and now we're off again!

"Follow me." He doesn't even look behind to check that I am there. Probably expects me to just obey like some dog. Men.

I run to catch up with him, as graceful as a baby elephant. "Where are we going? I thought you said you'd found it?"

"I have found it. It's just a matter of getting in the actual place."

I slow down once I reach his side. "And how do you suppose we do that?" I ask cynically.

Desmond finally stops and looks at me. "Well…the back door of course."

I scoff. "Oh of course, how stupid of me," I say whilst rolling my eyes dramatically.

Desmond grins and pats me on the shoulder. "Oh don't be too hard on yourself."

I growl.

Desmond is more like Sawyer than i thought...

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