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Chapter 3

A funeral was being held for Boone. A group of the men had gone into the jungle and retrieved his body. After a long bath, everyone was ready to begin.

Sawyer sat back against a tree and watched. He was far enough away to only hear murmurs of the voices that spoke about Boone. He had decided not to attend. He figured it was better that way, he might've started chuckling when they announced the cause of death.

"Sawyer," Locke stepped out of the jungle beside him, "we need to have a talk."

Sawyer looked at him as he made himself comfortable on the sand beside him. "Why, what do we need to be talkin' about?"

"The phone." Locke told him simply. He had opted not to go to the funeral as well, he was too afraid he would get choked up in front of the others. He was supposed to be a strong figure for them. "I don't think we should tell anyone about it."

"Well, I'm not exactly jumpin' up and down, wavin' my arms like a damn lunatic wanting to tell them, now am I?" Sawyer spat back. "You can keep your little doomsday device to yourself, Dr. Evil."

"There's more." Locke told him. He looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. "There's something Boone and I found in the jungle. With Boone gone, I'm going to need your help. You already know about the phone so you can help me with this task as well."

"Alright, I'm gonna lay this all out on the table now." Sawyer looked him straight in the eye. "I don't wanna be your damn jungle buddy."

"You said you wanted in on what we were doing out there, Sawyer, have you changed your mind?" Locke asked him. "You don't want to be one step ahead of everyone else? Just come into the jungle with me tomorrow, just let me show you what Boone and I found."

Sawyer thought for a second. "Alright, but if there's any chance of me bein' hit by shit, I'm getting' the hell out of there."

Locke smiled. "That's the spirit, Sawyer." He patted him on the shoulder and earned himself a glare for it before returning from whence he came.

Sawyer rested his head back on the tree trunk and closed his eyes. A yawn escaped his mouth before he fell into a disturbed sleep.

He held the phone in his hands. Sawyer looked down at it before looking up and around. He was standing on the beach and it was deserted. Bits and pieces of tents and luggage littered the ground but nothing more. "What the hell?" He muttered. "Hey, anyone there?"

He was answered by silence.

"This is great, just damn great." He started to walk into the jungle, determined to find the others when he heard a voice behind him.

"I wouldn't go in there, brotha." A Scottish accent met him.

Sawyer turned on his heels and grabbed the other man's shirt in a fist. He had long shaggy brown hair and no stubble. He hadn't been deserted here. "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matta." The other man replied, un-phased by Sawyers onslaught. "But I wouldn't go in there."

"And why wouldn't you?" Sawyer asked. "What's in there?"

"Buttons." He laughed. "Buttons and timers. Buttons and timers and numbers."

Sawyer pushed him away. "What's wrong with you? Who are you and where did you come from? Where are the others?"

"There's nothing wrong with me, brotha." He replied. "As to who I am, I already told you, it doesn't matta. Where I came from, I came from the hatch. And the others, look around, they're all around you."

Sawyer did in fact look around him. The beach wasn't deserted anymore, it was just like it was before. But the other man was gone.

"Sawyer," A weak female voice came from his right side and he turned to see Claire there, hands on her stomach. "He's restless." She smiled and grabbed Sawyer's hand, laying it on her stomach. "He'll be coming soon, I hope. A darling little baby."

"Claire, what's goin' on?" Sawyer asked her, trying to keep his voice calm as he took his hand back.

"He liked your voice, it's soothing for him. It was supposed to be nap time." She explained seriously. Her voice changed, got harder somehow, less melodious. "But now, it's time to wake up!"

Sawyer awoke with a start. He jumped to his feet and looked around. Everything was the same, he wasn't alone.

"What's wrong?" Kate asked, coming up beside him. "Bad dream?"

"It's all that damn phone's fault." Sawyer stated before realising what he said.

"Phone?" Kate repeated. She laughed. "Sawyer, we're on a deserted island, there's no phone's here."

She didn't believe him, of course she didn't. "I know that, Freckles." He replied, narrowing his eyes. "It was just a damn dream."

Kate smiled and nodded. "I just didn't expect you to be the type to get spooked by a dream."

Sawyer smiled mischievously. "Well, maybe you should stay with me and protect me from those awful dreams."

"Only in your dreams, Sawyer." Kate chuckled and walked off.

Sawyer was busy admiring her leaving form as Locke walked up beside him. Sawyer looked at him. "Are you stalkin' me?"

Locke chuckled and shook his head. "No, Sawyer, I just happened to be near by."

Sawyer hesitated for a second. "Is there someone Scottish on this island?"

John gave him a curious look. "Pardon?"

"A man. With shaggy brown hair." Sawyer told him.

John thought for a second before shaking his head. "Nope, sorry, not that I can think of. But then again, I spend most of my time with my hatch, I wouldn't be the best man to ask. Hurley would know, he took a census of everyone, maybe you should ask him."

"Just you say 'hatch'?" Sawyer asked, eyes narrowing.

"Why, yes, Sawyer, I did." Locke replied. "Is something wrong?"

Sawyer grabbed the front of his shirt much like he did to the man in his dreams. He pushed Locke up against the tree he had been leaning against while he slept. "What did you do to me?"

"What?" Locke asked. "Sawyer, I didn't do anything."

"What the hell did you do to me?" Sawyer yelled again. "Who's the damn Scott? Who is he?" Sawyer shook him. "Tell me!"

"Put him down." Jack commanded, stepping out of the crowd that was starting to form. "Sawyer, put him down."

Sawyer glanced over his shoulder at Jack. "He did somethin' to me and I'm goin' to find out what it was."

"Sawyer, it was a dream." Kate interjected, also taking a step forward. "Everyone has them."

Sawyer looked around at the group of people watching him, he was really creating a spectacle, he realised. Better to settle this another time when there isn't so many people around. He let Locke go and trudged away back to his tent.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked Locke.

"Hm?" Locke replied, watching Sawyer leave. He glanced at Jack and smiled wide. "Oh, I'm just fine, better then ever I believe."