I Miss You

by Blink182

Hello there the angel from my nightmare...

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head...

I miss you, miss you...

Locke and the Key

Chapter Thirteen

A group of four silhouettes with slumped shoulders and tired feet trudged up to the camp. Locke watched as he sat on a cold rock, his hands folded against his chest. His eyes had grown dark circles underneath them and his hands had grown blisters from rushing medicines and waters to Eko's tent.

His head raised at the sight of the shadows crossing the beach. At first instinct, his hand flew to one of his many knives. Against the vivid glow of the full moon, the blade flickered with hunger. Tense, but patient, Locke sat and waited for the newcomers to arrive.

As they grew closer, the foggy images evolved into Sayid, Ewan, Sun and Jin. Locke stood up and greeted them, "Glad to see you're back." He paused for a moment and glanced around. "Where's the boat?"

Sayid sat down and began to explain all that had happened on their journey to Locke. Sun and Jin excused themselves to go get some rest--it was pitch black out after all. Ewan slowly wandered away, his eyes furiously scanning the beach.

Behind him, he heard the sound of baby Aaron's cry. Ewan turned towards Claire's tent. He rushed to comfort the screaming baby but Claire beat him to it. She rocked baby Aaron in her arms and glared at Ewan, "What were you trying to do?"

"Just quiet the baby…" Ewan backed off as if Claire had taken his actions the wrong way.

"Sorry," Claire said as she "shh"ed Aaron. "I didn't realize you guys were back."

"We are," Ewan smirked. He rested his hands on his hips, tugging his tight, black t-shirt even tighter across his chest. "Hey… em… have you seen Desmond?"

"Yeah," Ewan noticed how irritated Claire looked at the mention of his name. "He's sleeping over there."

Ewan followed her finger to what he may have mistaken as a rock just down shore. Close enough to the tide that it tickled his bare feet, Desmond was curled up in the sand. A sweet smile crawled onto Ewan's face and turned on the light behind his eyes.

Suddenly, Charlie arose from behind Claire. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Could you shut him up?"

Ewan's eyes widened as he thought Charlie was referring to him.

"I'm trying…" Claire rocked Aaron back and forth and Ewan realized he was talking about the baby.

"Oh, hi," Charlie said to Ewan. He scratched his head and waited for Ewan to reply.

"I--sorry," Ewan stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode down the shore. He looked back once and saw Charlie give Claire a what was HE doing here? look.

There were not enough words for Ewan to describe how good it was to see Desmond again. When he stared at his shadowy form, curled up in the foetal position, he couldn't help but look amazed. It was almost as if he were staring at his loving family or his house in Scotland after all those lonely days on the island.

Ewan sat down and sunk his motorcycle boots in the sand. He wrapped his arms round his knees and leaned forward. Gazing out into the ocean, he watched the waves ease gently back and forth as he had done so many times before. The water looked so peaceful from here, Ewan couldn't imagine it was the same water that shocked your taste buds with salt and turned your face sour. He had tasted that very water only two days ago when had tried to rescue Sun.

Suddenly, Ewan turned back to Desmond. He had heard a shiver rattle the man's teeth. Ewan remembered the wind breaker he had tied over his shoulders. He untied the sleeves quietly and rested the jacket over top of Desmond. The shivering came to a sudden halt and Desmond took a relaxed breath in.

Turning back to the ocean, Ewan set his mind back on Sun. Were they over? Had he moved too quickly? It was obvious Sun had a husband, so why had Ewan interfered? She had been so kind to him before… Ewan supposed she wanted them just to be friends. But friends wasn't good enough for a lonely man who had been stranded on an island for over two months.

Desmond groaned in his sleep and waved his arm, accidentally hitting Ewan's shin. His eyes fluttered awake and then he opened them wider in shock. He looked up at Ewan, his eyes wide. As he began to sit up, he realized the navy blue jacket wrapper round him. His eyebrows furrowed and he stared at Ewan as he adjusted his sitting position.

"You're awake," every detail in Ewan's smile was fake, although his eyes were truly aglow.

"Ewan? You--when did you get back?" His first words made his voice falter.

"Just now," Ewan's voice and facial expressions projected that he was bored. It took an expert to see through an actors false emotions, but this was exactly what Desmond was trying to do.

"Well… how was everything? Was the Elizabeth good to you?"

"Er…" Ewan's raised eyebrows were the only thing that gave away his surprise. "She em… the others… they came and… they took her."

"My boat?" Des cocked his head a bit. "They took my boat?"

"Um… yeah. Most exciting thing that happened on the trip, really."

"How?"

"Well," Ewan began. "There wasn't much to it. They just… we were all on the shore, making a fire for Jack to see and then the others boarded the boat before we could get to it and the boat just started gliding away."

"How'd they get on there in the first place?"

"I don't know," Ewan snapped.

"Sorry, brotha. To many questions, eh?"

"No, I--I'm sorry, Desmond."

Des smiled out of pure embarrassment. He watched Ewan closely and figured out that he was hiding something from him. He seemed to be concentrating on nothing but the words he was going to say next. "What is it, brotha? Somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"Huh?" Ewan turned away from the ocean and back to Des. "Oh. Oh, it's nothing. It's just that… I--it's good to be back. I missed you."

"Well thanks, brotha," Desmond nodded his head proudly.

"You're welcome," Ewan said awkwardly. He hadn't expected "thanks" to be the only thing Desmond replied with.

"Are you going with Locke tomorrow?"

"I dunno…"

"He's going to help find Jack. You should come." Desmond began to settle down in the sand. He was laying with his hands behind his head, staring at the stars.

Ewan joined him. "Of course I'll come."

Ewan watched the stars remembering how he used to be up there with them. He could get completely lost in thought when he stared at those glittering, white specks against the dark, navy blue curtain of empty space. Random memories of his old life flooded his brain until Desmond interrupted them. "Sometimes it's nice to think," Des said out of nowhere. "That she's starin' at the same sky. Same moon. Same stars."

"She?" Ewan turned his head and looked over at Desmond.

"Whoever she is. You must have someone," he turned to Ewan and smiled.

"Yeah? Do you have someone, Des?"

"Her name is Penny."

"Penny and Desmond--"

"Hume," Des smiled. "But, no, it's not quite that way yet. Her father… doesn't quite fancy me getting married to her yet."

"Yet?"

"Well… I went on that race to get my honour back. Once I won that race, her father would have respected me and we…"

"I see. And who's her father?"

"That would be Charles Widmore."

"One, two, three four," Mrs. McDaniel instructed.

Ewan shot his older brother Colin an annoyed glare. For once they were not annoyed at each other, but both annoyed at their mother.

It was indeed Mrs. McGregor who had signed them up for this dancing class and both the boys had become extremely irritated. Ewan was the only one who had danced before, but that was jazz squares not the Hornpipe or the Reel. The two brothers could easily conclude that they were horrible at traditional Scottish dancing.

Mrs. McDaniel shouted, "Stop!" The entire class froze and then relaxed their arms and legs. Ewan batted his eyelashes and smiled at Penelope, the most beautiful girl in the class. He was only eleven years old, but already he was interested in girls. Especially girls with flowing, long, blond hair like Penelope's. "Find a dance partner for the Strathspey," Mrs. McDaniel made a dramatic accent on the last word. Ewan winced. He remembered his mum telling him this was the slow dance.

He rushed down the dance floor and hurried to Penelope. He tried to make it as unnoticeable as he could, but he needed Penelope to be his dance partner. Once he reached her he said quickly, "Will you be my dance partner?"

"Sure," Penelope smiled.

Ewan sighed with relief. "My name's Ewan," he said with a childish sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm Penelope. But most people call me Penny."

As Mrs. McDaniel explained the Strathspey dance, Ewan couldn't help but stare at Penelope's beautiful hair and eyes. She kept turning to smile at him but it was just a smile of pure awkwardness. When the music began, Ewan realized he had no idea what he was doing. He stumbled over Penelope's feet and his own and just smiled at her. He began to feel dizzy and stupid and finally, Mrs. McDaniel announced, "It's one o'clock. Class dismissed!"

Penelope rushed to her bags but Ewan stopped her. "Wanna walk home with me?" he asked quickly. Penelope hesitantly nodded and Ewan felt like he couldn't breathe until they met up again after collecting their stuff. He hurried to her side and Colin shot him another irritated glare. He wasn't a stranger to having to walk home alone when Ewan had been around girls.

The two awkward pre-teens tried to start up a conversation. Ewan smiled at Penny. "So where are you from?" He knew she was not Scottish, her accent made it sound like she was from Southern England.

"London. I live with my father in London. My mum lives here in Crieff. I'm just visiting for the summer."

"You don't LIVE in Scotland, but you're taking a Scottish dancing class?" Ewan asked, bewildered. Obviously, HER mother wasn't forcing this upon her.

"I LOVE Scotland," Penny said passionately. "I love the culture, the people, the land. I wish I could live here like you do."

Ewan smiled embarrassedly. "I like it here," he nodded.

"You don't like the CLASS, do you?"

"No, not really. My mum kind of… forced me and my brother to do it."

"I see."

The two of them stopped talking to cross the a busy street. Ewan couldn't help but watch the way Penny's hair bounced across her shoulders and how the sun made her blue eyes glitter. He was so lost in his fantasy, he didn't see the sports car flying towards him. A voice on the opposite side of the street called, "MOVE!"

Ewan's head whipped in the direction of the oncoming car. He frantically sped towards the voice that had called seconds before. When he reached the pavement he stopped running, put his hands on his knees and panted. Penny stood beside him, shocked and panting as well.

"That was close," Ewan breathed.

"That was scary!" Penny replied.

Ewan glanced round and locked eyes with a young boy who was straddling the seat of his red bike. He realized this was the boy who had saved his life. Ewan had a pure look of innocence and respect in his eye as he said, "Thank you."

The boy smiled at him sheepishly and Ewan and Penny walked over to him. Ewan repeated, "Thank you. You saved my life."

The boy shrugged. "You're welcome," he said with a hint of shyness. He had short, wavy brown hair and hidden, hazel eyes. His cheeks were still tinted red from the moment he had realized he'd just screamed in public.

"What's your name?" Ewan asked curiously.

"Desmond."

"I'm Ewan and this is my friend, Penny."

By now, Colin had caught up to them. His eyes were wide and he was just as out of breath as Ewan and Penny. "Ewan!" he scolded like Mum. "What the bloody hell--"

"Colin!" Ewan said angrily.

Colin tried to calm himself down. "D'you know how DEAD I would be if Mum found out--"

"Imagine how dead I would be," Ewan smiled wanly. His smile brightened when he turned to Des. "Thanks again, Desmond."

"Her name was Penny?" Ewan double checked. Desmond nodded and stared out at the sea. "I knew a Penny once…" Ewan smiled to himself. Then he furrowed his eyebrows and stared hard at Des. "Desmond?" he asked. The man turned to make eye contact with his friend. Ewan continued, "When you said you'd been to Crieff… when did you go?"

Desmond frowned and shrugged. "We went annually to visit my grandfather until… until he passed away."

Ewan smirked at Des. "Did you ever go there when you were say… ten, twelve years old?"

"Probably…" Desmond couldn't quite see what Ewan was getting at.

"Did you have a red bike?"

"Um… yeah."

"Do you remember saving my life?"

Desmond's eyes widened in disbelief. Ewan's lips merged into a wide smile. Desmond exhaled loudly and burst into laughter. "That was you? That was you?" He slapped his hand on Ewan's shoulder and let out the end of his laughter. "I remember you."

Dude. Talk about super long chapter! Like I said, this chapter is the best thing you've ever read, right? What? It ISN'T? Well tell me why. I'm excepting and incouraging constructive critisim here. Even though sighs I STILL can't spell it.

The little flashback bit I wrote over the summer and didn't bother to change much of the wording. So don't be two hard on that bit. PWEASE? Also, this episode (3.05) has been split into too chapters. I didn't want it to be an overwhelmingly long chapter of doom, so... I seperated it. Chapter 14 will continue where we left off and lead into the rest of Epsiode 3.05.

-Got Scots?