Lost Girl (PG-13)

[Nikiwi]

Alright, this is my first general fan fic. I suppose some of you may know me from the shipper fan fic forum. I've written a lot there, but this is new territory, so be nice!
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Title: Lost Girl
Rating: PG 13, but maybe R. I'm not really sure
Warnings: Violence, a little bit of sexual implication
Summary: A new character is introduced to the Lost cast, and she's not quite the extra everyone thought she was. No spoilers included.
Status: WIP
*Disclaimer*: I do not own the characters in this story. They are owned by JJ Abrams, ABC, and Toushstone.
Author's Notes: I just wrote this cause it's been playing around in my head since the show started, and I wanted to see what y'all thought. So here it is. Be nice, read, and REPLY, please! Thanks!
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Sidra Willow Carpenter sat on the warm, sandy beach, letting her curly chestnut brown hair wave around in the wind. The day was warm, and her hazel eyes picked up every color in the jungle and the water. Most people would think this the ideal vacation spot. The only drawback was that there were man-eating monsters, a psychopathic murderer, and no way off this God-forsaken spit of land the others had the nerve to call an island.
Sidra and the others had been stranded on this island over a month ago, and they all knew that no one was coming to get them. Of course, that was perfectly fine with Sidra. No leaving meant no more prissy foster parents to put up with. No more dealing with stuck-up social workers who “only wanted the best for her.”
Sidra had been in foster homes ever since her adoptive parents had been caught selling drugs when she was nine. She’d given eight families a whirl in the past six years, and she wasn’t anxious to test drive another one. She disappointed all of them, and they all shunned her.
With each new family, she’d given herself a new name, mostly to disassociate herself with the old family. She’d had nine different names in the past seven years, and she remembered them all. She’d adopted Amara, Brenda, Brit, Gypsy, Kelsey, Leigh, Miriam, Martina, and Zillah. She’d chosen them all because of their deep, depressing meanings. After all these years, she could still remember every one of them, and the meanings that went with them.
Amara: Unfading
Brenda: Flame
Brit: Strong
Gypsy: Wanderer
Kelsey: Warrior
Leigh: Weary
Miriam: Rebellious
Martina: Warlike
Zillah: Shadow
Most of the meanings were things she was or wanted to be.
“Hey, could you give me some help here?” a voice from behind her asked. Why did they have to ask her? Couldn’t they ask some other, tired survivor who didn’t have anything better to do? She’d been able to avoid the attention of everyone on the island for the last five weeks. Why couldn’t it have stayed that way?
“Hello?” the voice prodded. Well, ignoring them didn’t work. What the heck, she’d help them out. If she didn’t, heads would start turning and mouths would start flapping.
Sidra turned around, getting up and brushing off the back of her jeans. The man who’d disturbed her was standing there with a huge piece of metal from the plane. Dang, she thought to herself. He was hot. He had perfectly ruffled brown hair and intense eyes. His body wasn’t all that bad either. But he had to be ten years older than her, and she didn’t do older men…usually.
“I’m Boone,” the man said. Sidra flicked her eyes over his smoking hot bod but didn’t answer. If she talked, she’d flirt. Then, she’d be…getting too close. The last thing she wanted to do around here was make “new friends.”
Sidra helped Boone carry the metal to a place on the beach just a few yards away. There were already plane seats and bamboo sticks piled high in piles that an older black man was weaving his way through. Behind him was a boy – his son – who had to be around ten years old. Ugh, way too young. She was five years older than him, after all.
“Well, hello, Curly. Don’t believe we’ve met,” a southern man with very sexy blond hair and a chiseled physique – which he was clearly proud of considering his lack of shirt – said, leaning against a tree. Sidra rolled her eyes. Another new friend. And what was with that nickname, anyway?
“The name’s Deirdre, by the way,” she said coldly. True, Deirdre wasn’t her real name, but she liked it. It did mean “sorrow,” after all. Besides, who cared if they knew her real name or not? This guy certainly didn’t.
“Good to know, Curly,” the man said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Oh, Sidra thought, what I wouldn’t do for a good smoke.
“And what’s your name, Hick?” the newly-named Deirdre asked. He seemed like a southern hick, and he seemed to like annoying nicknames. If she could warm up to him just enough, she could probably get a light out of him. And maybe another one of those bottles he was holding in his hand.
“Sawyer, Sassy,” he said, throwing her a cocky grin she’d seen only too many times before during her stay in Texas with the Buddhist family.
“Well, nice to meet you, Sawyer Sassy,” she said, playing on his words. He laughed and puffed smoke out of his mouth.
“Nice one, Curly. But the name’s just Sawyer,” he said. Deirdre threw him a sarcastic glance as if to say “I know, idiot.” Yes, they were getting along just fine. Just fine indeed.
“Where’re you from?” Sawyer asked. Good, he was warming up to her. Or at least, as warm as his type could get. And she knew his type. The kind that found pretty ladies and charmed them into a good romp, and the next day, they wake up alone and without a phone number. Yeah. He was a User.
“All over…literally,” Deirdre said, playing his game. All over…

An eight-year-old Sidra walked through the halls of her parents’ Victorian house. Anastasia and James Carpenter were supposed to be upstairs by now, tucking her into bed. But they were nowhere to be seen. Where were they? Sidra poked her head through door after door, but she couldn’t find her parents anywhere.
“Mommy? Daddy?” Sidra called as she wandered the halls. Normally, she didn’t like to walk around at night. The shadows and noises scared her. But she needed to find her parents. What if the monster came back and her daddy wasn’t there to protect her? Sidra continued to call for her parents as she neared the back of the house.
“Maybe I can help you find them,” a voice said from behind her. Sidra turned around and screamed as she was picked up and carried into the house’s panic room. The man dropped her on the floor once the door was closed, and she saw her parents sitting in the corner.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Sidra cried, crawling over to them. She was still scared, but she felt better knowing that her parents were there. Her daddy would definitely protect her now. Sidra’s mother cried, and hugged her daughter to her chest. There were other men in the room, dressed all in black. They had big guns in their hands and looked mad. This was really, really bad.
Before Sidra could say or do anything, the first man had pulled her mommy up and had his gun pointed at her. Sidra cried and reached put to her mommy, but her daddy pulled her back. He looked scared too. The man slid his hand up her mommy’s shirt and smiled at her daddy.
“You didn’t pay off, Carpenter. Now this is what happens,” the man said. He brought up his gun and shot Sidra’s mommy twice in the chest. Sidra screamed and tried to run to her mommy, but her daddy held her back. Her mommy’s shirt turned red, and her eyes just kept staring at the ceiling. That wasn’t how her mommy slept.
Sidra crawled back to her daddy for security, but the man grabbed her arm and pulled her up to him. She screamed and quivered with fear, looking at what he’d done to her mommy. Would the same thing happen to her?
“Daddy! Daddy, help!” Sidra screamed, trying to wriggle away from the man, but he was too strong. He kept her stuck by his side with his gun pointed at her head.
“Don’t fight him, Sidra,” her daddy said. He was shaking, too, and he was all wet from sweat. He kept looking down at her mommy, then back to Sidra.
“That’s right, little girl. Don’t fight me. Your daddy’s a bad man who doesn’t do what he says. He has to get punished,” the man said. Sidra looked up at him, wondering if he was going to punish her too.
“Say goodbye to your daughter, Carpenter,” the man said. He brought the gun up but turned and shot her daddy in the head instead. Sidra screamed, and started kicking and hitting the man. He finally let her go and left, locking her in her own panic room.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Sidra cried, crawling to them. Sidra put her head on her mommy’s chest. It was cold and wasn’t moving. She couldn’t hear her mommy’s heart thumping, either. Sidra did the same to her daddy, but he didn’t do anything. He hadn’t protected her. He hadn’t even tried. She was alone now. Truly alone. Her mommy and daddy weren’t there anymore. Weren’t there to hold her or help her or tuck her in at night. They were gone. Gone.
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Hope you liked it! Please reply and tell me what you think of Sidra/Deirdre! :)

[Pie]

OMG!!! OMG!!! I love it! "Sawyer Sassy", haha! I will not let him live this down! *runs off to call Sawyer "Sassy"*

[October Sky]

Great start, and I'd like to thank you for giving me an idea on a Kate flashback for me..I'm not copying, promise. But I think I finally know how I'm going to have her kill her father..(sound evil, don't I?)

[Nikiwi]

Riight *eyes October suspiciously* Will I be obligated to go to the police with this? o_O I'm not copying! That's okay! Immitation is the bestest for of flattery...I think.
Thanks for replying! LOVE this sig, Magong! Ahem, Pie. I'm gonna wait for at least 2 more replies before I post the next chapter! Luv ya!

[October Sky]

I'm going to have this break in scene where this guy breaks into young Kate's house- her dad's tackling the guy, but loosing. He knocks the gun out of the guy's hand, and it slides across the floor to Kate. He rolls the guy over, telling Kate to pull the trigger after all those good, angsty dramatic pauses, Kate does, but the guy rolls over at the last minute, letting her father take the bullet..

That's not too much like yours, is it?

[Nikiwi]

Oh, no! Is that at all like mine? Thanks for copying - not a bad thing to me. Well, most of the time. That'd be a good idea! What's your story? Shipper or general?
Oh, by the way...I've gotten a few replies by PM and then there's the ones here, so that adds up to 4. So, I'm gonna post the next chapter by tomorrow at the latest. I'm almost done with it anyway, so...does everyone like - well I mean like my writing of - Deirdre? You really don't even have to like her cause she's supposed to be a teenaged B****, ahem, I mean, brat. Heh. I hope my pastors don't read this!

[October Sky]

Wait..was that sarcasim or..ah! Don't confuse me like that! You're not offended are you..wow..I just really gave myself a headache. My fic is part of a series called 'Fated' at fanfiction.net. I think the link it www.fanfiction.net/~octobersky. If it's not, then just search under the pen name October Sky. The series starts with "Whatever the Case May Be" and goes up. It's revolved around spoilers, pics, and theories. I do have a pick that's in the general boards here and also at FF.net called 'The Snickers Bar' based around an old WTCMB promo pic..that never even showed up in the ep!

[Nikiwi]

Haha! I wasn't being sarcastic! As I said before "Imitation is the best form of flattery" unless you take all the credit! >:( Sorry about the headache! I'll definitely read up on your fic! Sounds really good. I'll post again soon. :)

[Nikiwi]

Well, I've gotten my limit of replies, and I thought you should all hear the backstory of Deirdre/ Sidra Willow Carpenter. Just a spoiler:
Look at her middle name. It has GREAT implications as to what will happen further on in the story.
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Deirdre walked through the jungle. She’d never really been out here before except to find a place to pee. And in the first couple of weeks when she’d wanted to explore. But the jungle had gotten old. It was just a bunch of trees and dirt. Not that the beach was any different. It was just a bunch of sand and water. What a boring trip this had turned out to be.
But today, Deirdre wasn’t just aimlessly wandering. No, she was looking for something. Someone, actually. She wanted to find that bald dude that Boone came out here with. They had to be around here somewhere. She’d been following their footprints for a while now, but she’d lost their trail a few minutes ago when they went by a patch of trees.
Deirdre rolled her eyes as she realized what was going on. That creepy guy was testing her, seeing if she could find him. She knew what they’d done. They’d backtracked, and now they were following her. How brilliant.
Deirdre casually walked behind a tree, pretending she was still looking for them. As soon as she was pretty much out of sight, she stealthily climbed the tree so she was directly above the path. It was a trick she’d learned while she was living with that one family who went camping every weekend. Deirdre held back from laughing as Boone and the old guy walked right under her, following her footprints. As soon as the two had gone past her branch, she rolled herself off the branch and landed on her feet. Just like a cat.
“Would’ve been a great plan if you hadn’t tried it on me,” she said once she was upright. Boone whirled around, completely shocked that she’d discovered them. The other guy just slowly turned back, not surprised in the slightest.
“Nice trick, Sidra,” he said. She caught her breath until she realized that he must have seen the flight manifest.
“It’s Deirdre, by the way,” she said, regaining her composure. She kept her eyes on the old guy. He was old, but he was shifty. Always casting that all-knowing glance in everyone’s directions.
“’Course it is,” he said. There it was. That glint in his eye that said he knew more than he was letting on.
“I want to help you with…whatever you’ve been doing out here,” Deirdre said. She’d decided this after she’d seen them come out here. She really had nothing else to do except rub off on Sassy and sit on her butt all day. She was not going to come out of this deserted island thing actually gaining weight.
“You want to help us? You didn’t even want to help me carry the bulkhead this morning,” Boone said, aggravated.
“Yeah, well, things change, Robin,” Deirdre said, referring to how he always followed Batman, here, around like his sidekick.
“It’s alright, Boone. I think we could use some good help. This girl was able to beat us at our own game,” Batman said.
“Locke-” Boone started, but stopped at the look from his master. So, Locke was his name.
“Well, Locke,” she said, emphasizing his name, “are you in or out?”
“That depends. Are you in?” he asked. What the heck was he talking about? This dude had some bad mojo going on.
“Of course I’m in. I found you, didn’t I?” she said, getting irritated with this guy’s riddles.
“You certainly did. Feel free to come with us,” Locke said, walking away. Boone cast a dirty look in her direction and walked off after his idol.
“Like I haven’t seen that before,” Deirdre muttered to herself as she slowly followed them. She didn’t want to appear overzealous, though she’d probably accomplished that when she’d spent an hour tracking them down in the jungle. Oh, what the heck, she thought to herself, this could be fun. If anything, it’ll keep me active.

A ten year old Sidra sat on the curb outside of her newest residence in New York. It was dark out, and it looked like it was about to rain. She’d moved here five months ago after her adoptive parents had been arrested for selling drugs. It was a “nice” neighborhood, as her social worker had said.
Brenda, as she called herself now, didn’t really care that the neighborhood was nice. She just cared that she got a chance to eat something. She didn’t really give a care if these people liked her. Oh, they were nice people, but she just didn’t like them.
At first, she’d tried to do well. Maybe if I’m good enough, they’ll like me, and they’ll want to keep me. All she had really wanted then was for someone to want her. Someone to love her. But she was just a way for them to get money. They’d made sure that any of the estate she’d inherited when her parents were killed – murdered – went into their bank accounts. So much for being loved.
Now, Brenda just wanted to get away. Wanted to be free of this stupid system. She wanted to be on her own. To be strong and independent. To find the person who’d murdered her parents and taken away her life.
So, here she was on the street outside of her “home,” waiting for the bus that stopped there every night at nine. She had enough money. Well, she’d stolen it from her foster parents’ sock drawer. But it was rightfully hers, anyway. She’d inherited it, and they’d “hidden it for safekeeping.”
“Brenda!” an angry voice shouted across the lawn. Brenda looked down the street, hoping the bus would be turning the corner soon. It didn’t.
“Brenda, you answer me this instant! Don’t you ignore me!” her foster mom shouted as she closed the distance between them. Brenda turned around bravely to face the epitome of anger.
“Get in the house right now!” Brenda’s foster mom yelled. Brenda got up to go inside, but she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“And just what is this? Knowing you I wouldn’t be surprised if it was-” she stopped as she looked inside the bag and saw a few changes of clothes, a diary, and all of Brenda’s inheritance money. “That’s it, you little thief. You’re leaving first thing in the morning.” And just like that, Brenda was shipped off to another house.

Brenda arrived at her new family’s house in Kansas within a week. It was a nice, country house complete with a corn field and barn. Did they seriously have horses? Wow. Way out in the booneys for her. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
“Oh, Sidra! It’s so good to have you here!” an overweight woman wearing faded jeans and an out-of-date t-shirt said, engulfing her in a big hug.
“I liked to be called Brit,” she said. She’d chosen that name during the plane ride. She’d heard that it meant “strong.” She’d always wanted to be strong. Brit wanted to be nice to this woman. Warm up to her and her new family, but she just couldn’t. She didn’t want it to end up like last time. Or the time before that. She’d wanted to be a member of the family, but they’d shunned her. Or it could wind up like the time before that. She’d loved her parents, and they’d loved her more than anything else in the world. But they were dead.
“Brit? Oh, well, that’s a beautiful name. Why don’t you come inside? We’ve got your room all ready. We’re all very excited,” the woman said. Brit smiled. Maybe Kansas wouldn’t be so bad after all.
The Henderson family, as they were called, consisted of the parents, Norma and John, and their children, Billy, Weston, Charlene, Emily, and Ben, three of which were adopted. They had a wonderful house with a room for each child and a cellar connecting to the kitchen. And yes, they did have horses in their barn! This was the best place she’d ever stayed in, aside from her parents’ house.
Then, six months later, disaster struck. Kansas, being a proud member of Tornado Alley, had frequent tornadoes every few months. Sometimes every few weeks or days. Brit had gotten through her first couple of tornadoes just fine. Go down into the cellar and wait it out. But it was that last tornado that did the most damage.
It swept through like any other twister until it decided it actually wanted to do some damage. It collided with the Henderson barn, tore up every single ear of corn, and even sliced off a part of their house. Yes, it was a true tragedy. One that not even Norma Henderson herself could fully recover from.
“Darling, Brit. You know how much money we lost in the twister, right?” Norma asked Brit one day. Brit nodded, wondering what that had to do with her. Did she have to give up her allowance? Because she would if she had to.
“Well, we just can’t afford to house all of our foster children anymore. And, I’m sorry, but there’s a wonderful family in Maine that’s been looking for a wonderful girl just like you.
“And we know they’ll be good to you, and they have lots of money to help you out with. I’m sorry, Brit, but we have to let you go,” Norma finished. Brit just stared at her foster mother. Was this really happening? Not again! She’d been so happy with them. Why did she always get everything taken away from her?
Brit and everyone else in the Henderson family cried as a social services worker lead her out the door and to a shiny black car. On to a new family. A new state. A new home. A new life.
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Alrighty then! That's Chapter 2! I'm not posting another chapter until I get 4 replies! Tell me what ya think of her!

[Pie]

Woot! Great Job, Nicole!

[Nikiwi]

Okay, people!!! (Ahem, October, Pie, and lost4life, this excludes you :) ) PLEASE, if you're going to read this, give me something! I've gotten 98 views on this, and only 3 people have told me what they think! (October & Pie above. lost in PM.) Please, if you're going to read this, just say something! Thanks you. *blushes and steps of soapbox*

[Marystat]

I'm lovin this...Sawyer, Sassy.roflmao..keep going!!!! :D

[Nini]

I like it! You´re a great writer Nikiwi! Keep going!:D

[Nikiwi]

I just wanted to tell everyone that I won't be posting anymore of the story today cause I'll be at a friend's house. It'll be up by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Sorry! Thanks for reading and replying!

[lost4life]

fine, but you MUST write tommorrow, or you will suffer the consquences...*evil scientist laugh* Anyway, great story!!=) *skips off*

[Nikiwi]

Yokey Dokey! Change of plans...I home! So, there should be more soon! *joyful shout* Just bear with me, I have to write it. Oh, and about the spoiler above Chapter 2.
If you looked for Deirdre/Sidra's middle name in a baby name book, you probably won't find what you're looking for. Type "baby names" in the Google search box. That should give you a more accurate answer because, no, Deirdre is not a little tree.

[October Sky]

Interesting..loved the batman referance..lol!

[Nikiwi]

Heya everybody! Finished chapter 3...finally! lol It's below. There's gonna be a relationship - NOT shipper, mind you - between Deirdre and somebody. You'll see it start below. Uhm, read, enjoy, reply! :) :) :) :)
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Deirdre sat on the beach again. She’d just gotten back from her little escapade with Batman and Robin. It had been much more boring than she’d expected. They’d walked around for a little while, followed a boar trail which had lead them straight into a little pool that had already been discovered, and finally ended up picking some fruit. A big waste of time. She didn’t think she’d go again.
And now, she was back on the beach. No matter what she did, she always ended up on the beach! Was there something wrong with her? No. There was something wrong with everyone else. That’s it. They’re all crazy from exhaustion. They should be, wandering around in the jungle all day for nothing. But she was perfectly sane. That’s because she’d preserved her energy.
Heck, who was she kidding? She was a lazy trouble-maker, and they were all the supporters of the camp. She was no good to them. She just took up her spot of the beach and ate her portion of the food. Why didn’t she just starve herself and save them the fruit?
“Hey,” a voice said from behind her. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. People just liked to torment her with their company.
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” the voice pried. Deirdre rolled her eyes and nonchalantly looked at the figure looming above her. It was Robin.
“What a wonderful surprise,” she said as she turned back around. She didn’t need to show any respect to him. Well, she didn’t need to show respect to anyone, but she might want to give some of the others their pep talks. Like Sassy, over there. One of these days, he might actually toss a cig her way.
“Why did you come with us today?” he asked, more hostile than need be. Deirdre snorted to herself. She was one to talk.
“Needed the exercise,” Deirdre said, still not looking at him.
“You ‘needed the exercise’?” Robin asked, apparently surprised.
“Are you a parrot? Okay. Let’s try something else. I’m an idiot,” she said, glancing back at him as she threw the phrase.
“Fine. I shouldn’t have bothered,” Robin said, walking away. Fine by me, Deirdre thought. She really didn’t care if he stayed or went. As long as he didn’t bother her.
“You like to get on peoples’ nerves, don’t you?” Robin asked. Deirdre groaned and slammed her head on her knees before getting up.
“Why are you still here? Huh? Don’t you realize that I don’t want to talk to you?” Deirdre snapped, getting angry at this guy’s persistence.
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t insisted on coming earlier, I wouldn’t have to talk to you,” Robin said, behaving more like a child than she ever had.
“’Have’ to talk to me? I’m not making you do anything, you know. I’d be just as happy to be alone right now,” Deirdre said, showing an unusual amount of emotion. Well, this guy ticked her off.
“Exactly. You don’t help with the camp. You just sit here by yourself all the time. The least you could do is to help keep the fires going,” Robin said. Deirdre blinked a few times. Had he just called her lazy? It was fine for her to insult herself, but when someone else did – Deirdre brought back her arm for a mouth-blow that would be so hard, his dentist would feel it.
“Hey now! Let’s not get violent here,” Sassy said, swaggering up to them. Deirdre dropped her arm and relaxed her stance. She’d seen him beat the pulp out of Robin once, and she knew he’d do it again if need be. Heck, he’d do it again for the fun of it.
“It’s her fault,” Robin said. Deirdre rolled her eyes and snorted.
“What are you, five? You’re the one who came to me, remember?” she said, marveling how childish this dude could be while still looking so good.
“Fine. I did. And now I’m leaving,” Robin said, turning tail and stomping away to his master, Batman.
“Now, what could get you in it so bad with him?” Sassy asked, sidling up to her with his arms crossed smugly across his chest.
“He’s an idiot. I don’t do too well with idiots,” Deirdre said, taking up the same stance.
“That makes two of us. He’s a prissy son of a -”
“Is there any reason you’re hanging around here?” Deirdre asked, cutting him off. He looked at her, almost annoyed that he’d been interrupted.
“What, you don’t like my company? Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” Sassy asked. Deirdre stopped fuming and stared at him. Parents.
“Which parents?” she asked, getting angry. This time, it wasn’t out of annoyance. It was out of grief.
“Which parents? I mean the people that raised you,” Sassy said, chuckling at her question.
“You have to be more specific. Do you mean my real parents, my adoptive parents, or my eight sets of foster parents?” Deirdre asked, tears welling up in her eyes. She easily blinked them away. It was a thing she’d gotten good at over the years.
Sassy looked at her for a moment, wondering if she was serious. Deirdre stared him down, her face growing hot and red. After a while, his face softened, and a look of – what was it – sadness, maybe, came into his eyes. Great. Another person to be pitied by.
“Look. I don’t need your pity or sympathy. I’ve gotten along fine over the years without either,” Deirdre said, roughly slamming his shoulder as she walked past.
“When?” Sassy asked. “When did it happen?” Deirdre stopped in her tracks and just looked ahead, remembering. In the panic room. An Asian guy. Shot her mom. Then her dad.
“When I was eight. We got thrown into our panic room. He shot my mom in the chest. Then my dad in the head. I got their blood on my dress,” she said, remembering the way her parents’ blood had leaked all over her white nightgown.
There was a moment of silence from behind. Deirdre turned around, expecting to see those eyes filling with pity for the poor little orphan girl. But she didn’t. There wasn’t any pity. Just understanding. He knew what it was like.
“What happened to your parents?” she asked. She could tell by the look on his face that he’d been where she was. Experienced the pain of watching your family die.

Sidra walked down the street to her house in downtown Cleveland. It was night, and the houses were run-down and littered with toys from young children. Huge potholes covered the street, and neighborhood cats darted in and out of sight.
A street lamp flickered above her head, and Sidra looked down at her feet. They were wearing black tennis shoes that matched the rest of her outfit. She’d taken to wearing black lately. She’d even managed to dye her hair black with blue tips. Yup. She was a Goth.
She wasn’t trying to be different or individual. She was just extremely fascinated with death lately. When she’d turned twelve, she’d actually begun to realize that she’d be skipping around from house to house until she was too old for the system. All because her parents were dead.
She’d also taken on the name Kelsey. Most girls thought it sounded pretty, but that wasn’t what she’d had in mind. Kelsey meant “warrior.” A thing she’d always thought of herself as. She fought every day not to give in to the temptation to just end it all in the bathtub while spending some quality time with a razor.
Kelsey looked up as she reached her house. A run-down, yellow bungalow, it was one of the smaller houses on the street. There were still jackolantern lights strung above the porch from last Halloween, and event that she had not attended. A couple of cats peered out the window at her, and she could see shadows moving around inside. There was an unfamiliar woman in a suit and skirt. This wasn’t good.
“What’s going on?” Kelsey asked as she came in the door. Her foster parents and the woman looked around at her.
“I’ve decided that this isn’t a safe environment for you or your siblings,” the woman said coldly. Kelsey’s two foster brothers and one foster sister were sitting on the beaten-up, dirty couch, looking at her sadly.
“There’s far too much clutter. There are fruit flies everywhere. And the place is overrun with old food and bacteria,” the woman said. “Also, this family has been reported to us many times before. We’ve decided that you children aren’t safe here.”
Kelsey didn’t say anything. She knew the drill. She’d been living here for three months, and already she was leaving. Hmm. So much for her new friends at school.
Kelsey helped get her siblings packed and into the sedan waiting for them. They cried and tried to jump out of the car. She just sat there solemnly. She’d been through this so many times before, she knew it was no use. She’d begun to learn not to get attached to her families. They never lasted. She never got to stay.

“Get in the apartment, Sidra,” her new foster mother snapped at her once the social services lady had driven off. She was now living in San Diego. What a wonderful place.
“You can call me Leigh,” she said. As always, she’d picked the name on her way over here. It meant “weary.” And she was weary. Weary of moving.
“Well, Leigh, get in the apartment before I knock you in there,” the woman said. Leigh obediently walked up to the apartment door and went in. This should be fun.
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Alas! I'll be in Florida from Wednesday to Wednesday! So, there won't be too much more. I'll TRY to get in some more in the next couple of days, but pre-trip preparations aka mad shopping sprees! I might be able to use my grandpa's compy, but we'll see. Tell me whatcha think! :)

[lost4life]

great chapter!!boone went back to his master. i like loone, does anyone else?youd better use that computer missy or ill send my minions from lost and the allmighty sporks after you!!write more , pretty please?? *angelic face* :D :rolleyes: ;)

[Anahana]

I'm really enjoying your story. Love Sidra/Deirdre! She's a very well thought out and complex character. The long moves each time she goes to a new foster home does require a fair amount of suspension of disbelief (most of this stuff is handled by the states and they don't usually ship the kids out of state, at least not around here.)But that's ok, it isn't any harder to accept than the back story for my character, Cassie! :D (a psychic with special powers who went to Australia to visit friends and planned on going on to New Zealand to visit the sites of the location shoots for.....XENA???? Yeah, right!!! :rolleyes: ) Seriously, I really am enjoying this and look forward to seeing more!

[October Sky]

I'm lovin' this! Really! The only thing I would suggest is not to overuse your nicknames, though they're good. It gets confussing after a while. Other than that, can't wait for more!

[Nikiwi]

Yay! Replies!
lost4life: Okay! Okay! I'll sneak into my grandpa's den while he's not around! lol Just keep the sporks away!!!!
Anahana: Thanks for replying! Yeah. It goes outside the realm of reality a little bit, but this is the show for unrealistic! lol
October: Thanks! K. Not so much nicknames! I'll just take that as constructive criticism! Haha!
Well, you might not get more today. We gotta go shopping, and then I have to do Treca - homeschooling - so I don't get marked absent for this week! I really don't care anymore, but my mom'll cut me off of the message boards if I don't so...parents!

[Marystat]

I think I allready sensed the relationship early on..and I am diggin it big time :).

[Nikiwi]

Why thank you! *southern accent*Just don't get any shipper idea, K?

[Anahana]

Yay! Replies!
Anahana: Thanks for replying! Yeah. It goes outside the realm of reality a little bit, but this is the show for unrealistic! lol


Well, you might not get more today. We gotta go shopping, and then I have to do Treca - homeschooling - so I don't get marked absent for this week! I really don't care anymore, but my mom'll cut me off of the message boards if I don't so...parents!

Too true! Which is a good thing! Much more fun than having to stay completely believable! Fantasy is fun!
Nope, can't have you getting marked absent and cut off the message boards! We'd never get our next "Lost Girl" fix! :lotsalove

[Nikiwi]

Yay! We made it to 4 replies! Woohoo! Okay. So, here's CHapter 4. There's really not all that much to say about it. Just, thanks for your comments from before and keep commenting! Remember...no more until we get at least 4 replies! lol :) Enjoy!
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Deirdre was closer to camp than usual. In fact, she was almost too close for comfort. All of these people milling around, keeping the fire going even though it was broad daylight. Did they really think that signal fire was going to attract anyone? It had been over a month, and no one had even passed close to their air space. No one would come.
But today, she was here, sitting on a log a fair distance away from the fire, which had been dubbed “Town Central.” She was sitting at the opening to Sawyer’s tent, making sure he was asleep.
After the performance at the beach, he’d simply walked off. She’d thought that was just rude. She’d told him about her life story, and one little question sends him running. Though, she couldn’t make judgments like that. She’d had her fair share of ill-manners.
Deirdre got up and quietly walked into Sawyer’s tent. Most people would think this qualified as stalker material, but she was just going for a raid. She knew he kept his cigarettes in the duffel bag near his head. All she needed to do was grab one. She crawled past him and went for the bag, but he flipped around and grabbed her hand. He’d been awake?
“What do you think you’re doin’, Curly?” he asked in a dangerous tone. She looked at him for a moment then spoke.
“Taking a cigarette,” she said bluntly, wrenching her arm out of his grip. He looked at her in sarcastic disbelief.
“You want one of my lights?” he asked. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Yeah, Sassy, I want a light. It’s not a crime,” she said. Not that there were any laws or police on this island. Except for Sheriff Jack, that is.
“You’re too young,” Sawyer said, sitting back and relaxing on his blanket.
“That’s bull. You probably started when you were my age,” Deirdre said, crossing her arms over her chest and settling herself down. He looked up as if to say “Why aren’t you gone?”
“When I was your age-”
“You were probably just like me. That’s why you don’t hate me,” she said, finally getting his full attention.
“And how do you know I don’t hate you, Curly?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement.
“You’re not sending me away.” Sassy looked at her, and she stared him down. He knew she was right.
“Fair enough,” he said, finally breaking the staring contest. Deirdre grinned with victory.
“So, can I have a light or not?” she asked stubbornly. He just looked at her sarcastically and shook his head. Once he was looking away, Deirdre quickly grabbed a cig from his pack and lit it with her lighter – which she had just barely saved in the crash. She had it in her mouth and was breathing in smoke before he could blink.
“Slick one, Curly,” he said, looking at her in amusement and annoyance. She puffed out smoke at him triumphantly. Sawyer watched her smoke for a little while, seeming to be contemplating something. Finally, he spoke, much more serious than before.
“You asked me what happened about my parents,” he said solemnly. He continued at her curious glance. “My mother cheated on my dad. He found out, shot her, and shot himself. I was hiding under the bed.”
Deirdre watched him a moment, knowing he was telling the truth. That’s why he’d been so closed off. That’s why he seemed to understand when he found out about her parents. She opened her mouth, but stopped herself just short of saying “I’m sorry.” That was the worst thing anyone could say. It was so cliché.
“I guess we both have our sob stories, then,” she said, taking another mouthful of smoke from her cigarette. “We’re not as different as we thought.”
“No. We’re the same, you and me,” he said with that southern smirk that made her angry, aggravated, and comforted all in one.
“So it would seem.”

Sidra quietly peered into the front door of her duplex in New Hampshire. She’d sneaked out earlier to drop by the local club. Yes, she was only thirteen, but any bouncer would gladly keep their mouths shut in return for a pocket stuffed full of money. They were so easy to get past. And she did look much older than she was.
But now, it was just nearing midnight, and she was only mildly tipsy. If she could just get into her room, she could pass out until the hangover was gone. But her foster parents had ears like bats. They could hear the door creak open from next door.
“Where have you been, Miriam?” her foster dad asked. Miriam was the name she’d chosen five months ago when she’d moved here. It meant “rebellious.” It suited her perfectly. Especially now.
“Out,” Miriam said, hoping she didn’t look as disoriented as she felt.
“’Out’? You think this is some sort of joke?” Her dad asked angrily. He always got angry quickly. Mostly because he drank three times as much as she did and could hold it half as well.
“It is pretty funny, if you think about it,” she said. Gosh, she must sound like such an idiot.
“This isn’t funny at all! If we have to keep lying to the social worker-”
“I never said you had to lie, Bruce,” she said. He growled. He never liked her to call him by his first name.
“I am your father, girl! You will show me more respect!” he shouted, slurring his words.
“You’re not my father! My father is dead!” Miriam screamed at him. His eyes lit up, and he slammed her back to the wall.
“How dare you say that to me!” he roared, smacking her across the face. Miriam put her hands up to shield herself from the blows that just kept coming. Her lip started to bleed, and a bruise was forming on her cheek. But Bruce didn’t care. He just kept hitting her, over and over and over again.

The next day, a social worker came by. Apparently, the woman living in the other side of the house had heard what was going on and called them. The social worker had taken one look at Miriam’s face and made her decision. She was to be moved, again. What a wonderful world.
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I MIGHT be able to post something tomorrow, but we'll see. It'll be the day before our vacation, so it'll be busy. I'll see if I can use my grandpa's comp once we're in Florida, but if I can't I won't be on for a week...I'll try! lost4life, Keep the sporks away, please! <:( Luv ya!

[lost4life]

i will keep the sporks from you nicole, if you promise to try to write more chapters.haha! great story, keep it coming. i love the scene with sawyer. Have a fun vacation, hopefully a spork-free trip! love you too=) :D

[Nikiwi]

Aww!!! Thanks! I MIGHT be able to squeeze in another chapter tomorrow. I promise I'll at least write more while I'm in Florida! You'll definitely have more in April - we get back on the 31st.

[October Sky]

Aww..I liked the Deidre/Sawyer scene, and I love how she used to choose her fake names. Very creative!

[Anahana]

This story just keeps getting better! Yup, I love the interaction between Sawyer and Deidre too... but then I'm a Sawyer fan. :rotflol: Have fun on vacation and write lots more of the story. (please... :flowers2: )

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks! I thought he needed a friend. Besides, they do relate. lol One more reply, and I'll TRY to post more today. If not, it might be a week. But feel free to keep posting here! lol :) ;)

[Nikiwi]

Okay! I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to post more tonight! *sobs* unless I get a 4th reply before I go to bed! *winks* I'll be on the plane by 11:30 AM and in Florida by 6:00 PM tomorrow, so I don't know...I really hope I can use Grandpa Bob's compy. Yes, I call him Grandpa Bob. You got a problem with that? just kidding! lol See you in a week!

[Marystat]

No shipper idea? Who said I got shipper ideas?? LOL *blink* hehe...

No seriously I meant I could see SOMETHING in that chapter where you said a relationship was beginning and being friends IS a releationship. I like their interaction and yep she is a female version of Sawyer :). You got the tragic background on her well down..I gotta ask, it isn't from some personal experience I hope?? Plz tell me it isnt??! It is well written so I couldn't help but wondering... if it isn't (wich I really hope it is just your well developed imagination!) it sure is well done!

[Nikiwi]

Heh. Got a hold of my grandpa's compy!!!!! HAHA!!! But I won't post any story until at least tomorrow, maybe Friday. Sorry! And, Mary, nope. Not a personal experience. I've lived happily with two married parents and one older sister all my thirteen years! :) Thanks! *kisses kisses* I missed this sooooooo much! *goes into Lost forum withdrawl* heh

[Nikiwi]

Yay! Well, I have four replies, and I have it all written and typed up, so I'm posting chapter five!!! This is the last flashback chapter. I wanted to post it while I was in Florida, but I couldn't get on my grandpa's compy for more than two minutes! :( Oh, well. It's here now. I have several more chapters written, so, all I need is four more posts! :) Luv y'all!
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Deirdre dropped the log she was carrying onto her growing pile. It sat expectantly by a fire with a growing amount of people around it. Apparently, everyone liked the idea of having a town gathering around this spot. Once Kate had come to talk to Sawyer, Jack, Sayid, Locke, Charlie, and Claire had come as well. They were like sheep, following whoever happened to be their leader at the moment.
She wished they’d leave. Only bad things happened to them, and she really didn’t want to associate herself with them. But, after her spectacular performance with Locke and Boone, they’d accepted her as one of their own. Oh, joy. Deirdre wasn’t really sure she wanted to be one of them. After what happened to Claire with her baby, and then Sayid getting knocked out in the jungle…not to mention all the strange things about this island, including the polar bears, island monster, and the “others” everyone was talking about…this wasn’t the safest club to join. But, apparently, they seemed to like her.
So now, she was stuck here with these people who sat around all day and worried about dying. For all the good they were doing, they might be wearing signs saying “Come kill us!” No matter what they did, something – or someone – always seemed to get through. It was an embarrassment and a huge risk to stick around them, but it was good to have allies. Especially when so many things are gunning for your…gory demise.
“And just what is all this wood gonna do?” Sawyer asked from his spot on the sand. She didn’t really know why he was here. She hadn’t asked him to come. He just liked to watch her these days. He never said it, but she could tell he was making sure she was okay. He didn’t want her to get hurt.
“It fuels the fire,” she said as if she was talking to a child. He rolled his eyes.
“I know that, Curley. Why are you building a fire for all these people?” he asked, gesturing around to the crowd.
“I’m not building it for them. They’re just…flocking,” Deirdre said, looking around.
“If you build it, they will come,” Sawyer said, quoting an old movie line. It had been so long since any of them had even seen a movie, she almost forgot where it was from.
“Right. But this isn’t a baseball field,” Deirdre said. Sawyer nodded.
“So, what’re we going to discuss at this town meeting of ours?” Sawyer asked, still sitting lazily on the sand.
“How should I know?”
“You’re the one who started it,” Sawyer said.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself. Won’t you, Sassy?” Deirdre asked, not bothering to get his attention as Jack began to talk.
Jack started saying that the food they had at camp was running out. The trees immediately around the beach and caves had been picked clean. If they didn’t find other food fast, they’d starve. Locke mentioned seeing several fruit trees a little farther into the forest, but he’d need at least two other people to help him pick. Boone offered to go, but he was stationed at guard duty with Jack, Sayid, and Hurley. Michael, Jin, and Walt were busy building the raft. Claire obviously wasn’t going out into the jungle any time soon. Shannon was still trying to make sense of the French woman’s maps. And Jin wouldn’t permit Sun to stray from the camp. Kate was busy keeping the fire going, and Charlie was looking after Claire. That left Deirdre and Sawyer.
“I still don’t understand why we have to go,” Sawyer said like a little kid. Deirdre rolled her eyes.
“Because, Sassy, we need more food.”
“I don’t care about the others. Why am I collecting food for them?” Sawyer asked grumpily.
“Because you’re on this beach, and we can’t have you starving, too,” Deirdre said, patting Sawyer’s shoulder.
“Well, I can find my own food. I don’t want to be their servant.”
“Look, I don’t like this any more than you do, but we have to go out there and pick fruit. And you are coming out there, too, so just shut up,” Deirdre said and briskly turned to walk back to her tent.

A fourteen-year-old Sidra stealthily moved through a field near Sydney. She’d been transferred to a new family in South Florida about seven months ago when she’d changed her name to Zillah. But, as always, she’d been too much for them to handle. Instead of shipping her off to another family, her foster parents sent her to the closest thing they had to boot camp – Grandma Blaze. She’d straightened all of the rowdy kids out within a couple of months. She was “better than boot camp.” For most people. Zillah had stayed there for two weeks and broken out of her cold, attic bedroom. Now, she was wandering through the fields, looking for a place to stay.
Her baggy khakis and green t-shirt only made a small swish as she quickly walked through the tall grass. The black dye she’d been forced to stop putting in had faded into a warm chestnut brown. Her natural color. The straightening procedure she’d had done had come out, leaving her hair in large, spiraling curls. She looked like a normal girl now. A thing she’d never wanted.
She hardly looked like her normal punk self anymore, but she was just as fiery as ever. She had managed to break out of Grandma Blaze’s house, after all. And, now, in the country of Australia, she would make a new life. A life away from social workers and foster families. Away from crying children and angry fathers. And far, far away from crotchety old women who thought of nothing besides straightening up troubled youth.
There was a sports bar up ahead. Perfect. If she’d been able to keep up her appearance, she might’ve been able to get through, but, now, she looked a maximum of seventeen. No way was she getting in there. But she could still get something out of the men staggering out the door, dead drunk.
One man in an expensive sports jacket and spill resistant pants came wandering out. Those pants were doing him some good with all the beer he was spilling on them. He wandered a few feet, looking as dignified as he possibly could until he fell face-down in the alley. Jackpot.
Zillah quietly sneaked up to him, making sure he was out cold. He was – duh. She went through his pants pockets and found some major cash in there. What was he doing with this much money in a bar? Maybe he’d just made a side-trip on his way to the airport, she thought, pulling out some flight information. There was a flight the next morning from Sydney to L.A. This dude, whoever he was, had been carrying enough money on his person for a first class ticket. Idiot. But, hey, finders keepers…

Zillah sat at the gate, watching a man in a blue suit trying to check in and put a coffin on board. There was another woman behind him, crying and looking at the clock for some reason. Weird people. Oh, well. It wasn’t like she would be stuck with them for more than today. She looked at her watch. 11:15. Just a little while longer.
When the boarding call came over the speakers, Zillah grabbed her ticket and bag and went to the door. The woman who was taking the tickets looked at hers, ripped it in half, and smiled.
“Thanks. Have a nice flight, and enjoy your stay with Oceanic,” she said as Zillah walked down the hallway that lead to the plane. She boarded the plane and sat down, only casually securing her seatbelt. Seriously, what was going to happen?
She looked down at her watch as it clicked to 11:33. The exact minute she was born. Yay! She was fifteen. Fourteen terrible years down. A few decades more to go. A jumpy punk dude sat down behind her. There was an older guy just a few seats across, and the business man with the coffin. She sighed and looked down at her menu.
“Happy birthday me.”
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Was that okay? Tell me whatcha think! 4 replies before chapter 6 comes up, please! :) Thanks all! *kisses kisses*

[dreamer]

love tha tchapter and i am sooo loving the sawyer and sida ness. write more soon.

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks! I haven't seen you around. New? Well, anywhoo, thanks for posting!! :)

[dreamer]

not new just an inactive user, have been here for almost a year, i just haven't posted.

[Nikiwi]

Oh. Well, I'm glad you posted here! Thanks! Really encouraging to have new people. :)

[Anahana]

And here's a comment from an old...er person! I am still just loving this story! I love the interaction between Deirdre and Sawyer... he's so cute when he's protective! :rolleyes: It really is a wonderful interaction! The flashback was very interesting... hmmm, wonder who the drunk was...
(just kidding... ;) ) Yes, this is another very good chapter!!! Keep 'em coming! (glad you were able to get some done and hope you had fun in Florida!)

[Nikiwi]

Aw! You're not old...I think. Thanks! Yeah. I love protective Sawyer. He's also cute when he's grumpy. The drunk really had no significance. Just some guy who's stupid enough to get drunk while carrying loads of money in his pockets...heh. I had lotsa fun in good ole Ft. Lauterdale/Pompano Beach. I'll post once two more replies come in...from people who haven't replied to this chapter yet. Thanks again!

[October Sky]

Great chapter and thanks for the PM! I loved the character itnerarction and the airport scenes!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks! I liked those scenes too! lol I've got more scenes typed up, I just need one more reply...maybe I'll raise the level next time. How does five sound?

[nsmith12916]

Well heres number four Nikiwi! I really like it to. it so awesome that you get so many replies.

I think my story "The Outsiders" has gotten like three from other people besides me. Iv'e posted more in the thread then the others have. My four to their three. :confused: i don't get why, am i just a bad writer?

i really liked this chapter, as i have all of them.

Wish I could write as well as you can!

[Nikiwi]

oh! You're not a bad writer! Nobody comes in here, anyway. I really don't know how I got this many replies. Do you demand replies before posting? That usually helps people get going! lol K. I'll come up with the next chapter within the hour.

[lost4life]

i LOVE it!!! WOOT!!!Great to see that even after you've been away, you can pick up your story like that!=) more?pretty please with a cherry and whip cream and sprinkles and puddi'n on top?woot!!bring on level 5!!=)nikiwi, you rox my sox!=)

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks everyone! Well, lost4life, I'm glad your sox are well rocked. lol This chapter is a bit shorter, considering there's no flashbacks, but I had to end it where I did! Okay. This time, I'm *demanding* five replies before chapter 7 comes rolling along. That doesn't seem too hard, but whatever! *kisses kisses*
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Deirdre had never seen Sawyer doing work of any kind while she was on this island, so it was hilarious to see him carry around a bag, grabbing fruit off the trees. Locke had gone a few yards away to get some pomegranates, so Sawyer stood alone. He indignantly ripped a mango off a branch and shoved it into his bag, making sure everyone knew he did not want to be here. He was such a child at times.
“Why the long face, Sassy?” Deirdre teased. Sawyer just glared at her, not sharing in any of the fun.
“Good to know I amuse you,” he said, monotone. He was definitely not a happy camper.
“I find a whole lot of humor in other people’s misery,” she said, grinning at Sawyer’s deadpan look.
“Well, aren’t you a load of chuckles.”
“I’m just a laugh and a half. You should probably check over there,” she said, pointing to a group of trees a few yards away.
“And who dubbed you Queen Curley?” Sawyer asked, cocking his head sarcastically.
“Me. Now, go before the boars get to it,” she said, waving him away like her mother used to do. Her precious mother. Sawyer laughed and shook his head.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?” he chuckled, keeping his feet firmly planted in the ground.
“Because I’m cute, sexy, smart, and a bada**?” Deirdre asked, actually joking for once. It had been such a long time since that had happened.
“Right. And don’t forget a dumba**,” Sawyer said. Deirdre did a mock-offended look and punched him in the arm. Hard.
“Now, get to work,” she said, pushing him toward the trees. Sawyer walked over to them, holding his arm. Such a baby. It was strange how she felt about him. She didn’t think about how hot he looked without a shirt or how experienced he must be. She felt safe around him. She could joke with him without putting up her guard. She hadn’t felt this way since…since before her parents died.
Deirdre smiled to herself. It was nice. Like she finally had a father. No. No, that was wrong. No one should be allowed to replace her father. Ever. Not even Sawyer. It would be disrespecting his memory, and she wouldn’t do that. She turned around to see Locke looking at her knowingly.
“What are you staring at, Batman?” Deirdre asked hostilely.
“Nothing,” he said casually, shrugging his shoulders. “You cut your hand.” Deirdre looked down. It was true. There was a small slice through the back of her hand, and a trail of blood was running on her fingertips. How had that happened?
“Yeah, well, I deal,” she said, quickly rubbing the blood off on her shirt. It wasn’t even that bad. Just a little cut.
“Yes, you do,” Locke said, looking around nonchalantly.
“And just what’s that supposed to mean?” Deirdre asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“You’ve had to deal with a lot,” he said casually like it was a common fact. What was he getting at?
“We all have. I’m not any different from the others,” Deirdre said shortly. She was in no mood for his games.
“Aren’t you?” Locke stared her down, looking past the angry exterior and at the scared little girl within. Suddenly, Deirdre felt exposed and vulnerable. All of the protection and disguises she’d built up over the years – the hair dye, the attitude, the anger – it was all for nothing. He could see right through that. She needed to make sure that part of her never came out. She couldn’t relive that. Not ever. If he kept looking at her, he’d see. He’d see everything, and he’d know. He couldn’t know. No one could know. She had to get away. Out from under his gaze. Now.
Her panic was interrupted by a sudden noise from her left. There was the sound of branches breaking, a half-shout, and a sickening thud. A figure flew a few feet through the air and landed just beyond the fruit trees. Deirdre’s breath caught in her chest as she realized who it was. Sawyer.
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I know. I know. Ah! Sawyer! I love him, too.

[lost4life]

noooo!!!!!!!sawyer!!*wails*still lovin your story!=)*sniffle*no killing sawyer though *waves finger in disapproving manner*more story, me wants chappie seven NOW!!*STOMPS FEET LIKE IMPATIENT CHILD*But no killing sawyer, ya hear=)

[Nikiwi]

I hear ya! I hear ya! But now, lost, you know we need 3 more replies before I can post chapter 7. *talks in soft voice and pats lost4life's head*

[Marystat]

NOOOOOOOO killing sawyer!!! *stomping feet* not when she finally felt safe around somene.poor deidre...and woah ya got locke's ability pinned down :)

[Nikiwi]

Heh. yeah, he's creepy, but I love him. Locke, I mean. Sawyer's not creepy, but I still love him! I love everyone! lol

[lost4life]

*sniffle* well,okay, you got two. wheres pie and plumpudding?i need to meet plum pudding!*sets out to find pie and meet the plumpudding* I WILL FIND THEM!!=)
*pats nikiwi's head for no apperent reason*woot!

[Nikiwi]

Pie's been banned from the forum for a coupla days cause she was on here instead of school. *sniffs* And plum isn't on. She's reading up, but she's only on Chapter 2. heh. (Pie's my cousin, and Plum's my sis)

[dreamer]

OH MY Friggin god! You are like the queen of sawyer fics, cause i love the witty banter between him and Sida and i must say you are a damn good writer. Keep up!

[Nikiwi]

Well, a friggin thanks! I just love Sawyer sooooo much! *hugs Sawyer till he turns blue* Uh...sorry, Sassy. (Sawyer coughs) Anyhoo, thanks!

[dreamer]

i need more, i need more, more :), more i say! :) please, pretty please?

[Nikiwi]

I need two more replies before I'll post any more. Sorry, but that's the standard I'm setting. So, get some more replies, and you'll have some more story! :) It's good to know you guys like it so much! lol

[Pie]

I haven't been banned, Nicole...

Wooty wooty woot! Love it!

[Nikiwi]

Well, that's what my mom told me. Who knows? She's always telling me stuff, so how can I tell if it's true. K. I'll post more soon. Just let me get it onto the comp. I have it written, just not typed. Grrr...I had a lot of time on the plane...

[Jade]

OOOOOOOOH I love this!!!!!!! I love the character, and I love sawyer...*sigh of contentment* Damn this story made my day. So *bows down in praise* ALL HAIL NIKIWI!!!!!!
ALL HAIL NICKIWI!!!!

And now...UPDATE!!!

[Nikiwi]

Dangit dangit dangit dangit dangit!!!!!!! K. I'm on the normal compy, but the stupid disk won't load! It's been in the drive for five minutes, but there's some sort of error!!!!! So, I'll try the other computer and get back to you. Let's hope it works this time! *crosses fingers and stomps away*

Edit: No frickin' way!!!!!!!! This disk isn't loading on ANY of my computers!!! K. I'll just have to type it up AGAIN!!! *pouts and curses* No, forget the last part.

[dreamer]

damn it! I was already to read.

[Nikiwi]

Yay!!! I couldn't download the disk, so I had to type it up all over again! #@$%!!! Just kidding! K. So, it's up and ready to go! This might be a sad chapter for some of you Sawyer-lovers, but fear not! There will be relief! I'm keeping the bar at 5 replies! So, keep replying, and I'll keep posting! :) :) :) :) Thanks for taking the time to tell me whatcha think! Luv ya!
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Deidre didn’t think she’d ever run so fast in her life. Within seconds, she was at Sawyer’s side, frantically assessing the damage. He must have tripped one of the French woman’s traps because a huge log was swinging through the trees. Da** her. Why did she have to put those stupid traps up everywhere?
“Sawyer,” she said, trying to wake him. She felt for a pulse, but he didn’t have one. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what was happening.
“Sawyer, wake up,” she said, shaking him. That might not have been the best decision, but she didn’t care. Her mind was getting foggier by the second, filling with thoughts of death. Sawyer was hurt, and she needed to help him. She wasn’t going to let him die.
“He looks pretty bad, Sidra,” Locke said, suddenly next to her. He was using her real name again. Sidra Willow Carpenter. But she didn’t mind. Not right now.
“Please, wake up,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t lose someone so close to her. Not again.
“His ribs are broken. His head’s been his pretty hard, too,” Locke was saying. Deirdre didn’t hear any of it. She was too worried about Sawyer. He couldn’t die. Not now.
“Don’t leave me here. Sassy?” Deirdre said between sobs. Maybe, if he heard her calling him, he’d come back. She held his head in one arm and grabbed his hand with the other, desperately grasping him.
“Please, come back to me,” she gasped, touching her head to his as she cried. Deirdre cradled Sawyer’s limp form in her arms and kissed his forehead as Locke did CPR.
Locke kept up his CPR, and Sawyer unexpectedly bolted upright, gasping for breath. He looked around wildly, disoriented. Deirdre cried even harder and threw her arms around his neck.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” she wailed into his shoulder, soaking it with her happy tears.
“Well, I’m sorry I scared you while I was dying,” Sawyer said, gaining some of his sarcastic banter back.
“You should be,” Deirdre said with a chuckle. Locke helped Sawyer up and looked at his chest.
“Apparently, your ribs weren’t broken, but you should still let Jack have a look,” Locke said.
“I’m sure Jacka** will love that,” Sawyer muttered, wincing as he walked. Deirdre rolled her eyes.
“The least you could do is show some respect for your doctor.” Sawyer looked at her critically.
“Like you ever have,” he said. Deirdre nodded her head in agreement. Sawyer chuckled and winced at the pain in his chest.
“You’re still hurt,” she said, looking at how horrible his chest was. “What happened?”
“I was getting some fruit from the trees – like you told me to,” he said, emphasizing the last part.
“Then, this hunk of wood comes slamming into me, and I blacked out.” A distant look came over his face, and his voice got serious.
“Everything around me was black, and I couldn’t hold onto anything. I was lost,” Sawyer said. Deirdre detected a hint of fear in his voice and knew how horrible it must’ve been. She’d seen Sawyer upset and angry, but never scared. It must have been really, really bad for him to actually feel fear.
“Then, I heard voices talking to me. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but I saw you. And it was like I was getting pulled back.”
“Then, I saw Locke,” Sawyer said, getting a lighter tone. Deirdre chuckled at how strange he was.
“That must’ve been a disappointment,” she joked. Sawyer nodded his head fervently. When they got to the caves, Jack rushed over to help them. He made sure that everyone else was alright and bandaged Sawyer up, to many indignant remarks from his patient.
“You should be alright. Just don’t do anything strenuous for the next few days,” Jack said.
“Yes, Sir,” Sawyer said with a mock salute. Deirdre smacked the back of his head.
“Hey, I take that as an insult,” Sawyer said, feeling the back of his head tenderly and softly.
“Slap on the face is an insult. Slap on the back of the head is a wake-up call,” Deirdre said coyly, hitting him again.
She sat down roughly on the ground. She suddenly felt so tired and lightheaded. Her mouth was dry like she’d been eating cotton balls, and her vision was blurry. She felt so weak, and her arms were shaking. She started taking raspy breaths as her chest began to hurt.
“Are you alright? You look flushed,” Jack asked, turning his doctorly attention on her.
“I –” Deidre stopped her mocking reply and fell from where she was sitting onto her side. Sawyer was at her side immediately, looking at her through concerned eyes. As Deirdre looked up into those intense eyes, she saw her father peering out from behind the blue. And finally, she was home. Home at last.
“Daddy,” Deirdre said, reaching up to touch Sawyer’s scruffy face with her hand. “Daddy.”

[lost4life]

WHAT!?!?!?!?more story now, nikiwi!!THE part with sawyer was so sad!me want more story!*stomps feet like impatient child*i hate cliffhangers..grumble..grr rawr!you must continue, me wants MORE!!!RAWR!um..pretty please with whipcream and pudding ans sprinkles on top?8angelic smile*

[Anahana]

Wow! Two fantastic chapters this time!!! Love the story, love the interaction between all of the characters, and yes, you nailed Locke's personality! So, come one people, comment so we can get to read chapter 8! :banana:

[Nikiwi]

Aw! You guys are too great! *blushes* And, lost, ya gotta have cliffhangers. People get bored if you don't! Everyone who's posted here knows that this chapter's up, so we'll see if they stop by. :)

[Marystat]

ohhhhh OI dont stop there.I want more!!!! Awee...so sweet "daddy" aweee

[Pie]

Woot!!!!^^

[Nikiwi]

Is that all you say, Magong? Thanks! And you will die for putting up that horrible pic of me! Ahem...I'm kidding, just so ya know! lol Okay. If I'm going to put Chapter 8 up today, I'm gonna need one more reply. There are four other people I PMed about this chapter being up, so they know. And any newcomers, feel free to tell me whatcha think! :) K. I have it typed. I'm just waiting to put it up...

[nsmith12916]

here you go Nikiwi, reply number five.

Put up number 8 to put these poor people out of their misery.


You are right, you have gotta have cliffhangers. My story, The outsiders, is supposed to have one like every chapter.

keep up the good work!

[Nikiwi]

Yay! I got five replies!So, I don't want to keep you guys waiting, so...oh, what the heck! I'm as anxious to get this up as you! lol K. I'm keeping it at five replies for Chapter 9. Same deal. It's already written, just waiting to put it up. I hope you like this! *kisses kisses* This is one of the more shocking scenes, I think. But, whatever. Here it is...
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Deirdre’s head was throbbing. She must’ve hit it when she fell. Her whole chest hurt like something big and heavy had been slammed into it. But what? She was still tired and surprisingly weak. Her hands were shaking as she reached up and felt something warm and soft above her. A blanket. She squinted her eyes open and groaned at the sunlight peaking through.
“How’re you feelin’, Curley?” Sawyer asked casually from somewhere above her head.
“Since when have you cared?” Deirdre mumbled, not feeling well enough for pleasantries.
“I’m supposed to ask that when you wake up,” he said, chuckling at her. Deirdre rolled her eyes and tried to sit up. She growled as the pain in her chest made her fall back onto the ground.
“Easy there, Curley. You got yourself a case of island fever,” he said, making sure she didn’t try to get up again.
“Island fever? Does that even exist?” she asked, grumpily swatting him away from her.
“Who knows? But you do have some sort of fever,” Sawyer replied, relaxing back on the sand. Deirdre felt her head and realized how hot it was.
“What happened?” she asked, forgetting the thought of standing up. She felt too terrible now. She hadn’t felt hot until Sawyer had mentioned her fever. Da** reverse psychology.
“You tell me. One minute, Jacka** is fixin’ me up. The next, you’re on the ground calling me ‘Daddy’.” Deirdre winced as she remembered. Hopefully, Sawyer hadn’t taken that too much to heart. Knowing him, he probably hadn’t.
“Yeah. Let’s just say I was delusional,” Deirdre said.
“We’ll say that. But if you’ve got daddy issues, go sort ‘em out with him,” he said absentmindedly. She looked at him, surprised that he hadn’t remembered.
“I can’t.” Sawyer looked up. Now he remembered.
“Sorry. I just forgot,” he said, trying to be sarcastic and comforting at the same time. It wasn’t a good combination for him.
“You jus – wait. Did you just apologize?” Deirdre asked, shocked into amusement.
“No, Curley. You’re delusional, remember?” Sawyer said quickly, trying to recover.
“Yes, you did! You completely ruined my perception of you!” Deirdre said, punching him in the arm.
“So, you’re tryin’ to be like me, is that it?” Sawyer asked evasively.
“Like anyone would want to be like you,” Deirdre said, feeling better already. She propped herself up on a rock as they continued their conversation.
“Then why did you say you admired me?” Sawyer said, tossing that cocky grin her way.
“I never said I admired you.”
“What did you say?” Sawyer asked.
“You’re a very strange man, Sassy,” Deirdre said, deciding to end the topic.
“Changing the subject. That means you don’t want to answer my question.”
“And what if I don’t want to answer it?” Deirdre said, raising one eyebrow in a sly way.
“Why wouldn’t you answer it?”
“Why didn’t you answer my question?” Deirdre asked.
“What was your question?” Sawyer replied without even a hint of hesitation.
“What’ll you do if I don’t answer your question?”
“Which question?”
“The first one.”
“I’ll never leave you in peace,” Sawyer said, getting up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Deirdre asked, surprised by the abrupt end of the conversation.
“To get some sun screen,” Sawyer said sarcastically.
“And what am I supposed to do?”
“You can take care of yourself,” Sawyer said, sidling down the beach without a care in the world.
“Right,” Deirdre muttered to herself, musing at how strange this man was turning out to be. Well, she was one to talk. She was just like him.
Sawyer came back a couple of minutes later. He looked ruffed up and more testy than usual. What had he done this time?
“I guess that sun screen didn’t agree with you too well, huh?” Deirdre asked as Sawyer sat down.
“The Korean guy. He started spouting off at me when I picked up the bottle. Couldn’t understand a word he said, but he was getting all territorial,” Sawyer huffed.
“What Korean guy?” Deirdre asked. She’d never seen any Koreans. Then again, she hadn’t paid much attention to the other survivors of the island until now.
“That guy by Mohammed and Jacka**. Don’t see why he even used it. Why would he need sun screen?” Sawyer babbled on, but Deirdre wasn’t listening. She was watching the Korean guy. There was something familiar about him. Something she just couldn’t place.
Then, she remembered. It was a face she hadn’t seen in a while. Years, even. Seven years. He’d been dressed in black and spoke English then. He’d been carrying a gun, but it was him. She was sure of it. The “Asian man” who’d killed – no, murdered – her parents.
“Curley, what’re you doin’?” Sawyer shouted to her. She’d taken off while he was talking and was running down the beach toward the man who’d ruined her life.
“What the-” Jack started as Deirdre flew past him. He stopped when she slammed into Jin, as he was called. She planted her fists madly into Jin’s face until two sets of strong arms pulled her back. Sawyer and the Middle Eastern guy, Sayid, were holding her arms and dragging her back.
“Let me go!” she shrieked, kicking madly. Her foot made contact with someone, but neither men let go.
“What’s goin’ on, Curley?” Sawyer said, struggling to keep a hold on her. Deirdre thrashed around and somehow managed to get both of her arms free. She was back on top of Jin and wailing on him like there was no tomorrow. A small crowd had gathered, but she didn’t care. She had to make him pay. Had to make him feel even a fraction of what he’d put her through. He hadn’t just killed her parents. He’d killed her future. Instead of living happily with her parents, dating boys, and begging to get her temps, she grew up in ten different homes, hadn’t had any parental figures since the age of eight, and now she was stuck on this terrible island with the man who’d started it all in the first place. She’d been beaten, insulted, rejected, pushed away, hardened, and isolated at such an early age. And it was all his fault.
“You’re a murderer!” she screamed, still pummeling him. Sawyer and Sayid got their bearings and were dragging her back again.
“Let me go! He has to pay!” Deirdre shouted, thrashing wildly.
“What did he do?” Sheriff Jack asked, standing between Deirdre and Jin. Jin was stumbling to his feet, trying not to accept any help from his wife.
“He’s a murderer! He’s the bastard that killed my parents!” Deirdre blurted out. Sawyer’s grip loosened out of shock, but he tightened it before she could get away. Deirdre managed to get Sayid off of her arm, but Sawyer swung her around so she was facing him.
“Stop it! Just think, Curley,” Sawyer said, holding her shoulders so firmly that it almost hurt.
“He killed my parents! What’s there to think about?”
“This ain’t the way,” Sawyer said, still keeping her firmly in place no matter how much she struggled.
“If you found the man who caused your parents’ deaths, wouldn’t you want to kill him?” Deirdre asked. Sawyer stared at her a moment like he was remembering something.
“I did, and I’ve regretted it every day since,” Sawyer said, his voice growing quiet and weak. No one else even heard him over the raucous. Deirdre searched his eyes, wondering if he was telling the truth. She couldn’t find a hint of lies in those eyes, and she knew he’s really done it. He’d become a murderer to avenge his parents. And he really, truly regretted it. If he could do it all over again, he wouldn’t. There was no escaping that truth, for Deirdre. No way out.

[nsmith12916]

HOLY Crap NIKIWI! THAT WAS AWESOME! JIN?

Wow. Ive gotta go lie down!!!!!

[Anahana]

Fantastic, as usual! :bowdown: Poor Jin, I feel sorry for the guy. Guess his getting beat up so much lately (on the show and in some fanfic) must be karma for his attacking Michael earlier in the series! (yeah, I'm reaching a bit there! :rolleyes: ) Yes, another great chapter, now hurry up everyone and post a comment so we can read the next chapter! **hint, hint, blatant hint** :rotflol:

[elaineykins]

this story rox

[Nikiwi]

Well, thanks guys! I know. I feel sorry for Jin! I only started liking him AFTER I wrote this chapter, but I like to keep to my writing. It messes it all up when I change things. Grrr...and elainey! Yay! New fan! Thanks a bushel! :) lol

[Jade]

I loved this chapter, actually two chapters sooooo much! "daddy" Made me cry, and the chapter 8..You are a brilliant writer, thank you so much for writing these for us.

[October Sky]

I had a lot to catch up on, but I loved what I read! Serioulsy, this is a great story! I LOVE the Sawyer/Deidree interation!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks, guys! This really brightens up my day! :) (I know, that sounds soooo dorky, lol) Well, I'm on my laptop now, and it doesn't have Word - so I can't transfer chapter 9 just yet. I have to wait for my mom to get off the computer downstairs..."Mom! Get off the Survivor game!" K. Well, I'll try to get it up later! :)

[dreamer]

wow awesome chapter, very good.

[Nikiwi]

Heya! Sorry it took me so long to get this posted! Yesterday was a pretty darned busy day. Not sure if there'll be any more today, either. It's my cousin's birthday! :) Well, the level for chapter 10 is still at five. Give me five, I'll give you 10! So, here it is!
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There was a small cave right above the beach. It had room for only three or four people, and the wind blew in all directions. No one ever came up here, but that was fine with Deirdre. She didn’t really want to see anyone, and after her performance on the beach, she didn’t expect the others to be lining up to talk with her.
When she’d seen the look in Sawyer’s eyes, she’d known she wouldn’t be able to do it. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t take a human life. So, she’d come up here to be away from everything. Away from everyone. She just couldn’t handle their stares. The cautious glances. The awkward, forced conversation. It was all so terrible and false.
But Deirdre was also angry with herself. Angry at how weak she’d been. She’d been searching for this man, the man who’d killed her parents, for years, and when she finally had him in her grasp, she’d let him go. She’d just let him walk away. Well, she’d been the one to leave, but what did that matter? She hadn’t been able to avenge her parents. She’d let them down. Failed them.
“You did a good thing back there, Curley,” Sawyer said, coming up behind her. She just closed her eyes and wished she could be invisible.
“Just go away,” Deirdre said, hoping he would listen but knowing he wouldn’t. He was just the kind of person to insist on staying with her.
“You shouldn’t be alone now,” he said. When did he start being all sympathetic? Wasn’t he the man who withstood torture to keep some inhalers for a sick girl that he didn’t even have? Why was he suddenly a therapist?
“Why do you care? Why do you care about any of this?” Deirdre questioned, whirling around to look at him.
“Because I’ve been there, too. Remember?” Sawyer said, staring her down. She looked at him, unable to come up with a reply. She knew he’d had the same choice. He’d been through the same thing. He knew exactly what she was feeling. She could lash out at him all she wanted, but he’d still understand.
That made her even angrier. She couldn’t separate herself from him. She couldn’t make him run away so she could mope on her own. She couldn’t run away from him like she did with everyone else. She was as vulnerable as ever, and she hated it. She was just a scared little girl who was trying to hide from the world. She always had been, and she would’ve now if not for Sawyer.
“I – I just needed to…” Deirdre left off, unable to finish the sentence. She felt like her whole world was crashing down around her. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk. She couldn’t even stand. She just sank to the ground, letting the tears come. Sawyer, surprisingly, held her tightly as she cried. She didn’t try to push him away or close off. She just cried. She cried for her parents. For her old life. For all the friends and families she’d lost. For all the times she’d moved and all the people she’d hated. And all the people that had hated her.

Deirdre didn’t know how long she cried before she fell asleep, but it was dark when she woke up. The wind had died down to a slight breeze, blowing her hair away from her face. Sawyer was still there. He’d fallen asleep just outside the cave. He probably hadn’t wanted to leave her alone up here.
Deirdre didn’t want to stay in this cave. Her legs felt like they needed to move. Needed to be somewhere. But they could do anything trapped in these tiny walls. She just needed to get out. Take a walk. Do something.
Silently, Deirdre tip-toed past the sleeping Sawyer and into the jungle. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be wandering around in the jungle alone at night, but she couldn’t stand staring at that endless ocean one more minute. At least she could have a change of scenery and maybe find some breakfast. Or supper, whatever time it was. She hadn’t known the time for weeks, and she’d never really cared. Eat when you’re hungry. Stop when you’re not. Go to sleep with the sun and wake up with it. The cycle of life.
Deirdre walked through the jungle, aimlessly wandering, really. She was just clearing her head. Too much had happened that day, and she couldn’t sleep peacefully until she’d had time to think. The sounds and sights of the forest had already cleared her senses a bit. But there were other noises besides the never-ending hum of the jungle. Voices.
She crept up behind a tree and peered around. Locke was standing there with a knife in his hand. The kid, Walt, was there, too, with a knife of his own. Locke threw a piece of fruit into the air and hit it with the knife. Walt tried, too, and failed miserably. Locke told Walt to “visualize the knife hitting the fruit in his mind’s eye.” Walt tried a second time and hit the fruit perfectly. That was just weird.
“You can come out now, Sidra,” Locke said once Walt had his knife back.
“I told you to call me Deirdre,” she said, coming out from behind her tree. Walt backed away, obviously afraid she’d do a repeat performance of earlier on him.
“Yes, you did, Sidra,” Locke said, throwing her that evil look. She hated that look.
“What’re you doing out here?” Walt asked, finally speaking in a voice that tried to hide his nerves.
“Taking a walk. And I could ask you the same question,” Deirdre said, walking up to the speared fruit and kicking it lightly.
“I’ve been teaching Walt, here, some old tricks,” Locke said like there was nothing strange about teaching a little boy to throw a dagger in the jungle after dark. “Would you like to learn some?” Deirdre stared at him, wondering if he was serious.
“No, thanks. I’ve got all the tricks I need,” she said, turning to go back to the cave.
“You shouldn’t go walking in the jungle alone,” Walt said, quoting what his dad had told him so many times.
“I can take care of myself, Kiddo,” she said.
“Are you sure?” Locke asked, raising one eyebrow. Deirdre was about to respond when she heard branches crunching and a grunting noise from behind her. A huge white thing stomped into the clearing, landing almost on top of her.
“Polar bears!” Walt cried, dashing into the forest. Locke seemed to disappear right after him. Oh, no. You go. I’m fine, Deirdre thought as she got up and ran after them.
They ran for a while, turning and twisting through the trees. No matter how many zig-zags they did or how many direction changes they made, the bear always stayed right on their tails. They kept running until they came to a huge ravine. It looked like there was once a bridge leading across, but it had been broken. The bear was still coming after them, getting closer with every second. Deirdre turned to run to the side and saw two more bears advancing on both sides.
“We’re trapped,” Walt said, securing his very powerful gift of stating only the most obvious things.
“Oh, brilliant deduction, Kiddo,” Deirdre said, looking around. But she knew he was right. They were trapped.

[Jade]

Loved this chapter! Excellently written! Loving the sawyer Deirdre interaction.

:D Cant wait for chapter 10!

[nsmith12916]

Mmmmm! This must be a friend of that polar bear killed in Special.

THE POLAR BEAR STRIKES BACK! DUN DUN DUN! lol

[Anahana]

Good chapter!!! Great cliffhanger!(almost literally! :crackup: ) Your story keeps getting better and better! So, two more comments and we get chapter 10? Yeaaaa! :banana: :clap: :banana:

[Nikiwi]

Yupyup! Two more comments...10'll probably show up sometime tomorrow, anyway...thanks a bunch!!!

[lost4life]

dun-da-dun-dun-DUN!!!will they escape the polars bears grasp?tune in tommorrow and find out!
ME LIKEy!!!more please nikiwi?Still lovin your story and especially Dierde=)i don't care how, i want it now!!*continues siging willy wonka song*oh, now im veruca salt!WOOT!!great story, more?!?!?!?!?

[Nikiwi]

Haha! So, what? I'm a daily soap opera? Just watch, young lady. You'll get sent down the trash tube like Veruca! Oh, no! K. One more post, and you'll have it! But my dad's bugging me to get off. "It's too late to be online!" Mlah! Pie, you're so lucky to have a compy in your room. No one'll know if you're on or not! Grrr...see y'all tomorrow! :)

[Pie]

Dang polar bears *kicks them*

Im lucky, eh? The computer isn't even mine, i can't do anything with it! :banghead:

[elaineykins]

dammit im addicted 2 this dam story

[Nikiwi]

Yay! It's up! Woohoo! *dances* And, Pie, don't hurt the bears! They're sweeties at heart! * pets bear and screams as her hand is chopped off* K. Maybe not such sweeties. *kicks bear too* Sorry! Alrighty then! Here ya go!
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As the bears continued to stride toward the trio, Deirdre thought furiously. They couldn’t climb any trees because the bears were blocking them off. They couldn’t run anywhere, again because of the bears. They weren’t trapped between a rock and a hard place. They were trapped between a gap and a sharp place.
Then, Locke turned from the bears and jumped over the edge. Deirdre’s heart almost stopped until Locke landed in the water and started swimming to the small bank. Walt followed Locke’s lead and hopped over the edge. Deirdre growled as she, again, hurried after them and fell into the water just as the bears came within reach. She could hear them snarling as she hit the water with a huge splash. The water was faster than she’d expected and carried her a few feet before she grabbed a rock and pushed herself to the land.
“Are you alright?” Locke asked when she was out of the water.
“Always, Batman. Where’s the kid?” Deirdre asked, turning to the water. She saw Walt get carried a few feet and slammed into a rock nearby. She reached out and grabbed him before he could go any farther.
“Why am I always with you when something like this happens?” Deirdre asked. She put her cheek close to Walt’s mouth and caught her breath. “He’s not breathing.”
“He’ll be alright,” Locke said, nodding his head confidently.
“He doesn’t have a pulse. He’s not breathing. How’s he going to be okay?” Deirdre asked, disbelieving of Locke’s dismissal.
“Sawyer was the same, but he came through.”
“You – you were doing CPR,” Deirdre remembered. She hurriedly opened Walt’s mouth and pushed on his chest.
“I didn’t save him, Sidra; you did,” Locke said, looking at her like he always did when he said her name.
“What? How?” she asked, completely bewildered. She could handle his wisecracks and games, but he was joking around with Walt’s life. This just wasn’t funny anymore.
“Just try. Do exactly what you did with Sawyer,” Locke said, taking her hand and putting it under Walt’s head.
“You think this is some sort of joke? A game?” Deirdre asked angrily, taking her hand back.
“Do you want to let Walt die, or are you going to save him?” Locke asked. Deirdre growled and put her hand back under Walt’s head. Her CPR wasn’t working. If there was something that might work, she should at least try it. She took Walt’s hand in hers and bent over him.
“Come back,” Deirdre said with as much force as she could muster. In her head, it was like she was calling him back. Throwing him a lifeline. She felt something go out of her. Something that sustained her. That kept her alive. It rushed through her hands and into Walt’s body. He gasped and opened his eyes. Deirdre fell back on the ground, exhausted.
“W-what happened?” Walt asked through his wheezes.
“You did it,” Lock said as her eyes rolled up, and she fell on her back. Her vision became blurry, and she blacked out with the same symptoms she’d had with Sawyer.

“What the he** were you thinking’?” Deirdre silently cursed at the rude awakening. Who had woken her up? And why could she hear the ocean? She must be back on the beach. How did she get here? So many questions, and not one person was bothering to answer them. That was probably because she hadn’t actually asked them yet. Idiot.
Deirdre squinted her eyes open a little. The light was bright, but she was able to make out five shapes. Locke, Walt, Sawyer, Jack, and Michael were standing a few feet away from her in a heated “discussion.”
“Just calm down, Sawyer,” Jack was saying in his calm, authoritative voice.
“No. No, he’s right. What were you doing with these kids, letting them out in the jungle at night?” Michael demanded.
“We’re fine, Dad,” Walt said, embarrassed with his father. Deirdre knew the feeling.
“What about this is fine? You’re both all bruised up, and she hasn’t even woken up yet,” Michael said, pointing to her.
“I’m sorry that your son got hurt, but this had to happen,” Locke said mysteriously.
“And why did this ‘have to happen’?” Sawyer asked. Was there a note of worry in his voice? Was he actually concerned for her? Boy, this was fun. She should pretend to die more often.
“Sidra had to know how powerful she is. She saved Walt, and you didn’t wake up on your own, either, Sawyer,” Locke said. Deirdre almost started talking, but she stopped herself. It was better if they didn’t know she was awake. Adults say some pretty interesting things when they think you can’t hear them.
“So, you’re saying that she can heal people?” Jack asked. Deirdre listened closer, trying to catch every word.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. She takes part of her essence – her life – and gives it to an injured person. That’s why she’s been so weak,” Locke said. Deirdre had the sudden urge to start whacking people over the head and seeing if she could heal them, but she restrained and kept listening.
“Does she know about this?” Jack asked. Well, duh, I know, Deirdre thought.
“She’s beginning to figure it out, but I don’t think we should tell her just yet. She needs to develop it on her own,” Locke said. That jerk, Deirdre thought, trying to keep something as big as this hidden.
“You want us to just leave her in the dark about this? I’m not gonna do that,” Sawyer said. Finally, someone was standing up for her.
“If she finds out, she could push herself too hard. Try to master her skills too fast,” Locke said. Okay, time to intervene.
“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to start pushing because I haven’t been as unconscious as you would’ve liked,” Deirdre said, finally jumping in.
“You’ve been eavesdropping,” Sawyer said, sounding almost proud.
“Enough to hear what you guys had in mind for me,” Deirdre said, surveying them coldly. Especially Locke.
“It was for your own good, Sidra,” Locke said.
“Yeah. Everyone says that, but, somehow, it never seems to work out too well,” Deirdre said, walking toward her tent. “Oh, and don’t call me Sidra.”
Deirdre walked to her tent confidently. She knew the others were watching her, and she didn’t want them to see how weak she was. She didn’t want them to have that satisfaction. Locke would just take that as a reason why she shouldn’t have known about what she could do.
“You tell ‘em, Curley,” Sawyer said, walking about a foot behind her.
“I don’t like people keeping secrets from me,” she said, arriving at her tent. She turned around before entering. “Thanks for standing up for me.”
“Well, how polite of you to recognize that,” Sawyer said. That was probably as close as he got to “you’re welcome.”
“I always do. Now, go over there and talk to Kate. Maybe you can pull some heartstrings for once,” Deirdre said. Sawyer rolled his eyes and chuckled as Deirdre went into her tent.

[Anahana]

Wheeeeee!!!! :banana: :banana: :banana: Your story just keeps getting better and better!!! I suspected that Deidre had some form of healing powers... I love the way you've brought them out! The whole Locke, Jack, Michael, Sawyer bit was really good, perfect in fact!!! More please? :bowdown:

[Nikiwi]

Why thank you! *noble voice* Please, do not bow down to me, for I am only a mere man. *normal voice* Woman, idiot! *hits head* lol I only have a few alter personalities...

[Jade]

LOVED THIS!!!!!!! *bows* Excellent twist with the healing powers! Update soon! :D:D:D

[nsmith12916]

As usual, good chapter. It didn't hold me as much as the other ones have, but thats probably because every few sentances i would minimize and check on how well episodes 1 and 2 are downloading. Stupid download is so slow. *smashes computer with hammer* (Would have used smile too if could access it)

i realized that i am probably the only male who reads this fanfic.....odd! Let me add though that I am also one of a few guys. I should make a new pole to find out what th male to female ratio is, to get a more accurate reading with all the new people joining!

Sorry if i got of on a tangent there! Please write more soon!

[Nikiwi]

lol I think there is a poll like that. There's, like, 84 guys and 168 girls who've responded to it. That's not counting all the people who haven't polled themselves.
Yeah. Do you have dail-up or DSL? I used to have dail-up. It's sooo slow! I downloaded a music video, and it took an hour! I tried it again with DSL - 3 minutes! lol Glad y'all replied! Luuuuv replies! ;) Nice juggler smilie!

[dreamer]

loving the new chapters now please update! please! :) loving the story by the way, god you are good. :)

[Nikiwi]

Yay! Another reply! I was getting worried! :worry: But now I'm happy. :banana: I need ONE more reply before I'll post the next chapter, so, c'mon! I know you're reading it! Just tell me whatcha think!

[lost4life]

how do you know im reading it?....*peers around room,pokes computer screen*...nope no cameras!=)lovin the story, give me more!!grr rawr!Please nikiwi?*puppy dog face*

[Nikiwi]

Oh, I have my ways of knowing! *evil grin* I'm psychic! Not really...but that would be cool! Well, I can't post now! Birthday dinner for my cousin! :) He's five!!!! Gotta go! I'll post more later, I promise! Eak! My mom's calling me. They're literally heading out the door! Bye!

[October Sky]

o.O Now that's just plain cool! Awsome story line! I'm really lovin' Deidree/Sidra.

[Nikiwi]

Yay! It's finally up! Just go back from the cousin b-day dinner! *hugs Benjamin* Such a cutie when he's not trashing your stuff! (lol, Pie, you should know!) So, there isn't a whole lot of action on this one, but there is some important stuff. So read, enjoy, and reply! Bar still at five! :) :smooch:
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Deirdre took the axe she’d found on the beach and chopped the bamboo she was holding in half. She’d offered to help Michael with his raft, and this was his assignment for her – go get some more bamboo. She hadn’t volunteered to be charitable. She knew that Michael needed more wood, and this was a way for her to get away from the rest of the camp. Her display with Jin combined with what Locke had said the day before made the others prone to quick glances and cautious looks. It had gotten pretty uncomfortable to be on the beach, and this was just an easy excuse to get away from all that. Even if it was only for a few minutes.
Deirdre turned around when she heard noises behind her. Jin had come into the clearing and was gathering some bamboo of his own. Wonderful. The only thing that kept Deirdre from attacking right then was remembering the look in Sawyer’s eyes. The one that told her she would regret it forever. Fine. If she couldn’t have vengeance she’d at least get some answers.
“Why did you do it?” she asked. Jin looked at her, confused and astonished that she was only talking.
“Come on. I know you speak English. Give it a try after all these years,” Deirdre prodded in a mock-friendly tone. Jin stood silent a moment, processing the English.
“You…father,” he said jerkily, trying to remember the language. “Stole…money.”
“What?” Deirdre asked, resisting the sudden urge to jump this lying sleazebag where he stood.
“For…my employer. He…took money…from our…company,” Jin said slowly. Deirdre felt her cheeks flush with anger.
“My father wouldn’t do that. You’re lying,” she spat out angrily. How could he say something like that about James Carpenter? Jin shook his head quickly, afraid of another beating. This time, there would be no one to help him if he did cross her line.
“It is true. He was our employee. Then, he said he would do no more, and took our money,” Jin said as quickly as he could while mentally translating his words.
“That’s why you killed him? Because he stole some money?” Deirdre almost shouted.
“One hundred million dollars,” Jin said, stumbling back a few paces. Just out of her reach. Or rather, her fists’ reach.
“Why did you kill my mother? What did she do?”
“The wife must share the fate of the husband. Carpenter was disloyal to us-”
“You lying bastard!” Deirdre cried. She couldn’t hear this. Her father was a good man. How could this murderer have the audacity to say something like that? She was almost making her palms bleed with the way she was clenching her fists. She couldn’t kill him, no matter how much she wanted to. She had to get away from him. Away from his lies. Away from all of this. She took off running. She wasn’t trying to get anywhere. She just needed to escape from the lies. That’s what they were – lies. She wasn’t even watching where she was going until something in her way knocked her down.
“Son of a-” Sawyer started until he realized it was Deirdre on the ground next to him. “You alright?” he asked, concern in his voice. That tone had become all too common with her fainting and being attacked by polar bears.
“Fine,” Deirdre said, jumping up. Sawyer saw the look on her face and the dried tears on her cheeks and knew that she wasn’t “fine.”
“You’re upset, Curley. What happened?” he asked, taking her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. She tried not to look in his eyes. It would only make her pain worse.
“Nothing, now let me go,” Deirdre said, trying to wriggle free of his hands’ strong grip.
“You’re lyin’ to me, Curley,” Sawyer said, keeping a firm hold on her arms. She gave in.
“I talked to Jin,” Deirdre mumbled quietly, hoping he wouldn’t get upset.
“You talked to the man who murdered your parents?” Sawyer asked, stunned that she’d only talked and angry that he hadn’t been there.
“I needed to know why he did it. Why he killed them,” Deirdre said quietly. Sawyer’s grip loosened until it was more comforting than controlling.
“Did you? Did he tell you?” he asked gently, as if strong words would shatter her into a million pieces. One more hard blow, and he wouldn’t be able to fix her anymore.
“He said that my dad embezzled money from his company, and his boss ordered the murders,” Deirdre said weakly, slumping down on a log. Sawyer sat down next to her, putting a consoling arm around her shoulders.
“We never like to believe that the people we love can do anything wrong. Human nature,” he said quietly, his Southern accent thickly tainting his words. Deirdre just looked off into the distance, remembering all the times she’d turned a blind eye to her father’s work. When she’d walked in on him talking about a “new shipment coming in” or bank accounts being transferred. She hadn’t wanted to accept it, but now, she couldn’t avoid it.
“My dad was always my hero. He was supposed to protect me like in some fairy tale,” Deirdre almost whispered.
“Maybe you need a new hero,” Sawyer said, looking down at her wild curly hair. She looked up at him, not quite sure what she was feeling.
“Are you offering to be that hero?” Deirdre asked, forcing her angry defense down. Sawyer shrugged in his nonchalant way.
“If you’re taking applications,” he said in his sly way. Deirdre looked at him, thinking. It would be nice to finally have someone. Someone to talk to. To turn to. To be held by. Maybe even someone to love. Not in a romantic way, but a familial kind of love. Like another father.
Deirdre thought of what a relief it would be. She wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. She wouldn’t have to face all the problems of the world on her own. She could have someone to fall back on. Someone who could be there for her in a way that no one else had before.
But he would get hurt. Everyone she loved got hurt. She couldn’t let that happen to Sawyer. Not after everything he’d done for her. No. She wouldn’t let anyone else get hurt because of her.
“What’s wrong?” Sawyer asked, noticing the troubled look on her face.
“I’m sorry. It’s just – I –” she fumbled for the words. “I don’t want anything to happen to you,” she finally blurted out.
“Curley, what would happen because of you?”
“I don’t know. Everyone I’ve ever cared about has gotten hurt, and I don’t want that to happen to you.”
“Well, I think I can handle myself, Curley,” Sawyer said.
“But you almost died because of me. You *were* dead for a few seconds,” Deirdre said. Sawyer grabbed her arms so she had to look him in the eyes.
“And what about you, huh? Who’s lookin’ out for you?” Deirdre just looked at him with doubting eyes.
“How many times’ve you been hurt cause no one was protectin’ you?” Sawyer asked, nailing her with a gaze she couldn’t escape. “How ‘bout if we watch out for each other?” He asked. Deirdre watched him for a moment.
“I’ve had to grow up with no one. You shouldn’t have to,” Sawyer said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
“If I give in, will you stop being so sappy?” Deirdre asked after a moment. Sawyer chuckled and let her go.
“Sure. Whatever you say, Curley,” he said. “Let’s get back to the beach before it gets dark.” Deirdre nodded, and they both headed down the path. Together. Always strong together.



“This is like a freaking soap opera,” Deirdre commented as they walked. They chuckled together and kept walking.

[dreamer]

once again the queen of sawyer fics is you....beautiful part, can't wait for more thanks for the update. i needed it.

[Nikiwi]

Oh, thank ye! *curtsies gracefully as queen should* (noble voice) I really cannot accept this title. You are too kind. (end noble voice) Well, I'm glad you're sustained now! :) Like my new banner? I luuuv it! I refer you to payday if you want one of your very own! :)

[Pie]

It's great Nicole! OMG! So dang great...

[Nikiwi]

Thanks, Magongala! (Sorry! I make up the weirdest nicknames for you, don't I?) You know I luuv to hear your opinion!

Oh, Holy crap! After tonight's eppy, I'm gonna have to do some MAJOR modifications to this story!!! The next couple of chapters won't be pertaining to tonight's episode, but I'll integrate it in soon. Dangit! Wish me luck with the entire reconstruction of my story! :0

[Jade]

LOVED IT!!!!!!!! DAMN THIS ROCKED...You are my hero

[lost4life]

i thought it was...LOVERLY!!great job nicole!more please*shoves out empyty bowl* pretty please with pudding and ice cream and whipped cream and cherries and chocolate sauce on top?oh, and sprinkles?!

[nsmith12916]

Really good sawyer scenes. it shows the softie side of him that we saw last night. Keep up the could work! .................!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks guys! Gah! The fans! They've eaten my food and are demanding more! Oh, well! And lost4life, I could NOT refuse that offer - with all that sweetie goodness on top? Mmmmm.....*licks lips* The next chapter will be up as soon as I can incorporate the events of last night's eppy in it. It's really changes some things...

[Nikiwi]

Yay! It's finally up! This definitely NOT one of my better chapters because it had to undergo major reconstruction after last night's episode. Well, the other chapters'll get better! Let's just hope the next episode won't be so hard to incorporate!
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Deirdre sat by the signal fire, taking a smoke from one of Sawyer’s cigarettes. He had no idea. He’d told her to stop taking his, but she wasn’t intending to stop until he ran out. Sawyer was farther down on the beach, “helping” Michael with the raft. All he really did was sit there and watch them work, but everyone found it more funny than annoying. Claire had walked into the forest a while ago, and Sawyer had made some funny remark that got a chuckle out of Michael. Deirdre was too far away to hear, but she knew it was something only a guy could find funny.
Deirdre looked behind her at their dwindling supply of water. Sawyer hadn’t exactly greeted Jack too well on the water delivery route, and Jack had “forgotten” to bring them their water. It wasn’t a big deal to her, but Sawyer would drink up what they had left in a day. She grudgingly got up, crushed her cig under her foot, and walked off down the path to the caves.
There was something strange about the caves today. There were less people here than usual. Hurley was sitting by the fire, looking like he might throw up. There was a tent set up, and groaning noises were coming out of it. Groaning? Deirdre quietly moved into the tent and gasped. Jack and Sun were working furiously to help a battered Boone. His breathing was shallow, he had cuts all over his body, and he looked like he’d been crushed. He was just staring up at the top of the canvas, struggling to breathe.
“What happened?” Deirdre asked, coming up to the table where Jack was working.
“Locke said he fell off a cliff,” Jack said distractedly.
“Will he be okay?” she asked, looking at the damage all over Boone’s body.
“I don’t know,” Jack said, almost angry. Deirdre looked at him, scared by his words. Jack had always been the one to say “he’ll be alright,” or “nothing’s gonna happen.” Did he really think Boone would die?
“Is there anything I can do?” Deirdre asked, looking uncertainly from Sun to Jack to Boone.
“Yeah. Go get Kate. She was supposed to get some alcohol, but she hasn’t gotten back yet. Find out what’s taking so long, and get some alcohol from Sawyer,” Jack said quickly. Deirdre nodded and ran off through the jungle, taking the fastest route to where Sawyer was with the raft. She’d check with Sawyer first, see if Kate had stopped by. Then, maybe she could get his alcohol.
“Sawyer!” Deirdre shouted when she burst out of the trees. He jumped and turned around.
“I need your alcohol. Boone’s hurt,” she said quickly.
“Kate already took it all. She went to give it to Jack,” Sawyer said, showing her his suitcase’s lack of bottles.
“Great,” Deirdre said, taking off back into the jungle. Sawyer yelled something after her, but she couldn’t hear what it was.
Deirdre ran back the way she came, jumping over logs and brush as fast as she could. She had disliked Boone once. Even hated him, but she didn’t want him dead. She couldn’t want him dead. Even if she did hate his guts. Suddenly, Deirdre’s foot landed on a rock and rolled out from under her. She yelped in pain as she rolled down a hill, crashing into branches and rocks as she went. She finally landed at the bottom, stopped by two strong hands.
“Whoa there!” someone said, pulling her to her feet. Her arms and face hurt from where the unprotected skin had been sliced open.
“Locke!? What’re you doing out here? Boone’s hurt,” Deirdre questioned, realizing who she’d just fallen into.
“I know. Are you trying to get back to the caves?” Locke asked. Deirdre nodded and looked around. Usually, she’d remember which way to go, but the fall had spun her around too much.
“The caves are that way. Hurry,” Locke said, pointing to a path leading away from the hill. Deirdre quickly nodded her thanks and ran off in the direction Locke had pointed. Deirdre ran for a good five minutes and stopped to rest. She realized, suddenly, that she’d never trusted Locke. He had wanted to lie to her about her “powers” or whatever they were. He was probably leading her in the wrong direction. She didn’t even recognize where she was. Dam***! She was such an idiot! She quickly turned to run back to the hill. She could find her way from there.
Deirdre started running but quickly stopped short, staring at what was coming toward her. She couldn’t see it, but she could see its effects. And hear them. Trees were cracking and bending just a few yards into the jungle. A loud but low grunting sound was coming her way, and it sounded hungry. Deirdre ran back the way she was going as fast as she possibly could, but it wasn’t fast enough. That thing was gaining on her with ever five-yard-long step it took.
Deirdre felt something behind her, but couldn’t turn around. Something big grabbed one of her legs and hoisted her up in the air. She screamed wildly and tried to wriggle herself free. It wasn’t working. This thing was too strong. Deirdre remembered the knife she had tucked under her waistline. The one she always carried. Just in case. She grabbed it and stabbed the thing holding her furiously as she swung through the air. The thing yelped and let her go after she’d stabbed its hand – paw – or whatever it was – ten times. She fell to the ground, branches breaking her fall. She met the ground with a sickening thud and felt the wind get knocked out of her. She coughed bitterly and flipped over onto her back.
Deirdre looked around and pushed herself up. She had to get out of here. Back to camp. Locke had sent her in the wrong direction. Straight into the monster. Why would he do something like that, knowing she could get killed? Something told Deirdre that Locke wasn’t as innocent with Boone’s injuries as everyone thought he was.
Deirdre looked around, guessing which way to go based on the sun. Yeah. The trees looked familiar over there. Maybe that’s because she’d just been in them. Deirdre sighed and walked that way, nursing her injured side and scratched up arms. She’d either find the beach, or she wouldn’t.

[dreamer]

love the way you added in the events form last nights eppy! awesome! loving it! :) :) :)

[lost4life]

great job!The fic made me cry though, remembering hurt boone, but great chapter, more please?*shoves out bowl, yet again, and waits for it to be filled*

[nsmith12916]

man! Loved the monster scene! really good! Please write more!!!!!

[Nikiwi]

Oi! Are you guys always online or something? Thanks! I didn't think you'd like this chapter. I'm pretty sure it wasn't my best, but as I said...major changes to fit in with last night's eppy. Ugh! But thanks! :) :lotsalove:

[lost4life]

not always but.....lol, more please?=)

[Jade]

Loved this chapter! Absolute awesomness! :D thanks for updating!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks a bunch! Oh, I do love replies! *smiles dorkily* Ahem. I mean *smiles dreamily* lol I need one more reply before Chapter 13 goes up! Wow. I was going to integrate her into the happenings of the show, but I didn't know I was going to have to do it this fast! Oi! Okay. My mom thinks I'm on the homeschooling site right now, so Shhhhhh!

Edit: K. Well, I can't stay long. I just wanted to say to whoever rated my fic as excellent: thanks so much! Aw! This means a lot to me, even though I don't really know who rated it! :lotsalove: Now I'm all happy. This made my day! :)

[October Sky]

Had two or three chapters to catch up on. I loved it! I like how you can write Sawyer/Dedriee(I'll eventually learn to spell her name) without writing an actual romance. That's what you're trying to do, right? I think your fic is excellent too! And yeah, when I'm not at school, I'm on-line as much as possible.

[Nikiwi]

lol It's hard to write a guy/girl relationship without putting any shipper goodness in there! I keep wanting to put in these things, but they'll sound too much like a bf/gf relationship! Gah! Thanks! Her name is pretty hard to spell...and pronounce! I'm still not sure if you pronounce the first "r" or if it's silent. Oh, well! Thanks! I'll post the next chapter soon! :) :lotsalove:

[Nikiwi]

Yay! It's Chapter 13!!! Well, I'm still weaving this into the Boone-dying storyline, but this might be the last chapter. Then again, it might not. But this is basically right after DNH ended, so...
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Deirdre stumbled into the caves, trying to hide the scratches on her arms and leg. She looked around for something to cover her arms up with and grabbed a hoodie that she’d left there a few nights ago. She noticed that Jack was in the tent with Sun, pale and clammy. Deirdre approached him quietly, trying not to break the silence of the caves. It was an awkward silence, too, like no one could bear to talk.
“Jack, I couldn’t find…Kate,” Deirdre said as Kate walked up behind Jack.
“Is your head alright?” Jack asked, though he really didn’t sound like he cared. He was too upset about something. Deirdre reached up and felt a slice.
“Yeah. Must’ve hit a branch on my way back. What’s wrong?” Deirdre asked, covering the cut up with some loose hair. Jack and Kate exchanged a glance and motioned for her to come inside the caves. Deirdre warily walked inside and stopped short. Boone was lying on a blanket, apparently dead. Shannon was sitting next to him, sobbing.
Deirdre bit back a sob as she remembered all the bad blood between her and Boone. All the times he’d yelled at her and all the times she’d yelled back. The names she’d called him to his face and behind his back. The insulting glances and horrible fights. Well, the horrible fight, anyway. She regretted every moment of it, and wanted nothing more than to tell Boone that she was sorry. It was a phrase that barely escaped her lips, and when it did, it was usually only in situations like this. But she wished she could say it to Boone right now.
Deirdre knew better than anyone how horrible it was to lose a loved one. She’d lost so much over the years – not just her parents. But that didn’t take any of the pain away. This was just as unexpected as all the other times, and what made it even worse was that she couldn’t run from it. One of their own, one of the survivors, had been killed. They had been attacked before, but it hadn’t been so close as now. And she couldn’t run. She couldn’t hide. She couldn’t even leave the freaking island. All she could do was lend her comfort.
“Shannon,” Deirdre said as she walked up. “I’m so sorry,” she said, winding at how cliché that sounded. Shannon didn’t notice her at first, but then looked up hopefully.
“You- you can help. You can bring him back,” Shannon said, life filling her clear blue eyes.
“But I-” Deirdre started.
“You’ve done it before. Please,” Shannon begged, her voice quivering the tiniest bit. Deirdre looked at her a long moment, sighed, and nodded.
She knelt on the ground beside Boone, took his battered head in one arm and his hand in the other. Her heart raced as she realized she’d never done anything like this. Walt and Sawyer had only been gone a minute, maximum. Boone had been dead for hours, at least. Was it too late? She’d never done anything with this amount of injuries, either. Boone had literally been crushed. Could she heal all of them? Or would she only be able to bring him back so Shannon could watch him die again? But she had to at least try.
“Come back, Boone,” Deirdre said, touching her forehead to his. She tried to call him back. She felt that familiar flicker of life in her go into him, but something was wrong. It was too much. Boone had been gone for too long. He needed too much. Deirdre felt herself growing weaker already. It was like her mind was shutting down. Her heartbeat slowed and her senses dulled. This had never happened before. Boone was taking too much. If she gave him all he needed, there wouldn’t be any for her to keep. She wouldn’t survive. She started to panic and tore away, throwing herself back.
“Did it work? Did you bring him back?” she heard Shannon ask as her senses came back to normal.
“I-I’m sorry, Shannon,” Deirdre said, this time actually apologizing.
“What do you mean? You won’t do it?” Shannon asked, panic and anger rising up in her voice.
“I can’t,” Deirdre said pitifully.
“Why not? You’ve done this twice before. Does it only work on people you like?” Shannon asked angrily.
“I-“ Deirdre started, unable to come up with words. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one, and she knew the anger that came with it. She also knew that there really were no words that could help take that anger away.
“I know you hated my brother. Are you refusing to help him or something?” Shannon asked incredulously.
“He’s been gone too long, Shannon. I can’t help,” Deirdre said, knowing it wouldn’t help. Nothing would in these initial stages of grief. First came shock. Then anger.
“You little b****! How can you do this?” Shannon screamed, slapping Deirdre across the face. “He’s my brother, and you’re just gonna leave him like that?!” she cried, beating at Deirdre with her fists. Deirdre felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she bit her lip, trying not to cry. Sayid came and pulled Shannon against him, whispering comforting words in her ear. She dissolved into tears, leaning solely on Sayid for support. He held her close and kissed her forehead.
“I hate you,” Shannon said, glaring at Deirdre through her tears. “I hate you.”
Deirdre looked at Shannon. She knew it was only the grief talking. The real Shannon – the island Shannon – would never say those things. But it still hurt. It hurt to be the “murderer.” The one responsible for the death. She’d always hated the man who’d killed her parents – even though she hadn’t known him until a few days ago. She’d always wanted to make him suffer and pay. Now she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of the hatred.
Deirdre backed away a little. She was so alone. She couldn’t do this without Sawyer. He was supposed to be there. He was the only person on this God-forsaken island who made her feel like she was worth anything. Made her feel like she was wanted. Like she was good. Like she was loved.
Deirdre ran back to Sawyer’s tent and secured the flap tightly. Tight enough to block out the world. She grabbed Sawyer’s black shirt – the one that reminded her so much of him – and curled up on his blanket, like she used to do when her dad would stay out too late. Somehow, she felt closer to him here. In his tent. Surrounded by his things. Clutching his shirt. She drifted off to sleep pretending Sawyer was there.

[Jade]

This was a really good chapter...But she couldn't save Boone awww that's sad...:( But an excellent chapter none the less! Really loving this fic, update soon!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks! I know. When I started this fic and realized that someone would die. I was like "Oh, crap!" Cause it wouldn't quite mess with Deirdre's whole thing, now, would it? But thanks!

[dreamer]

aww poor shannon, i loved your talke on her grief for boone, loved that chapter darling also mus tsay i loved this line “Why not? You’ve done this twice before. Does it only work on people you like?” keep up the awesome work! :)

[lost4life]

i loved it!it made me crY, why are fics making me cry so much?I just dont know!!*sobs, then taKES a minute to compose self*no, scratch that, i do, its how everyone has every1 sad about dead boone, and the fact you guys write the scenes so beautifully, more pretty please soon?

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks guys! I cry a lot over fics, too. Telling yourself that it's only a story doesn't help!!! Oi! And I liked that line, too, dreamer! Oh! I do love replies! I have yet to know who rated my story? (I'm happy not mad. lol) I just wanted to know so I can thank you! Alrighty then.

[Pie]

Awe! I was wondering how you would incorporate Sidra's...talents...into that part of the story. Great job! You deserve a sticker! *holds out sticker* :D

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks! *takes sticker and slaps it proudly on shirt* What kinda sticker is it?

[Jade]

I rated it Excellent :P But I think someone else rated it first...:D

[lost4life]

we all voted excellent, cause that what your fic is!!more soon pretty please? *puppy dog face*

[October Sky]

Wow, evertime I come in here, there's more! That chapter was so sad..but so realistic..Deirdree's(Ah! The spelling!) going to need some major therapy after this..

[Marystat]

Finally got to read these chapters...woah..brilliant stuff..and the events from the last eppy so nicely woven into the fic :)

[nsmith12916]

Wow! Rally good Chapter! The part of shannon we never really saw! I thought at first you were going to bring him back, but the you didn't> I was like "That would be kind of strange if you had the dead character come back!" lol I have to try and weave the new epispdes into my fanfic too. That will be really hard! But I wont have to do it until towards the end!

GREEEEEAAAAATTTT JOOOOOOOOB! MOOOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEE!

I'll give you a chocolate chip cookie and a golden sticker! Pleeeeeaaaasssse! :p

[Nikiwi]

Gah! Already, all these replies! Oi! And thanks to Jade and lost4life! Aw! Now I'm really happy! :) :) :) :) Well, fine. Then next chapter'll be up in an hour or so! And nsimth, I'll take that cookie and sticker when I'm done, K? I can never resist sugar! lol I feel sooo loved! :lotsalove: (I know, dorky, huh?)

[October Sky]

Yay! Right around my lunch time:) If I'm still able to get on..

[Nikiwi]

Yay! It's Chapter 14! Well, this one's short, but the next one will be up as soon as five replies roll in! Luv y'all! :lotsalove: :smooch:
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When Deirdre woke up, Sawyer still wasn’t back yet. He’d gone off before she’d gotten back, but no one seemed to have seen him since. He’d gone and gotten himself lost again. Maybe. Or maybe something worse had happened. He could be hurt. Or dead, even. How would he take care of her then? He would he be her “hero” if he was dead. Like Boone? He’d promised. Or maybe he’d just decided to stay at the caves. No. No, he wouldn’t leave her here without telling her. Would he? She really didn’t know everything about him. She’d only been friends with him for about a week. What if he’d gotten tired of their innocent little friendship? What if he was just trying to get away from her?
Deirdre slowly reached under the neckline of her shirt and pulled out a small gold chain. She’d had it for years, but rarely ever looked at it. A locket. She slowly clicked it open and looked at the two pictures inside. Pictures of two graves in a gloomy cemetery. Her parents’ graves. She wasn’t obsessed with death or anything. It was just to remind her of what could happen. What did happen to the people she loved. It made sure she’d never take anything for granted. Never let her guard completely down because there was always the chance that whatever – or whoever – she loved would be snatched away.
Deirdre looked around and quickly dropped the locket back under her neckline. It was night. Everyone was asleep. And Sawyer still wasn’t back. Deirdre’s heart thudded in her chest, telling her the things she never wanted to hear.
Thump – Sawyer – thump – is – thump – dead – thump – dead – thump – DEAD!
Deirdre shook her head and made sure everyone at camp was asleep. She was going to find him. Going to bring him back. Going to make sure that nothing she loved would ever be ripped away again. She grabbed her black leather pants, which she rarely wore – and a black shirt. Better to go unseen in this than have the whole camp following her. She pulled her hair back in a pony tail and checked again in case anyone had stirred. When she was sure the coast was clear, she dashed out of the tent and into the trees. To Sawyer.
Deirdre walked quickly through the trees. She needed to find Sawyer quickly, but she didn’t want to miss anything. Her feet barely touched the ground as she silently padded over the leaves and tree trunks. The moon was blotted out by storm clouds, making it even harder to spot her stealthy movements.
She looked around and tried to find some sort of sign as to which way to go. She could wander in this jungle for days and not find Sawyer. He could be anywhere. How would she find him? How would she help him? How would she save him?
“Give me some sort of sign, Sassy,” Deirdre muttered under her breath. She looked through the trees again, more closely. Still, there was nothing. Where was he?
“Maybe you should try going that way,” a voice from behind her said. Deirdre spun around to see Locke standing behind her with that look. That horrible knowing look that said he was up to something.
“What? Last time you gave me directions, you lead me to Fluffy or whatever that thing is,” Deirdre said, rounding on him.
“I pointed you in the right direction, you just happened to intersect the monster,” Locke said matter-of-factly.
“Yeah. Well, you’ve done a whole lot of pointing when it comes to me,” Deirdre said.
“Yes, I have, but only because you’ve needed it. Now, maybe you should try that path,” Locke said, pointing down a little dear-path to her right.
“I don’t think so. I’ve had enough quality time with your pet,” Deirdre said, heading in the opposite direction. Locke just continued to stare at her until she was out of sight. She kept walking for a while, hoping she’d made the right decision in not listening to Locke. Deirdre came into a clearing and looked around. On the ground lay a body with a white striped button-up shirt and jeans.
“Sawyer!” Deirdre cried, running up to him. She turned him over and checked for a pulse. She relaxed a little when she felt the familiar thumping under Sawyer’s skin. As her hand touched his forehead, she recoiled it in surprise. He was burning up. His breath was like fire, and his skin was superheated. What had happened to him?

[lost4life]

dun- da-dun-dun-DUN!!!!!!!!!!what happened to sawyer?will he live? tell me!!!!*grr RAWR!!*pretty please more soon with sundae toppings, pudd'in, gummy worms, and m&ms and sour skittles???!!!???*angel face then puppy dog look*

[October Sky]

FLUFFY! *hugs tightly* Thanks for bringing him home!

What did you do to my poor Sawyer?! Please let Deirdree save him..

And I still can't spell her name! Thanks for updating!

[Nikiwi]

You're close, October! Just take off the extra "e" at the end, and you're good! lol No prob. He wanted to come home anyway. And I would never do anything terrible to my precious Sawyer! I couldn't. Well, I did, once, but whatever! 3 more replies! :) Hey, nsmith, can I have the cookie and sticker now?

[Jade]

LOVED THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!! Cant wait for update!

[Pie]

What kinda sticker is it?

It's a very special sticker ;)

Great job with that last chapter, too.

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks guys! Ooh! A special sticker! *big dorky smile* I want it! I want it!

[nsmith12916]

Fine, you can have it! It's a golden star! Sorry if the cookie sucks! I baked them myself! lol

Seriously now, DON'T KILL SAWYER, or I'll take away the golden sticker! I love this! You have to add more soon!

*Puts more Crappy cookies in oven*

[Nikiwi]

Oh! Don't take away the sticker! I need the sticker! Waaaaahhhh!! *has temper tantrum* Oh, I don't care if the cookies are sucky. I can't resist sugar! lol I'll get the next chapter up soon, cause I think that's five. If it isn't, I just can't count. lol Thanks!

[Jade]

:D If it isn't five, then I'll post twice...just to make sure ;) Hey nsmith12916 where's my cookie :P

Seriously loving this fic! Have you posted it at Fanfic.net yet?

[Nikiwi]

Aw, thank you! Nope, not at any other site. Do you think I should? So, I'll have the next chapter up shortly! :) You guys just keep coming! lol

[Jade]

Yeah you should definatly put it up over at fanfiction.net you'd get a million reviews for it there!

[elaineykins]

i want a cookie & a sticker

[nsmith12916]

Nikiwi, I din't know what you should do. I put mine up at FanFiction.net and only got 1 reply!

But yours would probably get much more!

Here, It gets soooo much more traffic!

*Gives Nikiwi back sticker, and a pan of burnt cookies!*

[Nikiwi]

Oh...thanks for these...wonderful cookies...o_O And thanks. I'm gonna put it up at fanfiction.net. I just got an account there! :) It's pretty cool...I'm gonna post it now! Alrighty then...the next chapter'll be up soon! :) Thanks for your patience!

[October Sky]

Yay, new chapter! *claps* Nobody post as much as they used to..

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Well, I'm still writing the next chapter, but my dad's comandeered the compy it's on. So...we'll just have to wait for him to get off.
Oh! So, I'm on fanfiction.net, and I was just wondering, how do you navagate it? I mean, I'm all confused, but then again, I'm really dull, so...

[October Sky]

Are you trying to read stories or post stories? If you just signed up, you have to wait three days to post, just to let you know..

[Nikiwi]

Oh! Okay. That explains it! Yeah. I've just been reading so far, but it wouldn't let me post, so...thanks!

[October Sky]

Need a good read? I have some stories there..actually, like 20..lol..

[Nikiwi]

Yay! I know, I'm double-posting! But I just finished the Chapter! :) So, still gonna wait for five replies. Hope you like it. Yadda yadda yadda! Here ya go! :)
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“Sawyer,” Deirdre said quietly as she felt his breath on her hand. It was shallow and hot, but at least he was breathing. She took his hand and felt scratches on it. She turned it over and saw cuts going all up his arm.
“G**, what happened to you?” Deirdre wondered aloud, following the cuts over his shoulder and onto his chest and back. She quickly pulled his shirt off and tore it into strips. He needed bandages, and he looked better with his shirt off than her. Deirdre wrapped his arm and torso up, working hard as big, fat raindrops splattered on their skin. Sawyer moaned painfully a couple of times, but didn’t move.
“Come on. We need to get you to Jack,” Deirdre said, putting Sawyer’s arm around her shoulder. She tried to drag him but only managed to get a few feet. He was just too heavy.
“Aright, then. We’ll just stay here,” Deirdre said, letting Sawyer lay back on the ground. It started to rain in earnest then, her hair and clothes getting soaked within minutes. She looked down and growled as she realized what a pain the leather would be if it dried on her. Deirdre’s hair was soaked, and her shirt was sticking to her skin. She must look like a drowned rat. But she didn’t care about that. She just needed to help Sawyer.
Deirdre had never paid attention in school. She never heard when the teacher taught them about CPR in Health. She certainly never knew if any of her teachers talked about curing a fever. Keeping him cool, maybe? Well, the rain was doing that perfectly. Deirdre crawled over to Sawyer and felt his forehead again. His fever hadn’t gone down at all.
Sawyer started wheezing a little, and Deirdre immediately knew what was happening. She quickly turned Sawyer onto his side just in time for him to wretch on the ground next to him. She’d seen it happen before with her “friends” who’d passed out after having too much to drink. And she’d had this duty before too. Making sure to turn them whenever they wretched so they didn’t choke or anything. Deirdre turned Sawyer on his back again and wiped off his face with a leaf. He was still out like a light, and he didn’t look like he’d be waking up any time soon.
But what had happened to him? It looked like a polar bear had gotten hold of him. But if that had happened, wouldn’t he be dead? And why would he be sick? Maybe one of his wounds had gotten infected. Deirdre quickly searched Sawyer’s torso and found the culprit. There was a long spine sticking out of his side that Locke had identified as poisonous on their excursion in the jungle. But why was he all scratched up? Deirdre shook her head and decided to wait until Sawyer woke up so he could tell her what happened. And he would wake up. She pulled the spine out of Sawyer’s side and sat back, waiting.

Two hours later, Sawyer still hadn’t woken up. She’d had to turn him over a few more times, but the rain quickly washed away all evidence of that. Deirdre was shivering and realized how hungry she was. Sawyer would be hungry when he woke up, too. She pulled herself off the ground, made sure there weren’t any bears or “others” wandering around, and walked back where she’d come from to find some fruit.
Deirdre came into the clearing and started grabbing fruit off the trees. She turned around to find herself standing right in front of the little path Locke had directed her toward earlier. She looked around to make sure Batman himself wasn’t anywhere near and silently crept through the trees.
The path lead to another small clearing, not yet discovered by the group. Locke kneeled in the middle, bending over some sort of hatch or door. It had one small window, and a light shown out from inside. Deirdre watched Locke sit there for a few minutes, mumbling some inaudible conversation with this mysterious door. He suddenly got up and began to come her way, down the path. Deirdre ran through the trees, hoping that Locke hadn’t spotted her.
She’d run a minute when she realized that she didn’t know which way was back to Sawyer. She’d taken several turns along her way, trying to avoid trees and brush. She took a few wary steps forward and gasped. A small by-plane was crushed on the ground in front of her. Deirdre ran up to it and saw some heroine inside. There was blood at the base, and Deirdre realized it was Boone’s. He hadn’t fallen off a cliff. He’d been crushed under this thing. Which meant that Locke had lied. If Locke had lied about how Boone died, could he have perhaps been the cause? What else had he been lying about?
Deirdre heard a few rustles, but couldn’t tell what they were over the rain. She decided to get out of here. Go back the way she came. Maybe she’d find Sawyer. Deirdre ran back until she found the clearing with the hatch. She didn’t stay to investigate. She’d come back later, and Locke could turn up at any minute. She didn’t need his tricks directed at her. Besides, she needed to get back to Sawyer.
Deirdre found Sawyer in the clearing only a few seconds later. She knelt down beside him and felt his forehead. His fever hadn’t gone down, but she’d stay with him until it did. Then, she’d find out what Locke was really up to.

[dreamer]

amazing chapter, i do have a request thoug....don't kill saywer please please don't ....

[Nikiwi]

lol I'll see what I can do..;)

[October Sky]

o.O Locke's in trouble..but don't kill Sawyer! Please?

[nsmith12916]

Dun..Dun..Dun! Bye Bye Mr. Locke! *Waves goodbye*

As usual, AMAZING chapter! Please write more soon! *Hands Nikiwi another cookie and sticker(This ones oatmeal raisen)*

[Jade]

Loved this chapter!!! :D This fic keeps getting better and better! :D Loving the Sawyer\Deirdre father\daughter type...relationship/
Can't wait for the update!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks guys! And nsmith, thanks for the cookie! I don't think I've ever tried otmeal/raisin before! And thanks guys! I'm still holding out for one more reply before the next chapter comes a swingin' along! ;)

[October Sky]

Ah! No! Why does everyone do this? Be happy with the reviewers you have! Don't torture us! *melts* I must know if my poor Sawyer's all right!

[dreamer]

you rock, there's your reply now getta to writing, i can't wait no more! :) lol! :)

[Nikiwi]

Well, I gotta to get replies! I was only getting, like, three replies before I started demanding!
And I meant replies from people who haven't replied to this chapter yet. I know there are more people out there! C'mon!

[dreamer]

lol, darn it i was hoping it was gonna work oh well! c'mon ppl i know you read this story! post already.......lol!

[lost4life]

i will reply!amazing fantastic and spectacular chapter nikwi!!and just to convince you too add a post i too will give you goodie, but, this is a CUPCAKE! with sundae toppings, pudd'n, sour skittles, m&ms, gummy worms, and a chocolate cream egg on top!Pretty please more soon?=)

[Nikiwi]

Well, I'll take that, lost4life. Just let me get the next chapter up! I wasn't expecting so many replies so fast!!!
Oh, and just a little side note:
THIS IS MY 1000TH POST!!!
:lotsalove :hug2: :flowers2: :cloud9: :rotflol: :clap: :letsparty :type: :type: :dance2: :waves: :flowers: :banana: :grouphug: :smooch: :thud: :coolguy: :tiphat: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :crackup:
Sorry!
Well, this is just a milestone for me, and I wanted to share it with you! :) De next chapter be up in de few minuts! :) :)

[lost4life]

happy 1000 post nicole!!*does happy dance and raises glass in toast* May you have many more milestone celebrations here at lost forum,. and il be waiting for that chapter=)

[nsmith12916]

Nice! 1000 posts! I can't wait till I get there! You do like 50 posts a day Nikiwi so you can get there fast! i think it too you like less than too months! Jeez! *Claps for Nikiwi!* :D :thud: :coolguy: :tiphat: :banana: :cloud9: :clap: :yourock: :flowers: :waves: :letsparty :bowdown: :grouphug:

*Checks watch impatiently, waiting for next chapter*

[dreamer]

well i got here late cause your already at 1,001 but i'lll still say congrats on your thousandth post! :clap: :dance2: :waves: :tiphat: ***Now...if she would only update***

[lost4life]

NICOLE!! its 2morrow already and i have yet to see a post!*tapps feet impatiently*
more soon pretty please?I'l give you a chocolate cream egg and a sundae, and, a cookie, and all the usual toppings , plus a lolipop and a sticker! you like? * waves tray in front of nikiwi*

[Nikiwi]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know you were waiting for it last night, but my parents went to bed early(I'm not allowed to stay up after my parents. :( ) And thanks guys! :) :lotsalove: I know. I'm doing, like, 18 posts per day! 1000 posts in just under 2 months! Gosh, it's just because I have absolutely nothing else to do all day. I need a life! But thanks! Alright. I'll tak that lollipop, lost4life!
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Deirdre sat with Sawyer for hours, only eating what she could get off the trees around her. She couldn’t leave Sawyer again and run the risk of something happening to him while she wasn’t around. At least, if she was with him, she could try to protect him. If Sawyer died because she’d gone off to get a piece of fruit, she’d never be able to live with herself. If he died.
Deirdre looked at Sawyer and felt his forehead again. His fever hadn’t gone down by much. It was still dangerously high, and she needed to get him to Jack. But she couldn’t carry him. No matter how strong she thought she was, she couldn’t carry someone bigger than her. And he certainly wasn’t going to be supporting himself any time soon.
She just wished he would wake up. He needed to wake up. To show some sign of life. She show her that he was still really alive. And not just breathing or having blood pumping through her veins. Really alive, sarcastic quips and all. She needed to see that annoying light in his eyes and hear that lilt in his voice that made her want to hug him and jump off a cliff at the same time.
Deirdre slowly pulled her little gold chain out from under her shirt. She looked at the two pictures that made her want to stay on this island more than anything. She hated looking at these pictures. She hated knowing they were hanging off her neck. But she needed them. She needed to remember what always happened to the people she loved. She was like a curse, reigning terror down on everyone she loved. And on everyone who loved her.
Was that happening to Sawyer now? Was he dying because of her? Was it her “curse?” It probably was. He was going to die because of her. Because she always hurt everyone, even if she didn’t mean to. Even if she didn’t want to.
Deirdre’s pity party was interrupted by a moan from behind her. She turned quickly to see Sawyer looking around, confused. He saw her and gave her a questioning look before she threw her arms around his neck.
“Sawyer!” she cried, knocking the wind out of him with her force. He coughed and tried to smile.
“Hello to you, too, Curley,” he choked out. “Would you mind unblocking my airway?”
“Sorry,” Deirdre said, pulling away from him. Sawyer caught his breath and winced as he tried to sit up.
“What happened to you?” Deirdre asked, looking again at the cuts all over Sawyer’s torso.
“Not quite sure, myself. All I remember is a pain in my side, then, I was out,” Sawyer said.
“That pain was probably from this,” Deirdre said, showing him the spine. “You might’ve fallen on it.”
“I didn’t fall on anything, Curley. That stuck me while I was walking,” Sawyer said, incredulous that she thought he could be that clumsy.
“Are you sure? This was in pretty deep. You couldn’t have just run into it,” Deirdre said, examining the needle.
“Well, what does that mean, Nancy Drew?”
“It means that someone stabbed you with this. And I think I know who.”
“Really? And who would that person be?” Sawyer asked.
“I’ll tell you when Jack’s had a look at you. Right now, we just need to get back to camp. Can you walk?” Deirdre asked, helping Sawyer to his feet. He winced and almost fell, but she supported him.
“What happened?” Jack asked when they walked into the caves.
“We don’t know. Only that someone stabbed him with this,” Deirdre said, showing Jack the spine. He looked at it then at Sawyer.
“And what about these,” Jack asked, pointing to the cuts. Sawyer responded with some sarcastic remark, but Deirdre didn’t hear what it was. She was sneaking back into the jungle.
Locke was the only one in camp who knew about those needles. He was also the only other person who seemed to like taking mysterious walks in the jungle. Which meant that he was the only person who could’ve been able to stab Sawyer. If that was true, she needed to find him. She needed to know what the heck was going on with him. She needed to know what he was doing around the hatch and why he lied about Boone. So many questions about one person. None of them would get answered without some investigation.
Deirdre walked to the clearing where she’d seen Locke the night before. The path was still there, only partially covered up by some brush. Deirdre pushed the branches aside and walked down the path, hoping to see Locke there again. He wasn’t.
Deirdre quietly walked up to the hatch and looked at it. It looked like a submarine door or some water-tight seal. The door wouldn’t budge, but she noticed an inscription on the side. 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. What?
She was about to leave when she felt a pain in the back of her neck like something was sticking into it. She felt where the pain was and touched a long needle being pulled out of her skin. She turned around as her arms and legs started to go numb to see Locke standing behind her with a sad look on his face.
“I’m sorry, Sidra,” he said as her vision went blurry. She collapsed on the ground near the hatch as Locke walked back down the path.
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There. Are you happy that Sawyer didn't die?

[lost4life]

Yes, but she cant die either!me wants chapter 16!NOW!!i'll give you another lollipop?
*waves lollipop in front of face*

[October Sky]

:eek: *agrees with Lost4life* It's because I can't spell her name, right? I'll try harder, I promise!

[Nikiwi]

lol I want the lolipops, but I need 3 more replies! That's my standard as a writer, and I'm not backing down. It shouldn't be too hard. I KNOW more people are reading this thread! *Souron voice* I see you. *end voice*

[October Sky]

Aw, don't be too hard! Be happy with the reviewers you have, sitting here, needing to know that their OC is all right! *scolds* Stupid Locke..

[Nikiwi]

Yupyup! Stupid Locke. I don't hate him...He's just acting really evil right now. And besides, the chapter's only been up for two hours...about. The replies will come, they always have. This is just so I don't over-post. I've done that in the past...

[elaineykins]

i want the next chapter if u dont i mite start singing & u really dont want tht trust me

[Nikiwi]

Aw! I'm sure it's not THAT bad! I need 2 more replies!

[nsmith12916]

She Can't Die! Please more Soon!

[October Sky]

Okay, here, if you insist, second reply!

[Nikiwi]

Okay! Okay! Let me make sure it's good to go!

[dreamer]

locke is horrible, i say u should kill him! :) love the chapter.

[nsmith12916]

Yeah, You have five replies! Please put up chapter 17!

*My spork army IS at the ready and I will NOT hesitate to set them upon you.

MORE! *Has temper tantrum*

[Nikiwi]

Sorry it took me so long! But it's up, so, please! Keep the sporks away! I can't write if I'm being attacked by sporks, now can I? Well, this one's really short, but you'll see. Here...
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Sidra eagerly grabbed the bar that stretched protectively across her lap at the thrill ride started to spin. Normally, a seven-year-old like her wouldn’t want to go on a fast ride like this, but she loved thrills. And Chaos was the perfect thing for that.
The ride started to spin around and turn the riders on their sides. Lights blared around her and people swept fast, but Sidra wanted more. She and her dad rocked back and fourth, spinning their seats around in little circles as the ride went in big ones. She got dizzy and lightheaded, and she loved it. She loved the loose feeling of whirling around like this. Of having nothing to hold on to but her seat. Of spinning so fast she couldn’t see straight.
But she wasn’t on Chaos anymore. She was on the island, supposedly. Deirdre didn’t really know where she was. She felt like she was still on Chaos, spinning around until all the noises and people blurred together so she couldn’t pick one out of the mass. She didn’t want to open her eyes. Seeing everything whizzing by her would just make it worse.
She knew she was laying down, but she didn’t feel like it. It was ten times worse than being drunk. She thought she could hear people talking around her. Maybe even familiar voices, but she couldn’t pick them out. She couldn’t tell if it was night or day. She couldn’t talk because her tongue wouldn’t work. She couldn’t move because her arms and legs wouldn’t work.
She felt like she was on fire and frozen at the same time. Her mind was reeling with memories suddenly coming and fading. Every few seconds, she’d feel a stabbing pain. It never showed up in the same place twice. Sometimes, it would be on her should, and the next, it would be on her leg. She tried to cry out. To ask what was wrong, but it just turned into unintelligible noises because she couldn’t make her tongue form the words. She could feel all the pain in her body, but didn’t have any control over it.
Deirdre felt two strong hands gripping her, helping to stop the spinning. They held her tightly and shook her, trying to get some response. She could hear some muffled words like the person was shouting, but she couldn’t understand. She tried to squeeze her eyes open. To see who was holding her. But she couldn’t do that either. She couldn’t do anything.
A sudden memory of Jin holding her mother with a gun raced into her mind. She could hear the gun going off and feel her mother’s blood splattering all over her. It was like it was happening all over again. She screamed and tried to struggle out of whoever had her in their grasp. Her movements turned into jerky spasms, shaking her entire body. Her arms and legs twitched madly, throwing the person away from her. Soon, there were more hands on her, trying to hold her down. More people were shouting, but she couldn’t tell a word they were saying. All she could feel was the terror of watching her parents die over and over and over again.

[lost4life]

i LOVED IT!great job! and nicole, the sporks could just poke you till you write more chapters *evil grin* More soon?Whats gonna happen? where is she? whos holding her down? I NEED ANSWERS, g*d dammit! PRetty please more soon? I'l give you another lollipop!
(above the word god was bleeped because i was not sure if that would offend anyone. If it does I am sincerely sorry and will remove it if there is a complaint. )

[Pie]

Woot! Great chapter. Dang, that would suck. Not being able to move or talk or see at all? :eek:

[nsmith12916]

I Complain! I am really Christian, and I hate when God's name is taken in vain. Not to be rude in asking, but I kind of would like you to take it out.

Not to be a hypocryte or anything, since I talke God's name in vain in my fanfic, but I myself try to use other...er...supplements.

No, Nikiwi! What they HECK is going on with Dierdre(sorry if I spelled that wrong!) Ill make you a deal...you put up more, and I'll put up the scene that I have finished for chapter 7. It's only Scene one...but hey, I haven't had time to finish. DEAL?

GREAT CHAPT. AS ALWAYS! PLEASE WRITE MORE SOON *BEGS ON KNEES*

[elaineykins]

i think u shud listen 2 the spork king & write more yay this is the greatest fanfic ever created

[Nikiwi]

Alright! Alright! And lost4life, it doesn't really offend me when someone says that, but I don't really like it. I usually say gosh or something dorky like that. (If you couldn't tell, I'm a Christian. I was going to put the whole verse up under my sig, but it said I had too many characters! Oi!)
nsmith, you're doing a lot of begging, aren't you? But alright, I'll put up the next chapter once I'm done with my homeschooling. (My mom set up this "two-hours-on one-hour-off until, like 5PM!)
And elaineykins, thanks so much! I think I will listen to the spork king. :bowdown:
Pie: yeah, that would suck. I'd get sooooo crazy just sitting there! Not hearing or talking or moving...kinda like that guy, Pavain, on the last season of Angel. You remember, they locked him in this room with one window and he couldn't move or talk, but they made sure he stayed alive for years. THAT is torture!

[Shannon]

I'm about 4 chapters into this story but I just have to say, it is beautifully written and intriging. Love it! The connention between Sawyer and Deirdre is very interesting an dkeeps me coming back for more. Can't wait for the next installment!

[Nikiwi]

Aw! Thanks! *evil voice* My brilliant plan has ensnared another one!!! *end evil voice* Glad you took the time to post! I know, it's a long read. I tried the read it all the way through...I'm on chapter six! lol

[Nikiwi]

Yay! Chapter 18's up! Sorry about the wait! Stupid school. Well, just go ahead and read! :)
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As Deirdre’s convulsions continued, something cold and sticky was rubbed around her collarbone. The fumes reached her nose, and the spasms in her body slowly ceased. She lay still, trying to ask what was wrong with her. She tried to call out for Sawyer, but only moans came out, her mouth not forming any words. She could hear clearly enough to make out some words, but she couldn’t tell who was talking.
“What’s goin’ on, Doc?”
“I don’t know. Has she told you about any of this happening before?”
“No. Nothing.”
“Well, we need to find out. I need to start treating her soon, but I can’t if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Deirdre wanted to tell him what was wrong. She wanted to scream out that it was Locke, but just like last time, all that came out were unintelligible groaning noises. The voices stopped talking, and someone was sitting next to her. A hand touched her forehead, and someone talked about a fever.
Perfect. She never felt her fever until someone mentioned it. She suddenly felt too hot. Like she was on fire. She had to cool herself down somehow, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do it herself, and she couldn’t tell anyone around what to do. She started to spin again, and almost lost contact with whoever was near her. She couldn’t hear the two people who’d started talking again. She couldn’t feel any anchor to reality and started drifting off.

Sidra was laying on her bed, hoping her daddy would bring her some juice soon. He’d said he would. She was sick, and she needed to be taken care of. They had let her stay home from school today, after all.
She could hear her daddy talking to her mommy in the room next door. They were talking really loudly, but her mommy had said that when they did that, they were just having a discussing. Whatever that meant.
They were talking ever louder, and they sounded mad. Were they mad at her? Were they mad because she hadn’t gone to school today? Sidra slipped out of her bed and sneaked out of her room and to the door to her mommy and daddy’s room. Her mommy was talking in the voice she used on Sidra. When she said she “wasn’t mad but just disappointed.”
“James, I can’t believe you’re doing this again. This is the third time,” her mommy was saying.
“It’ll be alright, Anni. I’ve done this before,” her daddy said.
“Don’t talk to me like that. Embezzling money isn’t something to joke around with. You know your boss,” her mommy said.
“My boss will never find out. Look, I’ve got the money transferring already. No one will trace it to us.”
“And what if they do? What if they find out what you’ve been doing and come after us?”
“They won’t hurt me. We have an agreement,” her daddy said.
“What about Sidra? What about me? You may be secure, but we’re not, James. Think of your family,” her mommy said.
“I am thinking of my family, Anni. You think I’m doing this for kicks? We need the money,” her daddy said.
“You mean you need the money. We’ll be just as fine on our own.”
“What are you saying?” her daddy asked in a scared voice.
“James, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending everything’s alright when I’m scared out of my mind. I won’t let you hurt Sidra,” her mommy said.
“I would never hurt Sidra. You know I love her more than anything in the world,” her daddy said.
“No, you don’t. Or you wouldn’t be doing this. And if this doesn’t stop, I’m going to.”
“You’re going to leave me? Where will you go?” her daddy asked.
“I can go to my mom’s house. She’s always loved to take care of Sidra,” her mommy said.
“No, you can’t do that! You can’t take my daughter away from me!” her daddy said angrily.
“If this doesn’t stop, I will. Make your decision. Your family or your money,” her mommy said, walking toward the door. Sidra ran into her room and jumped into bed, pretending not to have heard a word. She waited there for her daddy to bring her the juice now that he was done talking. He never came. She fell asleep waiting.

Deirdre stirred, managing to turn her head a few times. Someone came to her and pulled her up so they could hug her close. She stopped spinning and heard his voice.
“It’s gonna be alright, Curley. We’re gonna find out what’s wrong with you.”

[nsmith12916]

So her bad really did embezzle money! BAD JAMES!

Pleas ewrite more soon! I want to know what is goingto happen with Dierdre. Will she be okay?!?!?!? Add more soon!!!

[dreamer]

loving this, hurry up and write more.

[October Sky]

Aw..tear for DEIRDRE..did I get it right this time? Or Dierdre? Ah!

*bangs head on computer table*

I hope she turns out okay! Sorry I missed your post last night, my stupid internet decided it be cool if it cuts off whenever it wants..grr..

[nsmith12916]

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE! *Stomps around the room*

[Nikiwi]

Yay! October, you spelled it right the first time! *claps happily* Ah. Yes, our computers are always striving to get with the "in" crowd. lol
And yes, nsmith, bad James! *smcks James' head* Stupid, greedy little man! >:(

[Jade]

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU"RE MY HERO!

Hehe, Perfectly written...great character developments...I think i love you!

[Nikiwi]

Well, that would be kinda strange, wouldn't it? ;) lol Okay! I'll update it when I get the time! (I'm supposed to be doing schoolwork right now. *wink*)

[October Sky]

Lol.."so where did you two meet?"

"Oh I used to read her stories..and it went from there.."

J/k! Yay! I got it right! *does happy dance* Now if only it'll stay that way..

[Pie]

Awe, so so cute. I need a name for my ship, now. Swidra? Sweirdre? Hmmm...:confused:

[Nikiwi]

lol Dawyer? Riight. This isn't really meant to be a ship-type relationship, but I guess you could interpret it that way. Thanks! Next chapter'll be in a little bit. Chapter 19!? I can't believe it!

[Pie]

Dawyer! Ha! That sounds awsome...I guess I shall not ship them, than, if the author advises not to...

[Nikiwi]

lol She is only 15, after all. Sawyer's, what, late twenties - early thirties? A little old there. And she's a minor. I don't think the government would like that too much if they were ever rescued...

[Nikiwi]

Wow! I can't believe I'm making it this far! I didn't think anyone would read this! Thanks guys, for being so supportive! :smooch: Well, here's the next chapter!
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Deirdre stirred suddenly. Had she passed out? She really couldn’t tell when she was awake or asleep anymore. It all seemed the same to her. But something was different this time. She wasn’t spinning anymore. And she could hear the ocean crashing a few yards away. Was she better?
Deirdre hesitantly opened her eyes, wondering what sights would assault her vision. There was a bright blue tarp hanging over her head and a black suitcase off to her right. Sawyer’s tent. It looked like there hadn’t been much effort put into keeping the place clean lately. Like someone had been depressed or drunk. She’d seen it happen with her faster dad in New Hampshire. He’d get drunk, eat pizza and watch TV all day, and pass out on the couch at night. It wasn’t a pretty sight and usually left the same mess as the one in Sawyer’s tent right now.
What had happened while she’d been out of it. Had Sawyer gone missing? Had he downed a few too many of his airplane bottles? Was he even here? So many questions. Only one way to answer them. Deirdre propped herself up and looked around.
“Curley,” came a gruff, disbelieving voice from behind her. Deirdre took in a deep breath of the salty air and looked up to see Sawyer. He looked terrible. The fuzz on his chin had gotten way out of control, and his eyes looked tired and weary. He smelled like he hadn’t washed himself off in days.
“Hey, Sassy,” Deirdre said, trying to keep the mood light. It didn’t seem like Sawyer could take too much seriousness.
“I was wondering if you’d ever wake up,” Sawyer said.
“Why? You wanted to see my beautiful eyes again? How long have I been out?” she asked, rubbing her forehead.
“Long enough for me to know I should’ve killed you when I me you,” Sawyer said, his voice growing cold.
“What?” Deirdre asked, wondering if she’d misheard him or if he was joking. This didn’t seem like him.
“You heard me. You’ve been playing me from the beginning. I should’ve just killed you,” Sawyer said, moving toward her with steely eyes.
“Sawyer, what’re you doing?” Deirdre asked, moving toward the back of the tent. She felt her knife under a pile of clothes and grasped the handle tightly, hoping she wouldn’t have to use it.
“I’m doin’ what I should’ve done days ago. Don’t know why I didn’t see it then,” he said.
“Get away from me!” Deirdre shouted, pulling out the knife and holding it defensively in front of her.
“What’s goin’ on, Curley?” Sawyer asked, his normal self. Deirdre didn’t let go of the knife.
“You’re trying to kill me!” she screamed, suddenly feeling paranoid. Well, she had good reason to be. People were making death threats. How had this suddenly happening?
Sawyer called for Jack and warily looked at her. Calling for backup. He didn’t think he could take her alone. He was right. She’d kill him before he killed her. Jack came quickly and stopped short, seeing that she was awake and…kicking.
“Why is she still alive?” Jack asked angrily. So he was in on it, too? He saved lives. He shouldn’t be trying to kill her. Sun walked in carrying a makeshift pot. Even her? How many people were trying to kill her?
“She’s not dead yet?” Sun asked, looking around, amazed. Deirdre scurried farther away, holding the knife up higher.
“It’s alright, Deirdre. We’re here to help you,” Jack said, coming closer.
“Liar. You’re all trying to kill me!” she shouted. She would’ve run at him with the knife, but she started to get dizzy. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, too weak to move. She started to pass out at the others ran to her side. They were going to kill her now. She was sure of it. She only caught a few words in their conversation like “hallucinations” “poison” and “medicine.” So that was how she was going out. They were going to poison her. The last thing Deirdre saw before she passed out was Sawyer’s worried face. Worried that he wouldn’t get the job done.
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Sorry. I just love to drag this thing out. Your reactions are priceless! ;) I'm evil, I know.

[elaineykins]

ohhhhhh tht poor girl i feel more sorry her thn i do 4 me ( im not feelin good) :( & tht doesnt happen often plz make the next chapter happy i dont like depressed elaineykins

[Pie]

Dun Dun Dun...

[Jade]

wow.....I was confused...and sad..and confused...but I bet locke and his bloody green goop had something to do with this..am i right? lol...Thanks for updating!! CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART!

[dreamer]

wow, i like it. more i say, more. please.

[nsmith12916]

Awwwww! Poor Dierdre! What's going on with her! Please write more soon!

[Nikiwi]

Gosh you guys reply fast! It's only been up for a few hours, and BOOM! You're here! Alright. Well, I'll have the next chapter up soon. I wasn't expecting this many replies this fast!
And Locke might've had something to do with it. Don't worry. It'll get better. I just love to tease you guys. lol

[October Sky]

o.O Dream? Hallucination? Or is poor..Deirdree(right? Grr..) just confussed? Poor girl..*sniff* Can't wait for more

[Nikiwi]

October, you just put one extra "e" on the end. But yay! It's Chapter 20! I can not believe it's gotten this far! :banana: Thanks for giving me the motivation to get this far! Well, without further sappiness, I give you Chapter 20!
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“Do you think she’s back to normal?” a voice asked as Deirdre’s senses cleared.
“The medicine should’ve stopped her hallucinations. It’s a miracle she made it through, though,” another voice said.
“What ‘d’you mean?” the first voice asked in a worried tone. It sounded like Sawyer.
“She got a lethal dose of poison. Anyone else would’ve died from that. She’s just lucky all she got were hallucinations,” the second voice said. Jack. Deirdre stirred, getting the men’s attention. They both hurried over to her, looking at her intently.
“How do you feel?” Jack asked, looking at her pupils and checking her temperature.
“Like I just got over a bad case of the flu,” Deirdre said, propping herself up on her elbows. “What happened?”
“You were injected with some sort of poison. A strong hallucinogen. It was a pretty big amount,” Jack said.
“You seemed pretty out of it, Curley,” Sawyer said, clearly glad that she was finally awake and…alert.
“Well, getting stuck with a homemade batch of poison can do that to you,” Deirdre said, feeling the spot on the back of he neck where the syringe or whatever it was had poked her.
“Deirdre, I need to know who injected you. Did you see their face?” Jack asked urgently. Deirdre thought, trying to get through the haze still covering her mind. She was in the forest, walking down the path. There was a pain on her neck. She turned around and saw…
“Locke,” Deirdre said, remembering it all now. “There’s something out there. A door or a hatch or something with numbers on the side.”
“Locke? He hasn’t been around here in days. Ever since Boone died. He’s too afraid to show his face,” Jack said angrily.
“So, you know, then? About Boone?”
“I know he didn’t fall off a cliff. His wounds weren’t from a falling impact. He was crushed.”
“By a plane,” Deirdre said, remembering what else she’d seen in the jungle. Jack and Sawyer looked at her, taken aback.
“I saw it. A biplane. It looked like it had crashed. There was blood all over it. I think it just crashed, and Locke and Boone found it,” Deirdre said, sounding like an ominous detective. She’d always hated it in the movies when someone had revealed the mystery in that spooky tone of voice, but she couldn’t help it now. It just came naturally.
“You’re sayin’ a plane crashed on this island? What was in it?” Sawyer asked.
“There were some African markings on the side, and a bunch of heroine inside,” Deirdre said. “It looked like the radio had been used.”
“There was a radio? You didn’t try to use it?” Jack asked suddenly.
“It was night, getting geared up for a storm, and Locke was wandering free in the jungle. Of course I didn’t stick around. Besides, it was broken.”
“Once you’ve got your strength back, you can show us,” Jack said, disappointed that they wouldn’t be able to get a transmission out.
“No, I’ll show you now,” Deirdre said, trying to get up. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she fell back on the sand.
“No, you won’t. You may have been able to beat the poison, but you’re not fully recovered yet. We’ll wait,” Jack said firmly, helping her down on the sand. He walked out to get some water from the caves.
“You’ve been pretty quiet,” Deirdre commented to Sawyer, who was still standing there.
“I’ve been thinkin’,” Sawyer said quietly. “You know how long you were out of it?” Deirdre looked at him and shook her head, wondering what he was getting at.
“Four days. I thought I was gonna lose you for four days,” Sawyer said shakily.
“Well, I’m not. I’m gonna be fine and dandy, so you can just stop worrying,” Deirdre said, waving her hand casually.
“You just make sure that you don’t,” Sawyer said, regaining some of his normal sarcastic banter.
“Why? Were you worried about me?” Deirdre asked, a sly grin creasing across her face.
“Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t,” Sawyer said, sitting down beside her.
“Everyone knows that means yes, Sassy,” Deirdre said, rolling her eyes at Sawyer’s evasion.
“Well, maybe I was worried. Why’s that such a big deal?” Sawyer asked, almost getting defensive.
“Because it means you have a soft spot, and I’m it,” Deirdre said triumphantly.

[Jade]

That was awesome! Best chapter yet...:D:D:D:D Sawyer's got a soft spot awwwwwwwww...

I love this fic, it rocks!!! And all I'm doing now is gushing so....well written, and perfectly fitted in with the last episode of lost...I LOVE YOU!

[October Sky]

Aw..*claps* Loved that last line by.. DEIRDRE..right? AH! You're driving me insane here! I know the text is right above me, but it's like a personal goal now!

[Pie]

Awe, how sweet! Papa Sawyer. :lotsalove: Ya know who they remind me of? Logan and Rouge from X-men!

[Nikiwi]

lol But Rogue has a crush on Logan. And thanks guys! Yay! October, you got it right! *smiles happily* Well, Jade, I'm glad I got you gushing! :lotsalove:

[October Sky]

I got it right?! *VICTORY DANCE* :banana: Oh, and update soon!

[elaineykins]

awwwwww sooooo sweet

[Nikiwi]

Thanks guys! *joins October in victory dance* :banana: Thanks elainey! I'm gonna wait for one more reply...sorry!

[dreamer]

awesome, loving it! soo reminds me of logan/rouge.....

[elaineykins]

haha u got ur 1 more reply now u have 2 update mwahahahahahahaha

[nsmith12916]

Here' another reply!

Awwwwww, so cute! This is areally diff, side of Sawyer to see. Please add more soon! *Hands Nikiwi a...peanut butter cookie*

[Nikiwi]

OMG! You guys are like...bees! You're buzzing around, and whenever a new chapter comes, you jump on it! That's not a bad thing, just an observation. I would post my new chapter now, but I'm at Pie's house. Say "Hi Pie!" *pats Pie's back* I'm sleeping over, so don't expect another post until tomorrow. Sorry! But thanks for the revies.
And yeah, I do like this side of Sawyer. It's the softie side that we never get to see. *sighs* Goodbye all! See ya tomorrow!

[nsmith12916]

Yep, we are like bee's! *buzzes around the room* OUCH! I just got swatted at! PESKY HUMAN!

[leleana]

Need another reply? This story is AWESOME. I just read all twenty chapters in like, 2 hours, cause its REALLY REALLY GOOD. I want more. -pokes- Keep them coming! Quickly, quickly. XD I love the Sawyer/Deirdre-ness, they're so REAL feeling it rocks. Gosh I love your story.

[Nikiwi]

Wow! All the chapters? Must have MAJOR eye strain! lol Yay! Another fan! I do love replies! Thanks for your...enthusiasm! ;) Well, as I said before, I'm still at Pie's house, so I can't download the next chapter, but I'll put it up ASAP tomorrow! Sorry guys! You'll have to wait a few more hours! :(

[elaineykins]

hmmmmm she's at pies house if we kill pie then she has 2 stay at home & write more chapters 4 us & wudnt tht b great :p

[Nikiwi]

Sorry. Insomniac talking here. I got absolutely no sleep last night...probably because I didn't want to! Yeah, I got to see a Cleveland sunrise. Not all that spectacular when it's covered up by houses. But, oh well...
Don't kill Pie! I'll be home soon, and I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can! No killing. uh-uh! But it's good to know I have that many people that addicted to my story! Mwahha! My evil plan is working! next, I'll move to tobbacco! Naw! Just kiddin witcha!

[Pie]

hmmmmm she's at pies house if we kill pie then she has 2 stay at home & write more chapters 4 us & wudnt tht b great :p

Getting testy, eh? :confused:

[nsmith12916]

Let's start with the angry mob! *Grabs torch and pitchforks and run off towards wherever the heck Pie lives* Come on! Let's get her! Yah! Yah!!!! :P

[Nikiwi]

No! *jumps in front of Pie* If you go after Pie, I won't write anymore! Don't worry. The next chapter should be up soon...just be patient! I'm not sure if that's a possibility with you guys! lol

[dreamer]

i have been waiting all day?! now u want me to be more patient?! grrrrrr *gets pitch fork, and joins angry mob*
*starts chanting*
Bring on the fic , bring on the fic, i want the fic.

lame chant i know, but i am not a patient person.

[October Sky]

Lol! I can see it now..a big mob of us running all over the country going "Where's Pie?" muhaha..well, I *think* we're about to go out to eat anyway, but it's always like..

4:00- You wanna go out to eat?
I dunno..
5.:00- Can we go out to eat?
Sure..
6:00- So are we going to go out to eat?
In a minute..

*sigh* mothers..lol..j/k!

[Pie]

You people are weird...o.O

[Nikiwi]

Hold off the torches and pitchforks! Whatever happened to sporks? Anywhoo, I'm not at Meg's anymore, so you can stop terrorizing her. I'm at my house, but I'm going to leave for my sister's play - the Music Man - in just a few minutes. I know, busy day! I'm sooo sooooooo soooooooooooo soooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that I couldn't post more, but I'll try to get it up as soon as I get home! I'm sorry! So, angry mod, stay there or I'll never write any more!!! Eak! *runs into car and drives off to Auditorium*

[elaineykins]

dammit so does the angry mob have 2 kill ur sister as well :p the things i have 2 do lol

[leleana]

-tries to sit still and patiently-

Eye strain was semi-major, but I stayed on the comp for four more hours, so nothing major. XD FAST PLAY FAST. ;) -dances around waiting-

[nsmith12916]

Waiting....Waiting...*Taps toes impatiently*

*Brandishes Cookie in front of Nikiwi face*..........COOKIE?

[elaineykins]

i like cookies do u like cookies nikiwi? cos ur not getting1 till u write more mwahahahaha

[nsmith12916]

Oh she likes Cookies! *Dangles more cookies in front of Nicole's face*

WAITING!

[October Sky]

Lol, Pie, we know we are! And we did end up going out to eat! And it was only an hour after I asked!

Of course my mom had to insist on going to this restaurant I hate, and we had to wait 25 minutes, but it was in a mall, so it's all good:)

[elaineykins]

Lol, Pie, we know we are! And we did end up going out to eat! And it was only an hour after I asked!

Of course my mom had to insist on going to this restaurant I hate, and we had to wait 25 minutes, but it was in a mall, so it's all good:)
thts fantastic news yay 4 u

[October Sky]

Lol..I love it when ppl have nothing better to do but to sit around and talk about my life:)

So..where's that update? Hmm..? *holds out hand*

Why do I have a feeling that I'll be having some very bad dreams about this?

[Nikiwi]

Dudes, you're starting to scare me! *runs away* Here! Here's another chapter! *throws chapter out to them* And oh yes! I looooooved cookies! *grabs cookie and runs back to hiding place* There! Now, don't kill anyone!
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Deirdre sat on her makeshift bed and sighed. She had absolutely nothing to do. Ever since the hallucinations stopped two days ago, Jack and Sawyer insisted on her bed rest. She “hadn’t gotten back her strength yet.” She really didn’t care if it would benefit her or not, but she needed to get into that jungle. She needed to show the others the hatch and the plane. If they waited much longer, Locke would be able to move it or cover it all up. Between the poison and her “recovery” time, it had been a week since she’d seen those things in the jungle. Locke could’ve already gotten rid of the evidence.
Deirdre was still going through this in her mind when she saw a shadow outside her tent. Probably Jack or Sawyer checking in on her. They did that a lot. When they didn’t want her to know about it, they’d just stand outside the tent and peek in while she was preoccupied. Like she’d never figure that one out. But this might be her only chance to talk to them about this, so she took it.
“Hey Sawyer. Jack? Look, I know you think that I’m too weak to go walking off into the jungle, but I’m not. I heal fast, and you can’t keep me here forever. Besides, Locke could be able to cover it up if we wait any longer. We can’t let him get away,” Deirdre said quickly, before they could jump out of sight.
The shadow stayed there for a minute, not saying anything. He must’ve been deciding whether to reveal his presence or just let her babble on for eternity. It decided on the latter and just stayed still.
“Look, I know you’re out there. I can see your shadow,” Deirdre said, getting ready to walk outside and confront them. After a moment’s hesitation, the shadow had run off.
“What the…” Deirdre said as she tore the tent flap open as saw someone dash into the jungle. She ran after them as quickly as she possibly could while trying to control her dizziness at getting up so fast. Whoever it was took several turns and jumps along the way and led her into the clearing where they gathered fruit. She stopped and looked around, blinking a few times to get her vision back to normal. There was no sign of the person she’d been following anywhere. Dam***! She couldn’t run fast enough to catch him. Maybe Jack was right when he said she was still weak.
“Deirdre!” Speaking of Jack, he was in the clearing too, picking more leaves for her medicine. “What are you doing out here?”
“Chasing someone,” Deirdre said, going for the blatant truth. Jack looked at her, wondering if he should yell at her or just knock her out and drag her back. She’d definitely seen that look before.
“You need to get back to the tent,” Jack said, taking the doctor option of neither. “You’re still-”
“Weak. I know. And I’m going. See me going,” Deirdre said, walking down the path to the beach. She grumpily slumped down on here blanket as Jack handed her some fruit and told her to eat.
“We do need to go out there. Today,” Deirdre said firmly as Jack stood to leave. He turned around with the face that adults used on stubborn children.
“You’re still weak, and I can’t let you go out into the jungle and get yourself hurt,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m a doctor, and I help people. Whenever and however I can,” Jack said.
“If we don’t go soon, Locke’ll get away, and Boone will never have revenge,” Deirdre said, knowing it would strike a nerve. Jack turned around again, this time with a conflicted face. He wanted to avenge Boone and punish Locke, but he didn’t want to let her hurt herself.
“We’ll never find Locke if we don’t go today,” she said, knowing it was the last nail in the coffin. Jack sighed, defeated, and nodded.
“Fine, but if anything happens, we’re coming back. I’ll get everyone together,” Jack said, leaving the tent and shaking his head at his decision. Deirdre watched him go triumphantly, knowing they would catch Locke. Oh, yes. They would catch Locke, and all the secrets of this island would be exposed. Sooner or later, it would’ve come out. She’d just tugged it into the “Sooner” category. And it would be soon.

[leleana]

YAY new chapter! -dances- Can't wait for them to take off and go find Locke. But what about Sawyer? He's going too, right?

More cookies after next chapter -nods-

[Jade]

This chapter rocked! *hands choc chip muffin* Thanks for updating!!!! I can't wait to see where this goes! What you come up with....Update soon!

[Nikiwi]

Why thank you!*takes muffin* I luuuv muffins! Well, I'ma gonna wait for all the other peoplewho were so eager to see this to post. lol ;)

[dreamer]

love the whole "finding locke" thing.Can't wait. Can i have more? I do have an army of sporks if u resist.....

[elaineykins]

:D because tht chapter was sooooo good i mite not go kill pie arent i nice? :cool: