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Post by claire littleton. on Apr 6, 2008 20:51:15 GMT -5
“No.” Claire began quietly, “I saw how violent it was all getting and I went quietly.” She was too broken to put up a fight, and far to broken to explain why she wanted to stay on the island, why she had nothing at home and why she wanted to cling to the island and her memories of Charlie. Was she going to divulge that to the freighter folk, Jack and whoever else ‘needed’ to know? Maybe another reason she wanted to stay on the island was the fact she’d be alone . Her and Aaron could live as they please… Sure it wouldn’t all be that glamorous, but it was better then explaining how she could picture herself standing on the beach at sunset, waiting at the foaming ocean line waiting for Charlie to return. Maybe she was losing it a little, but no one would know.
“Only lately it seems. When ever he needs to be quiet, or when ever I don’t have the energy to deal with him it seems.” Looking a little defeated Claire caught her footing as the boat docked, the police cars, flashing cameras, news teams and all that jazz only a ways away. The boat seemed to be the only thing separating them, the media seemed to break into jeers as the flashes were enough to blind Claire momentarily. Squinting she brought a hand to her eyes. Please tell me the police are going to make them stop. she thought the excited Chatter going on around herself and Sawyer. It was amazing the effect Sawyer seemed to have on the baby in her arms who now was calm and sucking idly on his thumb.
Nervousness began to sink in. This was when everyone left her and she was alone in the world. Soon Sun, Jin, Hurley, Sawyer and everyone else would be taking their own paths and continuing on with the life they all left behind. Claire was now the single mother who was alone in the world, but some how… it would be okay. Nervously Claire looked over at Sawyer, her hand still protecting her eyes from the flashes. “What are you going to do?”
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Post by Kevin Callis on Apr 6, 2008 22:36:11 GMT -5
"Alright, boys. I want you to keep it in your pants, understand me? You draw only if drawed upon, nothin' more. I even see the glint of a pistol on our side without bein' provoked in some way, them that does is gonna have their pink slip on my desk."
Kevin watched as the freighter docked, and as the ship's ladder was lowered, Kevin stepped onto it, walking the short distance to see the growing number of people on the ship's deck. Some were ones he hadn't seen before, and they didn't look like the ones to be crew-members of a Freighter ship. He pulled out his pistol, holding it to his side. His finger traced the curve of the trigger cover.
"Alright. My name's Detective Kevin Callis of the Los Angeles Police Department," he told the group, moving to take his badge from his suit pocket to hold up. "We're here to do two things and I'd like it very much if things went smooth. Now, unless they decided to take a swim, or are hiding below decks, you all by the looks of it know that there's fugatives on board, 'cause none of you look the least bit shocked. Now, I'm willing to make this as quick and as painless as possible, as I understand, fugative or not, y'all have been through one hell of a ordeal. I'm going to ask this once, and I'm going to ask this nicely--"
However, as Kevin's eyes scanned, he noticed James Ford standing behind a woman with a baby. He instantly held up his gun, pointing it at Sawyer. "Ma'am," Kevin said urgantly to Claire. "I suggest you back up. James Ford, I suggest you place your hands on your head and don't even THINK about making any sudden movements." he told Sawyer with a frown. Kevin glanced out of the corner of his eye at the police that followed him up the ramp. "Boys, stand down." he told them and looked fully at Sawyer.
"I want to know where Kate Austen is, and I want to know NOW."
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Apr 6, 2008 23:00:03 GMT -5
All the pain and loss he was suddenly feeling was unmistakeable in his eyes. She was choosing a life behind bars over a life on the run with him. She was giving up her life and taking his with it when she went. For the first time since killing Sawyer he had felt hope again. This plan had given him a new purpose, a new goal. No longer devoting his life to revenge, now he’d have to work even harder to protect her, to keep them both free.
And with one look Kate had snatched it all away from him again. As his already poorly constructed world crumbled all around him, James Ford was glad for Claire’s voice beside him, even if she did miss the joke. Forcing himself to break the eye contact with Kate, he closed his eyes for a moment. He could almost hear that bastard’s last breath, feel his body go limp when he tightened the chains around his neck, pulling them tight...
What was he going to do, Claire asked him. What was he going to do?
“We talkin’ long term? ‘cause I can tell ya tha first thing I’m gonna do is get myself a real drink,” he eventually replied, opening his eyes to stare at the dock. The police were closing in quickly on the now docked boat. They were coming for her. Even if she wanted to run, she didn’t stand a chance. They were coming right on the boat for her.
James Ford, I suggest you place your hands on your head and don't even THINK about making any sudden movements."
...or him.
Huh, well that was unexpected. Turning to face the one that spoke, Sawyer saw guns drawn and everything.
Son of a bitch...
Fuck, this was bad. He had done his time and gotten out, but they had something else on him. They had let him get on the flight in Australia, or more accurately forced him to, so this couldn’t be about that. What if... no, he couldn’t even bring himself to think about that. There had been no evidence, he had left nothing behind. The gun was at the bottom of the ocean, and there was no connection between them. It couldn’t be.
Forcing away his surprise and a touch of panic, Sawyer fixed the cop with a cocky gaze.
“Boy howdy! All this for little ol’ me? I’m flattered,” he drawled, releasing the railing but keeping his hands at his sides. But it wasn’t all for him. As originally expected, Kate was also on their list of fugitives to apprehend.
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Post by kateausten on Apr 6, 2008 23:33:47 GMT -5
Kate’s eyes had lingered on Sawyer and her heart broke, she knew this had hurt him more then anything. More then all those times they fought, and even more then two nights ago when Kate had slapped Sawyer and left. She thought it was all their last time. They’d be rescued and Kate wouldn’t ever have to see him again. But things had altered. She’d reluctantly let him out of his room, they fought, and like always, they kiss and made up, even if it wasn’t always literally. Sawyer has risked himself to do her a favor, to make a pact and make sure she stay out from behind bars. He commited himself to living on the run with her, and making life the best it could be. But the look in Sawyer’s eyes, well, it told Kate that it wasn’t just her he was saving when he’d agreed to it, but himself to. For Sawyer, it was more then just keeping Kate safe, and now she could see that.
As her heart thumped against her chest she debating turning back now, running for it. The crowd of police men, and media weren’t going to let that happen though. Almost ashamed, Kate sadly shut her eyes and looked down, it was over, and she’d hurt him again. Kate sighed deeply as her hand met her forehead, frustration pulsating, it was all giving her a headache, and now the yells were making her the slightest bit nervous. The thing that really got to her was the sudden echoed foot steps that marched onto the boat. Had she expected this, yes. This was when they rushed onto the boat, forced her onto the weathered deck, hands behind her back, and let’s go quietly. What she hadn’t expecting was Kevin to be the one coming on board. The only man she’d ever actually loved before the island… And now he was only mere feet away from her.
Boy, this just wasn’t her day. As her eyes fell upon his face, her heart sunk down into her stomach, a cold sweat broke out over her body. She hadn’t intended for this… She didn’t want this.. Hearing his voice again sent shivers down her spine, out of all the police in Los Angeles, did it really have to be him? Her eyes remained glued as the gun pointed at Sawyer, he requested Claire step away… Kate’s eyes remained as Claire didn’t move, she refused to. Despite if Sawyer had killed before… He wasn’t a killer, he wouldn’t ever be a killer. It was hard to believe they actually knew about James, they should have been there for just her. She was the one that murdered, the one that they wanted all along, Sawyer was just another causualty now it seemed.
“I’m right here.” Kate yelled wondering why the words eagerly jumped out of her mouth. Maybe they’d… He’d forget about Sawyer and let him go. With one last breath of freedom she moved out of the shadows and approached him, her eyes locked onto his trying her hardest not to look at Sawyer and his broken heart. “He goes free.” She tried to bargain, her hands up in the air. “They’ve all been through a hell of a lot. Some more then others, but let him and the rest go. That’s all I want, and I’ll come quietly. Please.”
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Post by claire littleton. on Apr 6, 2008 23:42:02 GMT -5
It all happened so fast, and before anything really registered with Claire, a gun was pointed at the two. Her arms instantly raised up protecting Aaron, a look of fear was on her face as she shook her head. “No. He didn’t do anything.” Claire tried to reason, a little afraid of what was going on, but she wasn’t about to sit here and let the apparently good police force take whoever they chose too. With the two seconds Kevin had been on the boat, Sawyer… or apparently James, hadn’t done a thing wrong, or a thing to think Aaron or herself were in danger.
And.. Kate? Everyone knew Kate was a fugitive, but what she’d done was a mystery to a lot of people, while Claire was certain a few selected people knew, it was obvious it wasn’t something small and simple. But given being stuck for three months on an island with Kate, Claire hadn’t once felt threatened by her, and instead considered Kate one of her closet friends. “What is going on here?” Claire demanded –maybe- stepping a little out of her bounds.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Apr 6, 2008 23:55:30 GMT -5
Jack had barely came to the deck, having felt the Freighter slow to a steady stop, when he heard whisperings. Police. Guns.
Jack rushed up the steps two at a time, only to see a man pointing a gun at Claire, and then Jack realised, at Sawyer. "Hey!" Jack yelled with a frown, rushing to Claire as he heard her speak up. "Claire," he said with a frown, moving to take both of her shoulders to sheild her and Aaron slightly. Jack realised that he still had the gun in his waistband. Fuck. Jack thought silently to himself. He had known this was going to happen. "Look, none of us are dangerous, we've just--"
Kate spoke, and Jack's words were instantly caught in his throat. He looked at Sawyer, a look of slight confusion. Kate's tone...it was almost as if she had known the man. Aaron's cries cut through the silence, and Jack moved, pressing a hand against the side of Aaron's head to try to quiet him, the other staying firmly on Claire's shoulder.
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Post by Kevin Callis on Apr 7, 2008 0:16:20 GMT -5
Kevin felt a smirk cross his face as Ford sassed off at him. Cocky bastard, he thought silently. "I ain't tellin' you again--"
"Hey!"
The sound of another voice made Kevin's head turn slightly to see the appearance of another man. The Doctor. "Look, I understand y'all've been through a trauma, I just--"
"I'm right here
Her voice made Kevin's mouth go so dry he thought he'd choke if he swallowed. However, he found himself swallowing to try to releive it, and also to find the ability to speak, which had just as suddenly left him. His lips parted as his eyes fell onto Kate's face. Or Monica's face. Whoever's face, she was just as beautiful as when he had first met her. When they had gotten married. On their honeymoon.
When she had drugged him.
"I--" His brows narrowed together as Kevin wished he could have just asked her why. Dispite the fact that he didn't wish them to, hot tears burned into the back of his eyes, however, he wouldn't let them fall. He couldn't. He spoke to a man behind him, but couldn't look away from Kate's face.
"Officer Daniels."
"Sir?"
"Take these people to the bus and get them to their hotel rooms. I'm sure they'll be wanting a bed to sleep in tonight."
"Sir. Ford and Austen, Sir--"
"I. Said." Kevin said sharply, his voice slightly loud. "Take. The Oceanic Survivors. Back. I'll deal with Austen." He broke his gaze from Kate to look at Sawyer. "Don't think of this as a Monopoly Card, Ford. It's an extension."
Kevin grabbed Kate's arm, leading her towards the deck ladder. "You are going to tell me what the FUCK is going on. And you're starting from the beginning."
Officer Daniels looked at Sawyer, almost frustrated. "You're all to be taken to the Roosevelt." he told the group.
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 7, 2008 0:37:31 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps made Daniel's head turn. The Police. His heart tightened in his chest and Daniel suddenlly felt ill. If this was the end, this was the end. Widmore would get his way no matter what. He found himself stepping closer to Charlotte as he heard the man speak.
Daniel jolted, however, as he saw the glint of the gun. "H-Hey, no! Hey, wait! Wait! Wait, it's cool, these--these are GOOD people! There's--there's no need for--for the GUNS! They've been through alot, just give them a break! A-And she's got--she's got a baby! Don't point it at her!"
Daniel knew they wanted the Fugative and the Con Man, however, the fact that there were guns in play, it sickened Dan's stomach with worry. Kate however stepped in front of the Detective's line of fire, and suddenlly, the mood was shifted. They were going to a hotel? Daniel looked over at Charlotte, confused as to why the mood had suddenlly shifted as it did.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 7, 2008 6:08:19 GMT -5
It all happened so fast, Charlotte barely had time to react. Everyone was yelling at once, and then there were guns. Her hand instantly went to the one tucked in the waistband of her jeans as she glanced around. Of course the police were here for Austen and Ford, but that didn't mean they could just come aboard this boat and order everyone around.
Then she heard Dan yelling and she looked at him, exchanging a look as he looked back at her. "Officer, you need to be a bit nicer, considering these people here have been stranded on an island for four months." She stated, taking a step forward. Her gaze swept the crowded deck as the officer said they were going to a hotel. Technically, herself and Dan weren't survivors, but would they still force them to go to the hotel?
Her hand still on her gun, she sighed and brushed hair from her face, her gaze falling on the Officer again. She wasn't going to do something that would get her sent to jail, at least, not yet. But she was getting slightly pissed at these policemen. "And I don't think you understand what these people have been through, but I'll leave it to them to explain it to the rest of the world."
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Apr 7, 2008 10:48:11 GMT -5
Jesus, what a god damn circus this whole thing was turning into. Sawyer probably would have felt a pang of gratitude and affection toward Claire for standing by him if he’d had time to feel much of anything. But then, of course, their own resident hero hopped in, surprisingly choosing to protect Claire rather than run to Kate’s rescue, followed by Stewart Little, who was just a stuttering mess, and the freighter chick who seemed to be barely keeping that redhead temper under control.
If he could sell tickets to this hot mess, Sawyer was sure to make a killing.
Catching the look Jack cast him, the southerner had no answer to the other man’s confusion. Sawyer didn’t like the way that cop was staring at Kate, but he was still feeling too much anger and hurt to notice the subtleties. She was giving herself up so he could go free? Well hell, that was almost sweet... except for the fact that she had already planned to do so before Captain America had pulled the gun on him. Throwing him in on the bargain meant nothing, did nothing besides gain her a few more sympathy points from the rest of the crowd. Everyone but Sawyer.
It had worked, though. He was getting a free pass since she was the one they really wanted. Or an extension, at least.
“Gee, thanks teach. I’ll try not ta be late. I’d hate ta make ya bring out tha strap,” Sawyer replied, his harsh gaze never leaving the officer’s, at least not until the man started to manhandle Kate towards the ladder. Taking a half step forward, his eyes narrowing, Sawyer managed to stop himself. This was her choice, and she had made it. Maybe they wouldn’t have stood a chance before, but he sure as hell would have tried. But just because she was willing to give up her chance at freedom didn’t mean Sawyer was about to do the same for her. All that jumping in to help her would accomplish was him spending the night in prison as opposed to, apparently, a cushy hotel.
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Post by hugoreyes on Apr 8, 2008 0:27:12 GMT -5
With the yelling, the gun pointing, the cries of protest from the others, Hurley was really at a loss for words for a longest time. I They honestly couldn't be thinking of taking Kate along with them. Or Sawyer for that matter. What Daniel and Charlotte said was true, they'd just spent the last few months on an island, trying to survive and as soon as they touched the dock, it seemed a bit of chaos was released. "Hey.... is this really... necessary?" Hurley couldn't help but interject, but it seemed his words just got lost in the crowd.
Even more so as Kate was pulled away with Officer, being dragged away practically as they all could only watch. "It's not right, dude..." he muttered, more so to himself this time. It really wasn't right and he was sure there wasn't anything they could do about it either. Of course, Kate was a fugitive, he knew about that since he'd seen her mugshot shortly after the crash, but since then Kate had proven to be someone he knew he could trust at the very least, even with whatever history she had. And now she was just being taken away...
(OC: Sorry if it's crap)
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Post by claire littleton. on Apr 8, 2008 15:19:36 GMT -5
Jack was at her side yet again, trying to protect herself and Aaron. With in the last few days, Jack seemed to pick up an entirely new relationship with Claire, and she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. At a loss for words, she stayed quiet watching Kevin with unapproving eyes. He thought he was god, the way he came on here, demanded… It made Claire sick to her stomach.
The way Kevin was treating her… “Hold Aaron.” She growled, gently passing off her son to Jack, “Listen-“ Claire began , walking forward in front of Kevin who roughly had his hands on Kate. “I’m going to put this bluntly, we have had one –hell- of a time on the island.” Her tone soon became slightly more high pitch, and may have even given off a delusional feel. “We’ve been through the initial crash, and then of course with the entire rest of the passengers aside from I think, 52 of us surviving? Then of course, we had to get water and food, that was hard enough for everyone!” She was looking angry, and frazzled, “Then we had to move our entire camp, and while doing so avoid running into the GIANT polar bears and monsters, and IF that wasn’t bad enough we built a raft since no one was coming to rescue us, and then it was burned. So then we had to build another. And then I was kid napped on the island, and these others tried to take my baby! I lost my memory, and then Locke and” she paused remembering Boone.. “They found a hatch, where we had to press a button, and ..” She began looking even more flustered as she saw the look on his face.
“And then on top of people dying every now and then, Walt being kid napped, Walt, the little ten year old, I remind you. PLUS all the issues between everyone on the island, and then we have the hatch exploding because we didn’t push this button every 108 minutes, then we have Hurley, Kate, Sawyer, and Jack being captured by the others and betrayed by one of our own for his son, then Hurley was sent back to tell us all to forget about them, Jack , was held hostage and forced to perform surgery on this … man, who seemed to run the island, and Kate and Sawyer were held in Polar bear cages forced to work daily, and back in our camp, things weren’t exactly rainbows and sunshine either. Then Sun got pregnant, and you know, she could of died on the island since it’s impossible to get past the first few months. Then there was all this other stuff… And then… To get off the island… Charlie killed himself for us. He risked his life to save us all.”
And at this point, the tears began to spill from her eyes, she didn’t want to break down, but she had, right in front of everyone. “So, I ask you, can you let this go for one night, it’s not like you all won’t be watching us over night, for every second. Where is she going to go? I don’t know what Kate has done in the past, but I can tell you over the 95 days I’ve known her… She has been one of the strongest, most helpful, and brave people I have ever known. She will do anything for anyone…” Hastily Claire wiped the tears from her eyes as she looked onto the cop. “Show some compassion, when they say we have been through a lot… They mean it, so PLEASE.”
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Post by foster336 on Apr 8, 2008 15:55:06 GMT -5
Desmond turned away from Daniel and Charlotte, He heard Clair shouting at someone, Desmond walked to the ramp and saw Jack holding the baby, The baby that seemed to be bringing back more memories from the damned clouded mind of his. Desmond looked at Aaron and he smiled as he closed his eyes. His thoughts took him back to the day that Charlie decided to go into the "Looking Glass" Desmond opened his eyes, he would go to that memory later, When he had more time.
Watching what was going on Desmond looked at Jack and he smiled, He walked over to him and he leaned in, Right Now may not be the time to say it, But he may never see Jack again. Desmond's Scottish accent filled the air around Jack and Desmond, He looked over to Claire while he spoke "Thanks Brotha, For everything, Helping me with the memories, I remember everything, But Brotha, I have a feeling that we were not supposed to leave the Island, Don't get me wrong I'm damn happy that we are gone, But there is a small feeling in my gut brotha".
(Sorry If it was Crap, Im just getting back my muse)
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Post by kateausten on Apr 9, 2008 0:43:35 GMT -5
Kevin. Why did it have to be him? The man she’d probably hurt more then anyone, she’d lied about everything right down to her name, and despite their relationship, and their marriage. For six months they’d been married, and for even longer, they’d been together and Kate didn’t even have the… heart to tell him her name. Monica is what Kevin knew her by, and that’s how it remained until the night she drugged him, told him everything and left. That night Kate had left him, and broken his heart, as well as hers. “Claire- It’s okay-“ Kate began as his hands tightened on her, he was rough, and it hurt but she wasn’t about to show that. Kate knew the look Kevin gave her, and she didn’t blame him, she deserved it, but in retrospect, she did it for him and with his best interest at heart.
You are going to tell me what the FUCK is going on. And you're starting from the beginning.
It stung. Cut. Gouged. It hurt, beyond belief. He deserved it though. “Fine.” Kate replied wincing as she stepped with him, these people were trying to defend her, and she felt touched. Loved even. Claire, Jack, Hurley, Dan, Charlotte even… One of the last people she’d expect it from, well next to Juliet. Her eyes fell to the ground as Sawyer’s as usual smart ass remarks flew to the air, really, did he need to provoke Kevin any more? “James..” She began, her eyes reaching his, almost signaling the shit wasn’t needed. Then.. Then Claire opened her mouth again, and passed Aaron off to Jack. Kate’s jaw almost hit the floor as she began, Kevin wasn’t going to believe this… Well, we would of right up until polar bears, and monsters, but for even trying… It tugged at Kate’s heart as she looked on to the young mother who was pouring her heart out.
Then Charlie… Even the mention… When the tears began to spill from Claire’s eyes, Kate frowned and wanted nothing more to hug and comfort her, she had been through a lot, and even though others chose to ignore it, or think nothing of it, she was hurting, and that was obvious. Charlie had held so many things for her, and when he died for them, it was all gone , along with the high hopes Claire had for the future, and Kate got the heart break. “Claire…” She spoke quietly looking at her with sad, and apologetic eyes. This was the last thing she needed right now. “It’ll be okay, take Aaron, and go with them… I’ll be fine, I promise you.. And thank you.” Flinching lightly under Kevin’s grasp she wriggled trying to make it a little more bearable.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Apr 9, 2008 1:35:55 GMT -5
Aaron's frustrated cries and squirming made Jack frown as the baby was handed off to him. He held Aaron in his arms, frowning slightly as Aaron smacked at Jack's face, a cry escaping his lips. "Shh." he told Aaron, and then his eyes widened slightly as he heard Claire speak. "Claire." he told her evenly, trying to get her to stop speaking, but she continued, digging herself deeper and deeper, saying things that of course, were all true...but the cop didn't know that. He hadn't seen what the survivors of Oceanic had seen. They hadn't seen the death. They hadn't been so frightened they couldn't sleep. They would never understand.
Jack watched Claire, wanting to say something, anything to the cop to get him to take his hands off her. "Look, Claire's right," he started, and when the Detective looked at him, Jack shifted Aaron in his arms, and closed his eyes for a breif second before opening them. "We have been through--" Jack let out a soft laugh, but it was filled with anything but happiness. It was tired, it was worn, and as Claire cried, it was sad. "--so much. So much that...that I don't even think you'd believe us if we told you. And I know that telling you that Kate has done more for us than you'd know or even understand, I know that wont mean anything to you. Whatever she did in the past, whatever you're taking her for...I can tell you honestly and surely that you've got the wrong woman. I can't even begin to tell you what she's done for us, because it would take another three months. She's the reason we're all alive. We just need a warm bed and a good night sleep. She deserves that after all she's done for us on the Island."
Jack knew it wasn't a lie. Kate had done so much. Sure, there had been confusion and hearts and minds had ached, but the last three months hadn't exactly been a pleasure cruise. And then a tired smile appeared on Jack's face. "C'mon...it's not like she's going to be a flight risk."
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