Room 42
Title: Room 42, Chapter 1
Fandom: Lost
Pairings: None this chapter
Characters: Sawyer, Jack, Alex, Sayid, mentions of other Losties and Others
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language
Summary: Slightly AU: After Jack performed Ben's surgery, something happened and Jack was put in isolation. Now Alex and Sawyer team up to rescue him.
Disclaimer: Of course it's not mine. It all belongs to the producers and ABC.
Note: Also posted in ficinabottle and lost_fanfic
Sawyer was walking alone in the jungle when something hit him in the head. He whirled around.
“What the hell?” he muttered.
Another pebble hit him in the head.
“Who the hell’s doin’ that?”
“Over here!” came the loud whisper.
Sawyer turned around, drawing his gun, and looked up. Alex sat in a tree and promptly dropped to the ground.
“Come on,” she said.
Sawyer followed, confused. “What the hell are you doin’-”
“Shut up!” she hissed.
After a quick minute, they dropped down into a ditch.
“You gotta get Jack,” she said.
“No shit, Jungle Girl.”
Alex rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, like now. Soon.”
“We don’t even know where he is.”
“That’s why I’m here, stupid.” She hesitated. “He’s…he’s in this…building we got.”
“Oh! A building. Gee, why didn’t we look there?”
“It’s like where we found Karl.”
Sawyer’s face fell. “They brainwashing him?”
Alex shook her head. “I don’t know.”
***
Three weeks of planning passed. Alex met Sawyer almost daily to work out the plans, slipping away whenever she could. The group going in would be small. Sawyer, Alex, Charlie, Desmond, Sayid. Alex secured guns with silencers, exchanging them with the group’s original guns.
It went down like clockwork. Sayid and Desmond rushed into Ben’s house with guns drawn. Sawyer took out Ryan and Mikhail. Tom spotted him and drew his gun. Charlie fired first, knocking the man to the ground.
In Ben’s house, Alex emerged from her room. She was fully dressed, despite it being the middle of the night.
“Alex, sweetheart, go back to your room,” Ben said calmly.
Alex slung a backpack over her shoulder and crossed the room to Sayid and Desmond. “Who’s my mom?”
Ben frowned. “Alex, I’ve told you. You know who your mother is.”
“Tell me again.”
“Danielle.”
Alex looked to Sayid, who gave a small nod. “Is she dead?”
“What?”
“Is she dead?”
“Alexandra, I’ve told you. Your mother died giving birth.”
Alex struggled to keep her composure. “I know what you told me. I want the truth.”
Ben nodded calmly. “All right. No, your mother is not dead. Not as far as I know.”
“You lied to me.”
Ben stared at her, his face void of emotion. “Alex, she’s not a good person. It was for your own good. Now I want you to put down that bag and go back to your room.”
Alex shook her head, her eyes full of tears. “I’m leaving.”
“No, Alexandra. You’re not. Not now, not ever. You’re mine. You belong to me. Wherever you go, I will find you and I will bring you back here.”
Sayid took a deep breath. “Alex, go wait outside with Desmond.”
She hesitated, confused. Desmond gently took her elbow and led the way. When the door clicked shut, Sayid aimed his gun and, without a word, fired three shots.
Sawyer and Charlie met up with them in front of a gray concrete building.
“How many guards are there?” Sawyer asked.
“Just Aldo. The guy who was on guard when we got Karl.”
Sawyer nodded. “He gonna be trouble?”
Before Alex could answer, a shot rang out. Desmond groaned, grabbing his arm. A second shot rang out, narrowly missing Charlie. They’d been spotted. Sawyer aimed and fired until he heard Aldo fall to the ground with a thud.
“Chuckie and Alex, you two take Des back to the jungle. Sayid, best go with ‘em. I’ll get Jack.”
Sayid hesitated.
“They need you. I got a gun.”
Sayid nodded. “We will meet you at the ditch.”
“Alex, what room’s he in?”
“Not sure. I think forty-two. End of the hall.”
Sawyer nodded and slipped up to the building, pausing briefly at Aldo to find his keys.
***
Sawyer slipped down the hall, gun drawn for any surprises. He paused in front of Room 42. A sign on the door made him wince.
Isolation
No visitors.
No speaking to prisoner.
Leave all food via side slot.
Sawyer found the proper key and unlocked the door. It opened with a creaking groan. The cement floor and walls gave the windowless room the appearance of a prison. Only Sawyer had been in prison. This was worse. The room, lit by a single dim bulb, was furnished with only a mattress in one corner and a couple of buckets in the other. Jack sat on the mattress, back against the wall, arms crossed over his knees. He didn’t seem to notice Sawyer.
“Jack.”
The doctor looked up, blinking in surprise. Sawyer approached slowly, taking in Jack’s haggard appearance. A chain ran from the middle of the far wall to Jack’s ankle with just enough slack to move from the mattress to the buckets. His hands were cuffed together and appeared to have been like that for some time. His wrists were bruised and raw. One cheek was bruised a violet-red that churned Sawyer’s stomach even in the dim light. He knelt down, sighing as he noticed the cut on Jack’s forehead. No telling what injuries he might have that Sawyer couldn’t see. Sawyer freed Jack’s leg and then found the key to the handcuffs. Neither man spoke. Jack stared at Sawyer’s face, expression alternating between disbelief and confusion. When the handcuffs dropped silently onto the mattress, Jack looked up at Sawyer and seemed to finally recognize him.
“Sawyer?” His voice was a hoarse whisper from lack of use.
“Yeah. It’s me.”
Sawyer helped him to his feet. The doctor was weak, Sawyer guessed from dehydration. That or the fact that Jack didn’t appear to have eaten anything of substance for a few days. His once vibrant eyes were empty, devoid of anything but pain. Sawyer kept an arm around Jack’s waist and put the doctor’s arm over his shoulders.
“You really here?”
Jack’s voice surprised Sawyer. “Huh?”
“You…is this real?”
Sawyer nodded. “It’s real.”
Jack stumbled alongside Sawyer. The men made their way to the jungle. Jack didn’t ask how Sawyer had found him or how he’d managed to rescue him.
***
Sayid had just finished bandaging Desmond’s arm when Jack and Sawyer appeared. Charlie’s instant grin faded when he saw Jack’s state. Sayid and Desmond paled. Their doctor, their leader, their hero, was now a broken man. Sawyer took Sayid’s water bottle and made Jack drink. The sky was beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn. Jack stumbled along, still weak. Sawyer handed his gun to Alex.
“Be careful with that,” he said.
She nodded. Sawyer slipped his arm around Jack’s waist as before and helped him along.
***
They stopped halfway back to camp to rest. Sawyer helped Jack sit with his back against a tree. He seemed more alert now, though no more responsive. Sawyer asked Alex to stay with Jack and took Sayid, Desmond, and Charlie aside to update them on where he’d found Jack.
Alex bit her lower lip, her young heart breaking at the damage done to Jack. She unzipped her bag and found the bandages and rubbing alcohol she’d snuck from the medical office. She poured some of the rubbing alcohol on a gauze pad and turned to Jack.
“Can I…” she gestured vaguely at his head. When he made no move to stop her, she leaned in closer. Alex cupped his cheek gently with one hand and touched the gauze pad to the cut on his forehead. Jack winced. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
When she’d cleaned and bandaged his head, she turned her attention to his wrists. The handcuffs had left his wrists bruised and chaffed. Alex dabbed the rubbing alcohol on them and then wrapped gauze carefully around each one. When she finished, she stared at his wrists.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Jack didn’t respond. She looked up, her sad eyes meeting his. “I’m sorry.”
Fandom: Lost
Pairings: None this chapter
Characters: Sawyer, Jack, Alex, Sayid, mentions of other Losties and Others
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild language
Summary: Slightly AU: After Jack performed Ben's surgery, something happened and Jack was put in isolation. Now Alex and Sawyer team up to rescue him.
Disclaimer: Of course it's not mine. It all belongs to the producers and ABC.
Note: Also posted in ficinabottle and lost_fanfic
Sawyer was walking alone in the jungle when something hit him in the head. He whirled around.
“What the hell?” he muttered.
Another pebble hit him in the head.
“Who the hell’s doin’ that?”
“Over here!” came the loud whisper.
Sawyer turned around, drawing his gun, and looked up. Alex sat in a tree and promptly dropped to the ground.
“Come on,” she said.
Sawyer followed, confused. “What the hell are you doin’-”
“Shut up!” she hissed.
After a quick minute, they dropped down into a ditch.
“You gotta get Jack,” she said.
“No shit, Jungle Girl.”
Alex rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, like now. Soon.”
“We don’t even know where he is.”
“That’s why I’m here, stupid.” She hesitated. “He’s…he’s in this…building we got.”
“Oh! A building. Gee, why didn’t we look there?”
“It’s like where we found Karl.”
Sawyer’s face fell. “They brainwashing him?”
Alex shook her head. “I don’t know.”
***
Three weeks of planning passed. Alex met Sawyer almost daily to work out the plans, slipping away whenever she could. The group going in would be small. Sawyer, Alex, Charlie, Desmond, Sayid. Alex secured guns with silencers, exchanging them with the group’s original guns.
It went down like clockwork. Sayid and Desmond rushed into Ben’s house with guns drawn. Sawyer took out Ryan and Mikhail. Tom spotted him and drew his gun. Charlie fired first, knocking the man to the ground.
In Ben’s house, Alex emerged from her room. She was fully dressed, despite it being the middle of the night.
“Alex, sweetheart, go back to your room,” Ben said calmly.
Alex slung a backpack over her shoulder and crossed the room to Sayid and Desmond. “Who’s my mom?”
Ben frowned. “Alex, I’ve told you. You know who your mother is.”
“Tell me again.”
“Danielle.”
Alex looked to Sayid, who gave a small nod. “Is she dead?”
“What?”
“Is she dead?”
“Alexandra, I’ve told you. Your mother died giving birth.”
Alex struggled to keep her composure. “I know what you told me. I want the truth.”
Ben nodded calmly. “All right. No, your mother is not dead. Not as far as I know.”
“You lied to me.”
Ben stared at her, his face void of emotion. “Alex, she’s not a good person. It was for your own good. Now I want you to put down that bag and go back to your room.”
Alex shook her head, her eyes full of tears. “I’m leaving.”
“No, Alexandra. You’re not. Not now, not ever. You’re mine. You belong to me. Wherever you go, I will find you and I will bring you back here.”
Sayid took a deep breath. “Alex, go wait outside with Desmond.”
She hesitated, confused. Desmond gently took her elbow and led the way. When the door clicked shut, Sayid aimed his gun and, without a word, fired three shots.
Sawyer and Charlie met up with them in front of a gray concrete building.
“How many guards are there?” Sawyer asked.
“Just Aldo. The guy who was on guard when we got Karl.”
Sawyer nodded. “He gonna be trouble?”
Before Alex could answer, a shot rang out. Desmond groaned, grabbing his arm. A second shot rang out, narrowly missing Charlie. They’d been spotted. Sawyer aimed and fired until he heard Aldo fall to the ground with a thud.
“Chuckie and Alex, you two take Des back to the jungle. Sayid, best go with ‘em. I’ll get Jack.”
Sayid hesitated.
“They need you. I got a gun.”
Sayid nodded. “We will meet you at the ditch.”
“Alex, what room’s he in?”
“Not sure. I think forty-two. End of the hall.”
Sawyer nodded and slipped up to the building, pausing briefly at Aldo to find his keys.
***
Sawyer slipped down the hall, gun drawn for any surprises. He paused in front of Room 42. A sign on the door made him wince.
Isolation
No visitors.
No speaking to prisoner.
Leave all food via side slot.
Sawyer found the proper key and unlocked the door. It opened with a creaking groan. The cement floor and walls gave the windowless room the appearance of a prison. Only Sawyer had been in prison. This was worse. The room, lit by a single dim bulb, was furnished with only a mattress in one corner and a couple of buckets in the other. Jack sat on the mattress, back against the wall, arms crossed over his knees. He didn’t seem to notice Sawyer.
“Jack.”
The doctor looked up, blinking in surprise. Sawyer approached slowly, taking in Jack’s haggard appearance. A chain ran from the middle of the far wall to Jack’s ankle with just enough slack to move from the mattress to the buckets. His hands were cuffed together and appeared to have been like that for some time. His wrists were bruised and raw. One cheek was bruised a violet-red that churned Sawyer’s stomach even in the dim light. He knelt down, sighing as he noticed the cut on Jack’s forehead. No telling what injuries he might have that Sawyer couldn’t see. Sawyer freed Jack’s leg and then found the key to the handcuffs. Neither man spoke. Jack stared at Sawyer’s face, expression alternating between disbelief and confusion. When the handcuffs dropped silently onto the mattress, Jack looked up at Sawyer and seemed to finally recognize him.
“Sawyer?” His voice was a hoarse whisper from lack of use.
“Yeah. It’s me.”
Sawyer helped him to his feet. The doctor was weak, Sawyer guessed from dehydration. That or the fact that Jack didn’t appear to have eaten anything of substance for a few days. His once vibrant eyes were empty, devoid of anything but pain. Sawyer kept an arm around Jack’s waist and put the doctor’s arm over his shoulders.
“You really here?”
Jack’s voice surprised Sawyer. “Huh?”
“You…is this real?”
Sawyer nodded. “It’s real.”
Jack stumbled alongside Sawyer. The men made their way to the jungle. Jack didn’t ask how Sawyer had found him or how he’d managed to rescue him.
***
Sayid had just finished bandaging Desmond’s arm when Jack and Sawyer appeared. Charlie’s instant grin faded when he saw Jack’s state. Sayid and Desmond paled. Their doctor, their leader, their hero, was now a broken man. Sawyer took Sayid’s water bottle and made Jack drink. The sky was beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn. Jack stumbled along, still weak. Sawyer handed his gun to Alex.
“Be careful with that,” he said.
She nodded. Sawyer slipped his arm around Jack’s waist as before and helped him along.
***
They stopped halfway back to camp to rest. Sawyer helped Jack sit with his back against a tree. He seemed more alert now, though no more responsive. Sawyer asked Alex to stay with Jack and took Sayid, Desmond, and Charlie aside to update them on where he’d found Jack.
Alex bit her lower lip, her young heart breaking at the damage done to Jack. She unzipped her bag and found the bandages and rubbing alcohol she’d snuck from the medical office. She poured some of the rubbing alcohol on a gauze pad and turned to Jack.
“Can I…” she gestured vaguely at his head. When he made no move to stop her, she leaned in closer. Alex cupped his cheek gently with one hand and touched the gauze pad to the cut on his forehead. Jack winced. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
When she’d cleaned and bandaged his head, she turned her attention to his wrists. The handcuffs had left his wrists bruised and chaffed. Alex dabbed the rubbing alcohol on them and then wrapped gauze carefully around each one. When she finished, she stared at his wrists.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Jack didn’t respond. She looked up, her sad eyes meeting his. “I’m sorry.”