Lost: What's In a Name?
by littlewiccan
“How is she?” Buffy asked Boone. He turned around he had been looking at Clair, who was staring off into the distance.
He shrugged, “She’s cries herself to sleep every night. She doesn’t know I can hear her,” he sighed, “She lost her daughter.”
“So did you,” she said and there it was Noelle belonged to him as well.
“I know. Why aren’t I reacting the same way?”
“Some people hide things, don’t let others see their emotions.”
“You think that’s what I’m doing?”
Buffy shook her head, “I don’t know.”
“I’d give my life to bring her back. I’d give the world.”
“I know.”
“No, see there’s the problem. I wouldn’t, not really, I don’t think, give the world……The portal we reopened but it was going to consume the world. I could have stopped her.”
“She wouldn’t have let you.”
“Maybe….We have to get Noelle back.”
“We will.”
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Hurley walked sleepily over to the bushes. He yawned and stretched a bit. IT was late at night and he had gotten up to relieve himself. He picked a nice secluded spot near a tree and undid the zipper on his pants. He was relieving himself when he saw a bright light not to far up the beach. It looked like the portal he had seen when the others had come. He zipped his pants and walked over to a sleeping Charlie.
“Dude,” he said, nudging Charlie with his foot, “Dude wake up.”
“What?”
“Is that normal?”
“Bloody hell,” Charlie said, jumping up, “Guys! Jack! Buffy! Everybody!”
“What is it?” Jack asked, running up to them.
“Its back,” Charlie said.
“What’s back?” Buffy asked, sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
“The portal,” Hurley said.
“Danielle?” Jack said.
Buffy shook her head, “No, she wouldn’t not after what happened last time.”
“Someone’s running towards it,” Charlie said.
“Boone!” Clair and Shannon screamed from further down the beach.
“What is he doing?” Hurley asked, “Is he crazy?”
“No, he’s trying to save her,” Buffy said, running to stop him.
When she was close enough she tacked him to the floor. The others ran over as they watched the portal spit something out, people- 2 of them, and then closed. A young girl, probably about 13, got up and dusted herself off. She was thin, had brown hair like her dad, and eyes blended into a unique blue from both her mother and father’s genes. Her clothes were torn and she looked around like she was lost and confused. She instinctively moved closer to the other person with it. He was a man in his late 30s. He was worn and haggard by horrors unknown. He was also eerily familiar.
“Noelle?” Clair gasped.
Boone looked at the young woman his daughter had become. It was only days ago that he had held her small body in his arms. He wanted to scream and cry all at the same time when he looked at her, for all the things he had missed out on, all the moments her kidnapper had shared with her, and all the pain she had endured because he hadn’t been able to save her. He turned to face the man who had taken his daughter from him, Ethan but he was too late Ethan was already running off into the jungle, leaving Noelle all alone. Noelle was about to run after him but Buffy held her back.
She began to struggle and cry, “Dad!” The one word she screamed out cut Boone like a dagger. If he didn’t have murder in his eyes before, it was surely there now. He ran off into the jungle to exact his revenge. He would kill Ethan if it was the last thing he did.
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