Lost and Found

24

Elyse opened her eyes to be met with a sharp, pounding headache. She grunted, going to lift her hand to her head when she realized there was something tied around her wrists, keeping them behind her back.

She sucked in a breath and started to panic, leaning forward as far as she could and yanking at the ropes that held her. She noticed then that she was tied up to someone else, she felt the warmth of their skin from their wrists and their back which leaned against hers, along with the giant wooden post that stood between them and dug into her spine.

"Desmond?"

She whispered, knowing it was him by the glimpse of his forearms she could make out and his worn out jeans that cover his outstretched legs. He must've been unconscious.

Elyse then tried to recall the events of last night, but her mind could barely make out anything coherent.

The last things she remembered was speaking with Richard, he was about to tell her something about himself, then Desmond screamed. The memory became hazy at this point, and all she could pick up was Richard and her both bolting up out of the tent in a frenzy. Then, Richard yelled something she couldn't understand, while her vision became blurred, and everything faded to black.

"Desmond?!"

She called out again, quiet yet urgently, while she struggled against the ropes around their wrists and began examining her surroundings. They were outside, at some sort of camp. It looked almost just like the one they'd stopped at last night, but there were much more than two tents here, and it seemed very lived in.
It was morning time, the sun was making its way to the high point in the sky. It was a clear sky, not a single cloud for the bright sun to hide behind.

Elyse looked around the perimeter and didn't see anyone else, not even Richard or John. She noticed the same pylons Richard had activated at the other camp off in the distance and wondered if those ones were turned on as well.

She looked to her sides and noticed a row of wooden posts, just like the one her and Desmond were tied to, and racked her brain trying to figure what they could possible be used for. It reminded her of a crucifix almost, just missing the piece across the top.

She assumed Benjamin Linus and his people must stay here, it only made sense considering Richard was technically one of them, and this camp looked exactly like their old one. She figured she wouldn't put it past him if he had a designated area for crucifying people, he was the one who strapped a bomb to her ankle before, after all.

She continued to try and wake Desmond, becoming more anxious each moment he remained unresponsive, while she fought urgently to break free from the ropes that held her to him, rubbing her wrists so raw in the process that they bled.

"Please! Help!"

She finally broke and screamed out in desperation. She knew she couldn't break free, and she wasn't sure if Desmond was even alive.

She screamed her cries for help into the emptiness, until finally, someone walked out of a tent on the far side of the camp and began approaching them. She squinted to make out who it was, and was immediately filled with relief when she noticed it was none other than John Locke. The rising sun beamed down on him as he got closer, making him appear as a savior to them now.

"Locke! It's you! Help me, please, I don't know if Desmond's okay. We have to get out of here before they come back!"

She told rambled on to him anxiously, smiling up at him in relief when he finally made it to where they were, and crouched down so that he could look at her with his own familiar smile.

He then walked around her to look at Desmond for a moment, silently, before walking back to where Elyse was again.

"Desmond is fine, just a little beat up is all."