Destiny Corrected: Chapter Eight: Message from a Friend

“Trust me? That’s all he’s got to say about this? Trust me?” The words were spat out in anger and frustration. He wanted to punch something because the irony was, the writer of the letter was one of the few people he did trust. “We’re just supposed to sit around and do nothin’?”

“I don’t like this anymore than you, James,” Kate said as she hugged herself. She glanced at the huddled figure of Claire, curled into the couch and inconsolable. “Whoever has done this has our kids, too.”

“What the hell is this about, Freckles?”

“What do you think it’s about?”

He swore under his breath and looked away. It’d been twenty years since Frank had managed to land a 747 on Guam. He’d used every trick in his bag of confidence tricks to get them onto U.S. soil and outfitted with new identities. He’d tried his best to protect them all. Now this?

“That damn island already took three years of my life and the lives of a lot of good people, I ain’t lettin’ it have my daughter, too.”

“It’s not like before,” Kate replied. “Hurley will protect them, and he will get them back to us. It’s not the island we have to worry about.”

“Yeah? Then what do we have to worry about?”

“Someone knew them. All of them. Walt. Aaron. J.J. and Faith. Clementine. Ji Yeon. They’re going after the children of Oceanic flight 815. Why? Why target them and not us?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“They don’t need us,” Claire said from her place on the couch. For the first time in several days she looked focused. “They need them. They’re special, and we’re not.”

“What the hell ya talkin’ about, Goldie?” James glanced at Kate.

“Claire’s right,” Kate said.

She looked at him through the tears that had gathered in her eyes. He felt a punch to his gut at the realization that she trusted him. It shouldn’t surprise him, they’d been friends for over twenty years, but there was always the memory of others between them, and the understanding that their time was over.

“So, what are we supposed to do?” he asked.

“We trust Hurley,” Kate said. “He won’t let anything hurt them. When he can tell us more, he will. When he needs us, he’ll provide what we need.”

“That’s a hard line to take, Kate.”

“No less for me, James,” she said. “But it’s what we’re supposed to do.”

“I’ll trust Hugo, because he’s trustworthy, but don’t bring up that destiny crap to me,” he snapped. “I don’t believe in it anymore than you do.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, James.” She offered a small smile. “I became a believer a long time ago.”

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