The Boys From Tennessee

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: R
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing:
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 48 (48/60)
The Future Foretold in a Dream

Peter slept fitfully during the night, tossing and turning. He was so beat up, Jack could hear him moaning each time he turned over. Towards the morning Peter was dreaming again and was talking in his sleep. Jack lay awake listening, ready to wake him if needed. He listened carefully and could make out Peter saying, “No Sawyer, not her. Don’t fuck her…resist, get up. Noooo.” He was barely shaking his head no in his sleep. “Damn it I said no…gonna be bad now…” Peter was moving in the bed, restless as though watching something. “Gave up the gun…oh God noooo…three shots, two are dead two dead…who???? No God no not her!” Peter almost screamed the last sentence.

Jack shook him immediately and called out his name. “Peter, wake up now. It’s Jack. I’m here, wake up.” Peter was startled awake and the look on his face was pure terror. He pulled away from Jack and sat up on the side of the bed.

“Oh God, no. Please. Not one of those dreams. Please.” Peter sounded so forlorn.

“What are you talking about?” Jack asked him. “It was just a nightmare Pete. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“What did I say Jack? What did I say?” Peter demanded.

“It was just a bad dream Peter. Come back to bed.”

Peter stood up and walked away from the bed, picking up his jeans and shirt and putting them on. “Can’t go back to sleep now. It was one of those dreams Jack.”

Jack sat up on the edge of the bed now and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head so he could understand what Peter was trying to say. “What dreams? I don’t understand.”

Peter looked over at Jack and then glanced down at the floor. “I need to tell you something Jack and I need for you to believe what I’m telling you. It’s important.” Jack just looked at him expectantly. Peter could tell from his expression that Jack was already skeptical. “I never told you about this. It’s happened to me before, a lot of times. There’s something unusual about me Jack. I can’t tell you why it happens only that it does. It seems to happen if I get real upset or something traumatic happens. It’s like my unconscious brain tunes in to the future or something.” Peter paused trying to work up courage to tell Jack. “I don’t just have dreams about things that have happened in the past.” He paused again. “I have dreams about things that are gonna happen in the future – like premonitions.” He could tell Jack didn’t believe him. “Christ Jack. I’m not making this up. I’ve had dreams all my life about things that were going to happen and they did. Things that happened not just to me but other people around me. I’d tell people, but usually it didn’t do any good. It would just happen anyway, but I still told them trying to prevent it.”

“Peter, you probably were just experiencing something like déjà vu. You dreamt something similar and when something happened, you thought you had dreamt it all before.” Jack was shaking his head no slightly.

“Shit Jack. I know what I’m talking about. I just don’t always tell people. I told you I usually can’t stop it. Fuck. I dreamt about crashing on this stupid island before it happened. I just didn’t know when it was going to occur.”

“Right, you dreamt about a plane crash and yet you still got on planes. Sounds like you didn’t believe your own dreams Peter.”

“I had the dream before Julie and I left for Australia. I couldn’t tell when it was gonna happen. But I saw the plane tearing apart and throwing people out. I also saw Julie and me alive on an island. I knew we were gonna survive. So yeah, I still got on fucking planes. If I’d known it was Oceanic 815 I’d have never gotten on it. I don’t always see everything I need to.” Jack didn’t say anything, just looked at him.

“I need to tell Sawyer about the dream. It’s gonna set a whole lot of bad things in motion. He has to know.”

“What, that he’s gonna get laid by some woman on this island? Is it Kate?” Jack asked half serious.

“I’m not telling you who Jack. You wouldn’t believe me anyway. Two people die because of the chain of events that starts. I couldn’t see who, but I saw the funeral. I saw Sawyer standing next to one grave and you at the foot of the other. Michael was standing off behind Sawyer. Kate and Hurley were standing to the left of you. Other people were there but I couldn’t see their faces. Damn, I don’t know who is in the graves.” Peter was breathing raggedly – he was upset.

“So Michael was there huh? What about Walt? Was he there too? This is just a dream Peter. Michael is gone. We may never see him again. You were probably dreaming about Boone and Shannon both.”

Peter shook his head no. “It’s always real important who’s in the dream Jack. Always. What did I say Jack? Tell me exactly what I said when I was dreaming about the funerals.”

Jack smirked and thought this was just Peter’s distraught brain making him have nightmares again. They’d all heard him have nightmares and talk in his sleep. “You said it was a woman. That’s the last thing you said. I woke you up then, you were almost screaming. You need to go back to sleep Peter. The trauma has hurt you psychologically and it’s bleeding over into your dreams again.”

“Fuck you Jack. The dream is a premonition. It’s gonna come true and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I don’t know when and I don’t know who’s gonna die or who’s gonna kill ‘em. God I wish you’d let me keep dreaming. Shit!” Peter picked up his shoes and socks and slipped them on.

“You’re wrong Pete, it’s just a dream. Don’t let it upset you so.” Jack tried to be reassuring.

Peter stared hard in Jack’s eyes. His expression reminded Jack of Sawyer. “You’re wrong Jack. Dead wrong. Remember later that I told you about this now. Before it happened. Before they died. You don’t believe me? Ask Sawyer if one of my dreams woke him up one morning in his tent. Ask him if I told him I’d dreamt I’d been raped by six men on the island that were strangers to me and that they’d raped and tortured me. That I’d begged them to let me come back to you and Sawyer. I dreamt that before it ever happened Jack. BEFORE it happened. Ask him!” Peter walked out and kept walking. Jack could hear the outer hatch door clang shut in the distance. Peter must have been heading back to the beach, to Sawyer. Jack sighed heavily and shook his head. He’d have to talk to Libby about this.

Peter walked back to the beach. He was pissed at Jack for not believing him. He knew it sounded strange. But he had sworn to Jack it was the truth. He should have known Jack would have a hard time believing him. He only believed things he could perceive with his senses; he was always saying he was “a man of science”. He thinks this is just a product of my twisted imagination or subconscious, Peter sighed. All he could hope was that Jack and Sawyer would remember all this when it was happening. Then they would believe him that he dreamt what was going to happen in the future. He walked into camp. Some few people were already up doing things. He wasn’t sure if Sawyer was up yet or not, but he wanted to talk with him. He walked over to Sawyer’s shelter and called out his name softly.

“What?!! Is that you Peter? Come in. Shit! Why are you here so early?” Sawyer was a grouch when he got woke up early and there wasn’t any sex involved. Peter walked in and sat down next to him. “Some damn frog or something kept me awake most of the night making a noise over and over. I didn’t sleep worth shit. You get a medical release from the Doc? He was talking about holding you in the hatch for awhile.”

“Nope, I had a bad dream and I told him about it and he pissed me off.” Peter paused. “I want to tell you about it, and you need to keep an open mind. You’re usually more open-minded about stuff like this than Jack.”

Sawyer stretched and sat up. “Shouldn’t we eat something first. You know what they say about telling somebody your dreams before breakfast – it’ll make ‘em come true.” He grinned at Peter. Peter narrowed his eyes and shot Sawyer the bird. Sawyer just laughed quietly. “We’re startin’ the day out good baby brother.”

“Damn it, I’m tryin’ to be serious Sawyer. Don’t fuck around; listen to what I’ve got to say. You remember me having a bad dream one morning right here in your tent.”

“You have bad dreams all the time Pete.”

Peter sighed. “Let me narrow it down for you then. You remember the night you worked me over after I had sex with Kate and everybody? You cut my damn clothes off me with a knife and hurt me really bad that night. I had nightmares in my tent in the first part of the night and we walked down here to your tent and went back to sleep. I had another bad nightmare right before dawn. You remember that one Sawyer?” He could tell Sawyer was trying to remember. “I had a dream that I’d been raped by exactly six men, strangers to me, here on this island. I was begging them in the dream to let me go and let me come back to you and Jack. You remember you said I was just remembering something in my past? I told you no, I’d never been raped by six men I didn’t know, that I was dreaming what was gonna happen in the future – a premonition. You remember that now?” He could tell from Sawyer’s shocked and troubled expression that he did remember it now.

“Holy shit. I’d forgotten you had that dream. It came true just like you’d dreamt it. You told me about it before it even happened.” Sawyer was amazed.

“Well, I’ve had another dream – a premonition of somethin’ bad that’s gonna happen. You’re in the dream and I need to tell you what I remember now while it’s still fresh.”

“Seriously, don’t you think we should wait until after breakfast?”

“The damn dreams come true Sawyer. Doesn’t matter if it’s before breakfast or after breakfast. I’ve never been able to stop one from happening. Had a little success in makin’ one a little different. But mostly they come true. Now hush and let me talk.” Sawyer nodded.

“I had a dream that you had sex with one of the women here and it set a whole bad chain of events in action.”

“Was it Kate?” Sawyer couldn’t resist asking.

“No damn it, it wasn’t Kate.” Peter sighed and shook his head slightly. “You’re gonna have to believe me when I tell you about it. I know what you’re like. You’re like me. A woman puts it out there and wants to fuck you and you’re gonna do it come hell or high water. But you need to resist her and don’t screw her…In the dream I saw you and Ana Lucia screwing each other’s brains out on the ground.”

Sawyer laughed out loud and almost rolled over. “Well, you really had me going there Pete. Cause there’s no way in hell, she’d ever come onto me. She tried to kill my ass in the damn jungle. Took her dirty boot and ground it into my bullet wound. Tried to get Michael and Jen to leave me in the damn jungle to die cause I’d slow ‘em down. Called me a damn redneck hick. She hates me. I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen. Sides, I think she’s sweet on Jack.”

Peter stood up. “Let me finish talking Sawyer. Keep an open mind. She will screw you to get a gun from you. And she’ll get one.”

“I’m telling you again. I ain’t gonna give her a gun, so it ain’t gonna happen Pete.” Sawyer looked determined.

“I’m telling you, you fuck her and she’ll get a gun from you. I don’t know how. I only know two people on this island are gonna die from what that sex sets in motion. I can’t tell you who’s gonna die. I didn’t see that in the dream. It’s not me, you, Jack, Kate, Hurley or Michael. It’s somebody else. Y’all are all at the funeral and there are two graves. Please take me seriously Sawyer. It’s gonna come true.”

Sawyer thought a moment and rolled his tongue against the side of his mouth. “Whatever you say Pete. We’ll see won’t we?” Sawyer paused and redirected the conversation, “So you gonna sleep with me tonight?”

Peter stood there thinking a moment. “I guess so. I can get meds from Jack and let him check me over. I’m not gonna sleep back in that damn hatch again tonight. I hate it there. I’m gonna start moving my shelter back here. I’m too afraid to be sleeping that far away from everybody any more. I’m gonna move to this edge of the camp so I’ll be close by, but I still want my own place. We’ll just have to be quieter or play elsewhere. Can I move some of my stuff in here while I work on moving my shelter?” Sawyer nodded and said sure it was okay. He stood up and pulled Peter to himself and kissed him gently on the lips. Peter moaned softly and put his hands on Sawyer’s naked ass. Sawyer smiled at him.

“You sure you don’t mind being seen with me? I’m still persona non grata according to Jack for stealing all the guns. You might get some fall out from it.”

“Sawyer. Look at me. I just got gang raped by six men and I look like hell. Most people aren’t even giving me eye contact at this point. They don’t know what to say to me. I could care less about the damn guns. They did me a lota good didn’t they?” Sawyer winced; Peter could tell his words stung him. “At some point you’re gonna give ‘em back though cause you’ll have to. Something bad will happen and you’ll let Jack have the guns.” Peter looked into Sawyer’s eyes and could feel the coldness and hurt in them. He knew he’d just pissed him off. “It doesn’t make any difference to me. I still love you. Let’s get something to eat. Maybe you can go back to bed and get some more sleep. I hear the frog you’re talking about. Noisy little bugger. Just ignore him.” Sawyer picked up his clothes and started getting dressed.

“I’m gonna squish him if he doesn’t stop making that confound noise. You want me to help you move your stuff?” Sawyer asked.

“You can help me move my stuff later today. You don’t have to help me with the shelter yet. If I’m staying here, there’s no hurry. I can take my time I guess.”