Title: Noise
Rating: PG
Summery: The first thing she’s aware of is noise. Her vision is fuzzy as she opens her eyes. Her head aches like nothing she has ever felt before. She tries to focus on something, anything, as her vision corrects itself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: I really, really need to get on top of my psych_30 claim. But I'm almost half way done, so yay on that. :D This was written for prompt #17: group think.



Noise.

The first thing she’s aware of is noise. Her vision is fuzzy as she opens her eyes. Her head aches like nothing she has ever felt before. She tries to focus on something, anything, as her vision corrects itself. She’s on the beach now, in a tent, laying on a mat and covered by a blanket.

She turns her gaze to the beach where she sees clusters of people sitting in one place or another – against trees, by campfires, inside tents – and they all seem to be talking all at once. She can’t hear their conversations from where she lays. They all blend into a dull hum. But she doesn’t have to hear them to know they’re talking about her.

“Sun?”

She turns her head too quickly to the left, painfully tugging at an aching muscle. She grunts, but manages to smile at Claire, who has come to a kneeling position beside her with Aaron in her arms.

“How are you?” she asks.

Sun takes a short look around her. She doesn’t know how she is. More then anything else, she’s confused. Who had done this to her? Why? The throbbing in her head made if difficult to focus on anything else, but she did say, “Sore.”

“I’ll get Jack,” Claire says, rising carefully to her feet and taking off down the beach.

She rises to a sitting position and her muscles object strongly. The stinging on her forehead tells her there’s a cut there. She quickly checks her body for other cuts or bruises, looking up as a shadow covers her and she sees Jack.

He asks about her condition and she tells him that her pain is minimal. It isn’t exactly the truth, but she figures that she’s worried enough people already. Her injuries are nothing that she can’t survive without everyone worrying about her and forcing her to stay laying down in that tend for days on end.

“Do you remember anything?” he asks next. She tells him all that she remembers: Vincent, the rain, and the attack. She remembers it in flashes, and the memories don’t seem to fit together. But she knows that is what happened. And it made no sense. He asks her how many there were, and she tells him she didn’t see. It had all happened in a second. She hadn’t known what was happening until it was already over, and by then she had all but lost consciousness.

Jin turns to her and asks her a question sharply. She responds as best she can. His concern is evident so she tries to underplay the situation, tell him that she is okay, that everything is alright now, but he only gets angrier.

“Gun,” Jin says, and her eyes go a little bit wide.

Panic.

Jin repeats himself two more times and Jack insists that he calm down. But Jin won’t let it go and eventually Jack caves and they leave for the hatch. Sun’s heart sinks as she settles back into the tent. This was the last thing that she wanted. Everyone was going out of their minds, following each other, and none of them knew what they were doing. They thought that guns were the one and only solution to everything, when all they had brought them up until now was grief.

She has seen what Jin is capable of if put under certain circumstances. And Jack was following him now, taking him down into the hatch, and arming him. And that was the most terrifying part of all of this.