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Scott's Regrets

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What happens after Scott and Dawn are both eliminated.


You wake up in a strange room.  It looks nicer than what you're used to, but you can barely move.  A bright light shines on you.  It must be about 11 in the morning.  Someone knocks on your door.  A high pitched female voice says "Scott, I'm here to check on you."

"Dawn?"  You wheeze out.  You can barely talk.  You move your eyes to the right to see a brunette nurse entering the room.

"No, my name's not Dawn.  I'm Marissa, your nurse," She says to you as she walks closer, "I'm just here to see how you're doing."

"Where's Dawn?"  You manage to say, demandingly.

"I don't know who Dawn is."  You hate how sweet she's trying to act.

"Where am I?"  It's becoming easier for you to speak.
"You're at Playa de Losers," She says as she inspects your bed, "Mr. McClain still owns the place.  He used it as a vacation home."

"Dawn is here.  Find her," Okay, you're starting to become very tired.

"I told you, I don't know who she is."

"She's blonde.  She's beautiful.  Please find her," You manage to say that before closing your eyes and shutting yourself off from the world in a deep sleep.




You slowly open your eyes and the sun is setting.  How long were you out?  You move your eyes toward the bedside table on your left to see a bowl of soup that has cooled.  To your right, you see a gorgeous blonde girl curled in a ball in the arm chair in the corner.  "Dawn?" You manage to say.

She looks up at you.  Her face is extremely distraught.  She does not want to be here with you.  "Why, Scott?"  She asks.  She sounds like there's a lump in her throat.  That 'I'm about to cry, but I'm trying not to' sound, "Why would you do that to me?"  She sniffles, her eyes watering.

"I can explain," You say, "I didn't want you off the island."

"Then why did you have everyone vote me off?!" She screams at you, and begins to bawl.  You didn't think she was capable of screaming, or bawling.  She seemed so content with her life and world.  You feel like something is inside you, ripping your heart into a million pieces as she goes on, "I trusted you.  I thought we had something.  Something I never had before.  You stabbed me in the back."  Her tears and wails of sorrow are making your eyes water.

"I was strategizing!"  You cough after you scream to prevent crying, "If we stuck around together, the others would've seen me as weak for being affectionate towards you.  I needed the money, Dawn!  My family has it rough!  I would've bought them a bigger house and paid off the mortgage for a few months or something," You're crying now, "I could've sworn I was going to win.  Everything would've been okay.  Nothing happens the way I want it to."  You wish you could hide your face so Dawn wouldn't see you cry.  You don't want to see her cry, so you look at the cold soup.

You both just sit there crying for a while.  Quiet crying, but you both can hear each other's quivering and occasional sniffles.  After what feels like hours of quiet crying; Dawn in the chair, and you in your full-body cast, she speaks up, "Scott, I didn't think you would, but you broke my heart—"

You interrupt her with a burst of emotion, "I broke my own heart, Dawn!"

You hear her get out of her chair and walk to you.  She gets to your eye level and holds your hand, which is free of the full-body cast.  She closes her eyes and rests her head on your hand.  Oh, how you wish you could run your fingers through her hair.  "It's hard for me to feel your pain through solely your hand," She whispers, her eyes still closed, "But I can tell how brutally honest you're being,"  She's your little gypsy.  It makes you smile, "And your aura is much more pleasant now," She looks in your eyes, noticing you were staring, "Is it because of me?"

You close your eyes and sigh while you smile.  "Stay with me?  Please?"

"I'll stay for as long as you need me to."

"Will you stay as long as I want you to?"

"Always."

She gets up from the floor and leans in to you.  You want to hold her so desperately.  "Please kiss me," You whisper, since she's so close to you.

And she does.  Her strawberry kisses grace your lips, and you do your best to kiss her back, but with your entire body other than your face and right hand being brutally injured, you have very little energy.  Her last kiss was solely on your upper lip; another trick to leave you wanting more.  You begin to drift off to sleep as she holds your hand and begins to softly sing.
Sequel to my first Dott fanfic "Scott's Confession".
I really like giving Scott an emotional side. I feel like his character has a secret side to himself like this, and I like it.
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Scott does have a heart I wish this pairings was Canon