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It was nice to be helpful - especially when one felt so useless. So it was with that thought that Skye walked towards the building, whistling some nameless tune. It seemed like a relatively nice day - for being stuck on an island, anyways. He had told Wesley about the buildings, and he had promised to meet Skye there - later, of course. So for now, he was to go ahead of him and warn Leonard of the soon to be visitor. Not only that, but he had found time to try out his fishing rod and had caught two nice, rather big fish. Hopefully, they were edible. Somehow, he managed not to get lost in the thick growth of the forest and soon found himself on the outskirts, within eyesight of the buildings.

Upon coming coming within hearing distance of what he thought was Leonard's abode, he shouted "Hey! L-leonard! You th-there? I g-got fish!"

Leonard's arm looked a little bit... jerky? Skye couldn't remember Leonard being uncoordinated from their first meeting, but he sort of seemed it now. When he tried to take the fish, he looked like he was struggling to straiten his arm out, something most people shouldn't have trouble with. Then he explained feeling ill, and Skye could understand. A person's body always acted weird when they were feeling ill.

Skye forced his mind back on track, unwillingly, seeing the problem he now faced. Although he had only met Leonard once, and even then quite briefly, he could tell how much fear he had of the 'infected people'. There was a high probability that he would start screaming again if Skye told him that Wesley was coming- and he'd probably go into cardiac arrest if Skye told him that he had been with the infected people and was most likely contaminated.

Skye bit his lip, unsure if he should tell or not. Then he remembered what had happened last time - it had not been pretty. So he tried to gentle his way into the subject, very discreetly. While Leonard's back was turned, making the fire presumably, Skye asked as courageously and unstutteringly as he could, "Ah, Leonard. Do you know a g-guy named Wesley?"

He wanted to at least know what their relationship was.

It looked like Leonard was still having problems. That was just a little bit strange... he looked at the ground, shuffling his feet a bit, not wanting to see Leonard's reaction to the question.

"What's -" he was cut off by a scream of pain, coming not from him, but Leonard. Skye's head snapped up in alarm, just in time to see Leonard rolling on the ground, holding his hands together in the strangest fashion.

Skye clenched his teeth together. In fear, anguish, panic, even he didn't know. But really, first Ian, now this?

He ignored Leonard's painful accusations, he would deal with them later. For now, he ran to Leonard, shouting, "L-leonard! Wh-what's happening!?"

Oh god. So this is what happened when you got infected. Time seemed to slow for Skye. He was unable to move, only able to watch with strange, morbid fascination as Leonard continued to writhe on the ground, gasping in what could only be an unimaginable amount of pain. So this, this is what most likely would happen to him? He would go through agonizing and be left... something not exactly human?

Not exactly human. The words played over and over in his head, taunting him mercilessly. An idea came to him, something so bizarre and so unrealistic that Skye couldn't even believe he was the one thinking it. What if this wasn't a disease? What if somehow, on this island, human evolution was sped up by millions and millions of years and anyone who landed here would have their DNA drastically altered into what humans would be millions of years from now? What if this was what would happen naturally, but on steroids? He would have to bring it up with Wesley.

Skye mind was brought back to the present with another, very strange sound, sort of lie a cross between a gasp and a something trying to suck up air. It looked like Leonard still wasn't done. What could he do?

"Leonard..." he managed to get out before once again running out of words to say.

Wesley carefully picked his way through the jungle, using his staff more than usual. Not only was this a farther distance than he believed he'd walked yet, but there was a definite lack of streams in this part of the island, and he had to be careful or else harming his feet. According to the report Skye told him, this old base seemed to be on the waterfront, so that was good. Watching the sun, Wesley was guessing that this may be the exact opposite side of the island.

Suddenly hearing screams echoing through the trees, he hastened his pace to the closest to a dead run as he could force his feet to go. They were way to deep to by Skye's. it must be Leonard. Only two things would make Leonard scream as such, and he had a pretty good idea it wasn't a simple accident.

Bursting through the treeline, among the mass of rusted metal, he spotted the two figures a small distance away. Skye's tall form was obvious, but the hunched, rigged figure... Oh, Bloody Hell! So much for a nice simple explanation to Leonard that it wasn't contact driven. This wasn't the time for that, though. He rushed over, seeing a great deal of commotion under the man's shirt. Things were moving under there, and the man's back seemed hard-pressed against the back of his shirt. To Wesley's perspective, he might not even have had full lung capacity. Whatever was happening, clothing needed to come off. The shoes seemed fine for the moment, but the chest was urgent.

Finally closing the remaining distance, Wesley went straight to Leonard's backside. Dropping the staff, he gripped the man's collar. This side had a great deal more strain, and would rip much easier.With one hand pulling forward and the other back, Wesley began to hear the shrill scream of the fabric coming apart. What was revealed was three massive sections separated by folds, darkened from Leonard's dominating colour, leapfrogging down his back. He couldn't even see his spine. Whatever it was, Wesley needed to do more. One sleeve should be enough to completely take it off. Bursting it along a seam, the left shoulder tore loose, letting the shirt hang freely from his other arm as the man's covered chest was revealed, though Wesley couldn't see.

Shoes. Shoes. Wesley just hoped he wasn't to late to prevent damage.

He wasn't sure what was happening. Through a haze of pain, he felt someone ripping off his shirt, thankfully releaving some of the pressure.

And then, just as his feet started to cramp, someone took off his shoes. Looking towards his feet, he saw Skye, and to his surprise, Wesley. He didn't have time to say anything though, as his toes merged together, and then disappeared completely. More ragged screams, though he was losing the strength to do so. It felt like he was getting terrible cramps in his feet as his arches flattened out, and the bottoms of his feet thinkened and changed texture. Soon his feet had nothing but a red inflexible ridge for soles and toes.

It finally seemed as though it was over. After nearly twenty minutes, the changes stopped, areas of his skin finishing changing color.

He could do nothing but gasp for a moment, though he was surprise at how quickly the pain faded. For the most part it was a dull ache

Once the pain was gone, Leonard had time to think about what had happened.

"Oh god. Oh god" He gasped.

This was beyond bizarre. It was... slightly disgusting and not that happy looking. And bizarre, of course. Leonard looked absolutely different than he had, not even twenty minutes ago. He had weird ridges on his back, kind of like Ian, but just on his back instead of a circle around his whole body. His feet were something else. Where the toes used to be, it was just kind of flat and pink. And all his fingers had fused together. Now that was interesting. After hearing Wesley's recommendation for water Skye nodded in agreement, though Leonard probably couldn't see him.

"Alright. Wesley, w-we better take him anyways. H-h-he may just pass out sometime s-soon..."

After looking at Leonard and thinking some more, Skye finally blurted out what he had been thinking since the moment Leonard stopped changing.

"He kinda r-reminds m-me of sh-shrimp."