Here is my first fan fic...don't make fun of me if it's bad.
I'm not finished, but I will update as often as I can...I'm making the chapters long, so I might not update so often.
CHAPTER I
Jack walked onto the beach and stretched. The sand under his feet was burning hot, and the sun had just begun to rise over the horizon. Still being under the spell of his exceptionally good dream last night, he started looking around and wondering,
Where the hell is my coffee? Finally realizing that he was still stranded on “Crap-hole Island”, he tried again to remember every detail of his adventure back home last night. He sat down on the beach cross-legged and closed his eyes, feeling the ocean spray on his skin and the in and out of the waves. He breathed--in, out. In, out.
Jack walked out of Starbucks with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Next to him was Kate, talking about that horrifying adventure they had had on the island. He enjoyed just listening to her talk. It was comforting to him. It took him away from the usual chaos he had to go through every morning.
“See you, Jack.” she finally said. “Have a good day at work.”
“I will.” he said, and gently kissed her soft lips. “I’ll be back home on time this time. I promise.”
“Jack.”
Jack kept his eyes closed. What had happened after that? He vaguely remembered something about a baby…his name was Aaron. What was wrong with him again?
“Jack!”
Jack snapped out of his reverie and looked up. His vision was still slightly blurry from squinting his eyes shut. Who was that? Charlie?
“What is it Charlie?”
The fuzzy form looked at him in confusion.
“Dude, I’m not Charlie.”
Jack blinked and laughed. How had he gotten Charlie and Hurley mixed up?
“What is it, Hurley?”
Hurley sat down next to him, getting caught in the steady motion of the waves, deep in thought.
Finally, he said, “What’s up with you and Kate, man? You guys are like, avoiding each other.” An awkward silence followed. Jack let out a deep sigh.
“Nothing’s wrong, Hurley. We aren’t avoiding each other.”
Hurley chewed on his lip.
“’Kay, man. Whatever you say.”
Hurley stood up and looked back at the waves. “Just doesn’t seem like it, dude. You sure nothing’s up with you and Kate?”
“Yes, Hurley, I’m sure. Don’t worry.”
Jack was trying to convince himself more than anything. After that kiss…he thought he would be reassured. That he loved Kate, and she loved him back. But she had pulled away. She had run away from him, and he didn’t go after her. He loved Kate--did she love him back? Or was she in love with Sawyer instead? Was she pushing away from him?
He turned to the waves and was about to open his mouth when he realized Hurley wasn’t there anymore. He stared again at the steady motion of the ocean. In, out. In, out…the hand that he was leaning on curled up in a fist, grabbing a handful of hot sand. He threw the sand at the water with all his strength, and it landed with not so much as a splash. Did Kate feel anything for him? Was she pretending during the first few weeks after the plane crashed? He put his head into his hands and let out another deep, shaky sigh. He would never feel whole again--not without Kate. Not without that reassurance that she loved him back.
He stared at the endless distance of water that stretched before him for quite a while, falling deeper into his depression with each passing minute. He slowly got up and decided to walk into camp to see how everyone was doing. Fortunately, Kate was still at the hatch. He wouldn’t have to face her.
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Kate awoke to the sound of the alarm. She cursed under her breath and got up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She ran to the computer and typed in the code.
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The alarm reset itself to 108 minutes and began to count down again. Kate stretched her arms and legs out, wondering if they were going to keep pushing the button for the rest of their lives on the island.
She slapped herself in the face a couple of times and jogged to the bathroom, where she splashed her face with cold water. She looked at the reflection in the mirror and blew her hair out of her face. She combed her tangled hair with her hands and tied it up in a sloppy bun, and finally satisfied with her image, she walked out of the bathroom. She was reminded of the day when they blew open the hatch with dynamite--and how Jack had taken her dynamite and put it into his own pack. Then she thought about the kiss--and how she had pulled away from him. She had felt vulnerable and weak…like he was taking advantage of her. But she knew he wasn’t trying to take advantage of her. She had seen the look he gave her before she ran away, and thinking of it always made her heart break.
She walked slowly into the armory, where Henry was kept. She had found out about this two days ago, when she had gotten a nasty cut from a thorny bush and ran into the hatch. His bruises and cuts from Sayid’s torture session still looked nauseating.
She walked in with a plate of food in her hands. She handed it to him quickly. She looked at him curiously as he ate the food hungrily. Henry stopped eating and glanced at Kate.
“I haven’t seen you around before. Why don’t
you tell them I’m not one of these…these
others.”
Kate let out a stiff laugh.
“Just being careful, you know.” She leaned against the wall and waited patiently for him to finish eating.
“The doctor.” he said, casually, as if trying to start a conversation. “You know him?”
Kate froze. This was unexpected. She missed Jack so badly…how could this man have gotten through to her so quickly? Had he known?
“Ye…Yeah…” she said slowly.
“Seems to me he‘s kind of bossing everyone around…is he supposed to be the leader around here?” he said with food still in his mouth. “Everyone seems to listen to him.”
Kate stared at him angrily.
“Done yet?”
“I’ve heard that he has a wife in the real world. Now he’s hitting on that girl. Anne…Anna…or something like that.” He raised his eyebrows as if he were questioning Jack’s behavior.
Kate’s heart turned cold. Did he just say that?
“Where did you hear that?”
Henry pointed his head towards the door.
“Thin walls.”
Without waiting for him to be finished, Kate grabbed his plate and walked out of the armory, closing the door behind her. Behind the door, Henry grinned as he heard Kate throw the plate into the sink.
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Ana Lucia pulled an extremely-annoying-strand-of-hair-that-kept-getting-in-her-face behind her ear. She glanced at Eko, who was cutting the trees with her. She picked up her axe again and started hacking at the tree.
“Why are you…cutting down…these trees?” she asked, between blows. Eko didn’t respond immediately, but continued chopping. He replied just before Ana was about to ask again.
“Because I have to.” he said simply, in his Nigerian accent. Ana didn’t say anything. She knew it was useless to inquire further.
She continued chopping the tree with the “X” marked on it. Eko didn’t make sense. Why did he have to? But it was like him to keep secrets or act mischievous. Was he building something? Or was he just cutting down the trees that were wimpy and using it as firewood? She hacked the wood with a grim expression as sweat rolled down her brow. She was looking forward to that afternoon rain.
Just then, they both heard a rustling in the woods. Eko stood up immediately, and looked around. Ana noticed that the sound was pretty close now…it was coming towards them. Was it the monster? A polar bear? The others? It can’t be a polar bear…it would have to be lighter than that. Right when Ana was beginning to get anxious, Kate stepped into view. She came storming up to her.
“You stay away from him.” she said, her voice shaking. “Just stay away from him.”
Ana squinted at her and shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend with me. Just stay away from him.”
Ana smiled a little. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kate threw a punch at Ana, wanting to wipe that grin off her face, but she didn‘t succeed.
What is she talking about? Ana wondered. Kate punched her again, harder this time. Ana bent over and looked up at Kate, with her nose bleeding.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah right.” Then, without another word, she was gone. Ana turned around towards Eko who had not moved an inch since the beginning of the whole thing.
“What’s wrong with her?” she asked. Eko simply shook his head and went back to work.
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Claire rocked the baby in her arms desperately.
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…” She checked for any sign of a fever or a rash, but there was none. She had already fed him and changed his diaper, so she assumed he was just tired. But she couldn’t get him back to sleep. She quietly began to sing.
“Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, never let it fade away…
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day…
For love may come an’ tap you on the shoulder, some star-less night…”
The crying continued, though it was possibly less insistent.
“Darn, what was after that?” she asked herself as she stroked baby Aaron’s hair. She rearranged the blankets that were wrapped around Aaron’s body, remembering what Locke had told her about babies wanting to be restricted. (Was that the word?
)
“Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her, you’ll have a pocketful of starlight.” said a very familiar voice.
Claire brought the baby closer to her and stared at Charlie.
“Charlie, what do you want?”
Charlie looked down at his feet, alternately shifting his weight from his toes to heels, and clasped his hands behind his back. After a while, he looked up at Claire.
“I’m sorry, Claire.” he said quietly.
Claire looked at him softly for a moment, but then held the baby closer to her chest.
“Charlie, you should…you should just leave now, okay? I can’t have you around my baby.”
Charlie looked down and nodded in understanding.
“You should take Aaron to Sawyer…he stops crying when he talks.”
“Charlie--”
“See you, Claire.” he said, and walked away. Claire looked at his footsteps in the sand sadly. She almost wanted to forgive him, but she reminded herself that he had lied to her. He had lied when he said it was just a Mary statue. He didn’t tell her about his heroine addiction. Then he took her baby and lit fire to the camp. No, she couldn’t forgive him. She walked up to the water on the beach, close enough to get her feet wet, and sang again.
“Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, never let it fade away…
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day…
For love may come an’ tap you on the shoulder, some star-less night…
Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her, you’ll have a pocketful of starlight…”
She began to hum the next part of the song, realizing she had forgotten the song. The crying continued nonetheless. She sighed and whispered softly to Aaron while she walked over to where Sawyer was reading to see if what Charlie had said was true.
Claire rocked her baby gently as she stood before Sawyer.
“Um…Sawyer…Charlie said that you can make the baby fall asleep.” she laughed as she said this. “I was wondering…”
Sawyer slowly lowered his book, took off his glasses, and looked up at Claire.
“My babysitting service is closed now, ma’am. Try again.” He smiled, put his glasses back on, and continued reading. Sure enough, Aaron stopped crying. But as soon as he stopped, he began crying again.
“Hey, it still works.” he said with his eyebrows raised. Aaron stopped crying again, and this time, he fell asleep.
Claire nodded a silent thanks and walked back to her tent to put Aaron in his crib.
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Kate ran through the jungle, not knowing exactly where she was going, feeling betrayed. She thought maybe Jack still cared for her. But maybe he didn’t. Maybe what Henry had said was true. Maybe he didn’t feel that way for her anymore. It was all her fault. She shouldn’t have run--she had thought running would solve everything. Running from Tom, running from the cops, running from the truth…
She just wished she could slice that smirk off of Ana Lucia’s face. Couldn’t she just act hurt for one little second? Kate didn’t get the satisfaction she was trying to get. This made her feel even worse.
She stopped at a nearby tree and rested her arms on her knees. She needed to get back to camp before she got lost. Or worse.
She looked around her, feeling a little spooked about what she had been thinking of. Would the others be out here? Would they notice her in their rooms, as that man had said? Seeing that no one was around her, she relaxed and sat on a nearby rock. She rested her chin in her cupped hands.
This whole island thing sucks she thought.
Suddenly, she heard a faint thudding from the jungle. It was getting louder…what now? She found a tree that had low branches, and climbed onto it. The thudding grew even louder, and from the distance, she saw something white running through the tall grass. She held her breath. She wished someone was there with her…she wished she wasn’t alone.
Kate, be strong…be strong…you’re going to be fine. Everything’s going to be okay.
The polar bear roared, and the thudding stopped. There was an eerie silence in the air that was even worse than the sounds. She pinched her nose, afraid to make any noise. She felt like she was being watched. That wasn’t good. She looked behind her, but there was nothing there. Nothing but the trees.
Then, it began to rain. The rain first began as a sprinkle…but a few seconds later, it was a downpour. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the polar bear would go away, and wouldn’t find her there. But the hair on her neck was still standing up--there was still something out there. She was still in danger. She needed to get away.
Suddenly, she heard the all too familiar howl, and the loud footsteps. She heard the tearing of roots and the howl again. She froze in fright. What now? What was she going to do? She took several deep breaths and began to count.
“One…”
Another loud thud.
“Two…”
She felt the ground shaking. The monster was coming closer.
“Three…”
A roar. The polar bear. It was still there?
“Four…”
The howl again. It sent a shiver through her body, and she clutched the tree trunk so hard that her knuckles turned white.
“Five!”
She jumped down from the tree she was on, and didn’t even care about the pain in her leg. She ran away as fast as she could. Where she was going, she didn’t know.
Anywhere’s better than here she thought.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, faster than she had run in her life. Faster than the other time she had encountered the island monster. The image of the polar bear behind her kept her running…even when her stomach hurt so much because she was so out of breath, she never stopped running.
After what seemed like an eternity, the rain began to subside. She felt safer. She ran to a big tree and hid behind it, with her back against the bark.
Everything’s going to be fine…
After a few minutes, she felt reassured enough to look behind her. The thudding had stopped. The rain had stopped. The eeriness had stopped.
There was nothing behind her, and she sighed in relief. She needed to get back to camp. Everything was back to normal again. The monster wasn’t there anymore.
Nonetheless, she ran back to camp.
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John Locke walked into the hatch, rubbing his bald head as he did. They had heard the monster again. He had seen it…he had seen it with his own eyes. It was nothing like anything he had seen before. He had looked into the eye of the island…and what he saw, was beautiful.
The first thing he noticed as he walked into the hatch was the alarm. He ran to the computer. There were thirty seconds left.
Locke hurriedly went to the keyboard. He couldn’t think right when he was rushed like this.
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No, no…it was 15. Or was it 16? No it was both…
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Was it 23 or 32? 6 seconds…
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Damn it, what was the last number? 4...4...
Locke looked up and saw the timer go to 3.
3...2...1...
LOST
(Lost theme goes here
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