Chapter One – Locke the ironic fitness instructor.

Locke sat on top of the hatch, playing with an odd pack of cards; "Just one more move, and I'm out!" He cried pleasantly, slightly down heartened as nobody could hear him. "Wait – Where's the ace of clubs?"

Locke began to search the remaining cards, frantically searching the pack of cards for the ace. "It must be here, don't tell me it's not here!"

Realising there was no ace of clubs, Locke gave in, and put the cards back in his pocket; "Oh well, it was the pack of cards destiny to be one short. Maybe the ace is off somewhere making a life for itself. One can only hope." He told himself, standing up and stretching out.

"Why won't you open, you silly hatch. You just want to be difficult. Oh well, it must be your destiny to remain locked."

Walking away, he stared down at his legs; it still felt odd to be able to walk, to see his legs actually moving.

Flashback…

"What do you mean not qualified for the job? I was the only one who applied!" Locke muttered irritably, sitting uncomfortably in his wheelchair.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke" The interviewer replied, "You're just not suitable for this job, in your present condition."

Without further arguing, the woman got up and walked into the staff room, leaving Locke there to ponder.

"I will fulfil my dream damnit! I will be a pilot's fitness instructor! I will wear the spandex and strut my stuff! I will be a fitness instructor! Don't tell me what I can and can't do! You don't know who you're talking to!"

…End Flashback

"John" Jack greeted moodily.

"Why hello there Doctor" Locke replied, jogging up to him, and extending his arm for a high five.

"Don't leave me hanging dawg!"

"Stop that." Jack commanded in a moody tone.

"Whats up Doc?"

"Nothing." Jack replied moodily.

"You know what you need?" Locke said.

"What?" Jack asked moodily.

"A massage!" He smiled, his arms outstretched.

"Don't touch me." Snapped Jack moodily.

"Oh… I feel so alone…" Locke walked off sullenly; looking over his shoulder, in hope someone would see and take pity on him. He only wanted to be loved, that, and have two kidneys.

"I hate my life John!" Jack called after the hunter…moodily.