This is just a short story about how walt and micheal crashed. this will be from Walt's point of view thought, kinda.
this is kinda canon. If you want to look at it that way.
Disclamer; i don't own walt, the island or anything from lost.
Walt looks out at the other people who look like they are dozing off and just apathetic to their trip. Walt on the other hand, isn't. He's slight nervois to the fact that in a few hours when they get to L.A, They'll take another plane to New York, which'll take another few hours. He's heard of L.A , that it was filled with wonder and excitment. He wishes that he could explore the place for a little while before they had to take the other plane. He's heard of a zoo there that he wanted to visit.
He looks at ... this man who he never knew for most of his childhood, but it's his father. He's reading a magazine. He doesn't look at him. His dad didn't want him. He knew that Walt was different. He wasn't like anyone normal. Walt tries to distance himself from his thoughts. He sees some couple making eyes at each other.
In some ways, he wished his parents to be like that. That he knew his dad. That his mom showed him the letters. To show that he still cared, even thought he wasn't near him. But he can't change that. He notices a short-haired blond man standing up from his seat and walking.
What Walt wanted to know is why he has these gifts. His mother didn't have them and from the little time they spent with each other, his dad doesn't either. So why does he?
He suddently feels the plane shaking. His dad looks up from the mazgaize to see Walt with cation in his eyes.
He looks scared. He's just a kid. Walt grips on the chair's arm tightly.
"Ladies and gentlemen," One of the flight people said. " The pilot has turned on the 'fasten seatbelt sign'. please return to your seats."
His father tries to comfert him. "Hey man, it's going to be alright." He said, empathly. He pats his head.
It's starts to shake again. Walt tries to stay calm. I don't think so. Walt feels as being lifted up in the air, as much as he could, seeing as he has his seatbelt on. Stay calm, you'll be okay. Just think calmly... He suddenlty feels the plane ripped apart. Why is this happening?
Flashes of polar bears appear in walt's head. Of it attacking some trees.
' don't open it.' He said to a bald man.
He sees make shift boats and of one on fire.
He looks at himself in front of a mirror, but as he touches his nose, his reflection doesn't. then he sees he's not in front of a mirror at all.
Walt open his eyes. He sees the blue sky with some clouds and the top of the feels the soft grass below him. I made it. He stands up slowly. He looks around this jungle. How did i get here, thought? "Hello." He said to the jungle. A blue bird flys away from a tree. It circles around him, cooing, until it flies up towards the sky. He feels the warmness of the sun. Not too hot or cold. Just warm enough. "Am i dreaming?" He asked himself. He looks at the well worn trees with some moss growing on their side. The large leaves growing from the gives a slight smile on his face.
He hear the faintness of... screaming. the crash. we... crashed. He remembers about his dad. His eyes widen in shock. "Dad." He starts to run in the direction of the screams. It grows louder and louder as he nears. When he reach the beach, what he sees is horrifing.
LOST