Title: Lost Season 4
Author: Tsunamisurf (Lost Forum: Tritomunkey)
Gender: Action, Adventure, Romance, Mystery
Rating: PG-13 for mild language, violence, some sexuality
Summary: Basically a story version of what I believe Season 4 of Lost will be like. I don't want to give to much away so you'll have to make do with this.
LOST
Season 4
4x01: And Look North (Nobody Centric)
He opened his eyes and gasped, staring up at the bright light on the ceiling above him. Blinking, he leaned forward and looked around the small room he was in. It looked like a flat in an apartment. There were paintings on the wall and in the corner of the room there was a study with a shelf full of books and a computer sitting on a desk with the monitor shining brightly in the shadows of the wall. The man sat up and sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair and looking down at his feet for a few moments, deep in thought, before getting up off the sofa and moving to the computer in the corner.
He sat down for a few seconds, taking a CD out of a tray and putting it into one of the drives in the computer. A pop-up came up on the desktop and asked if he wanted to play it. He clicked yes and the sound of trumpets started up followed by a man's deep voice singing:
Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
The man brought up another window on the computer and typed something in really quickly before getting up and sniffing. He moved toward the bathroom, past what looked like a kitchen, and stepped up to a mirror on the wall.
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...
The man was black with dread-locks going down the sides of his face and the back of his head. His eyes were sunken and saw that there were tears in them, just waiting to pour out. He wiped his face with his wrist really quickly, sniffing again as he looked down into the sink and coughed.
I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.
The man began to cry as he stood there in front of his mirror. Sniffing again, he shook his head and stumbled out of the bathroom, looking around for a moment before heading to his bed and pulling something out of a drawer.
The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..
The man held his handgun up to the right side of his head, sobbing as he grabbed what looked like a small portrait off from his desk before he looked into the picture. Tears ran down the sides of his face as he put his finger over the trigger of the gun. His hand shook slightly as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.
Quite suddenly, the computer began to make a strange static noise. The man stopped and stared at it for a few seconds with wide, shocked eyes before slowly lowering his gun and getting up. The static continued as the song died out.
I fell into a ring of fire...
The man ran toward the computer and sat down, staring at the screen for a moment as a picture of a black circle with a bunch of small numbers spinning around it came up. A white dot began to bleep inside of the circle and a voice started to come through.
"Hello?"
The man blinked, listening. He could hear other people talking in the background. And then he heard the man's voice again. "Hello? Is anybody out there?"
He picked up a black transmitter and clicked something on top of it. "Hello?" He replied. Little did he know that he was talking to Jack Shephard along with the rest of the Oceanic flight 815 survivors on the island. He had no idea that just his voice alone had sprung hope inside each and every one of them at that very moment...
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John Locke stood leaning against the side of the massive radio tower watching in silence with his arms crossed and a gun in his hands as Jack spoke into the transmitter to the people on the boat offshore. When he got off of it, Locke saw everyone yell with joy as people hugged each other and celebrated.
His eyes traveled the scene to where Ben was, tied up against a tree looking bloody and beaten, just as he had when they first captured him down in the Swan station. He scoffed at the irony in his head. Perhaps if Ben hadn't shot him and left him to die, he could have helped him prevent this from happening. Because John had heard what Ben said earlier. And if he was right, then he didn't trust the people on Naomi's boat at all.
Jack turned and looked at Kate, who returned the look with a small smile. "You did it, Jack." She said to him happily.
"You can thank me when we're on that boat." He told her, nodding his head and putting the radio back inside of his backpack.
Kate didn't really know what else to say but smile and walk off to celebrate with the others. Jack knelt down on one knee and sighed with relief. It had all been worth it. Finally it seemed like they were being rescued. As he took in this thought and laughed under his breath, he looked up and saw Ben.
He was standing behind his binds by the tree looking directly at him with his big, bug-like eyes narrowed and his face fallen in disappointment.
"What?" Jack asked. "Mad that I didn't obey the great leader of the others?"
"No, Jack..." Ben said, shaking his head and sighing. "I'm disappointed in you."
"Well that's your problem, Ben." Jack replied, looking down and zipping up his backpack.
"I warned you about what would happen, Jack." Ben continued. "And instead of listening...you've killed us all."
"No, Ben." Jack smiled, standing up. "You're just saying that because you've already lost." Ben frowned as Jack walked up to him. "You're mind games are done. Nobody here is going to listen to you. The only people on this island that did listen to you are now dead. And that's on you..."
And with that, Jack turned and walked away leaving Ben against the tree, watching him go with wide eyes and his mouth slightly open. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Jack..." He called after him, but Jack ignored this comment and continued to where the groups of his people were, still celebrating their rescue.
Danielle came up to where Ben stood as everyone began to pack up and prepare their leave. She took out a hunting knife and cut the ropes. Alex came up and grabbed Ben by the shoulders, keeping him there in case he tried to escape while her mother untied him.
"I see you've chosen their side as well..." Ben said to Alex sadly.
Alex shifted her eyes uncomfortably and held him still.
"Disappointing." Ben sighed. "First you abandon Jeffrey and now--"
Danielle slammed her fist into the side of Ben's face, shutting him up at once and making fresh blood slip from between his lips. "Don't you ever speak to her again." She snarled, cutting the last rope and pushing him to the ground where she dug her knee into his back and grabbed more rope to tie his hands together behind his back. Ben remained silent, looking into the ground with a defeated expression. Alex remained standing, unsure of what to do.
As Danielle stood back up, Alex looked at her and muttered "Thanks..."
Rousseau blinked, and simply nodded as Alex left them and joined the group, her mother watching her go with a smile on her face.
Hurley stood on the beach by their camp, looking out into the ocean with a glum expression on his face. Sayid, Jin, and Sawyer were helping pile up all of the bodies from the other's invasion earlier on that morning while Bernard sat inside the van looking at all of the beer in amazement.
"Where did all of this come from?" He asked.
"The dharma folks were building a road." Sawyer answered him. "You know how hard it would be to do that without a little beer to tie you over?"
"This just seems so...surreal." Bernard said, shaking his head. Sawyer raised an eyebrow and climbed inside of the van. "I mean...We find hatches full a food...then food drops from the sky...and now some magic car comes to save the day full of beer."
"Why complain? It's beer!" Sawyer smirked, cracking open a can and drinking it with a sigh of relief. "What? Don't tell me your wife doesn't let you have a little fun once and a while."
Bernard glared at him. "For your information, my idea of fun isn't being a drunken idiot!"
Sawyer shrugged and took another drink. Hurley sighed and kicked some sand into the ocean before turning around and watching them. Sayid dragged Tom's body over and placed it by the man who had gotten his neck broken. Hurley came up to him and said "So dude, like...what are we going to do now?"
Sayid looked at him with a little laugh. "Well, first we have to get back to the rest of our people."
"Are they coming back here?" Hurley asked. "Cus I don't see the point of living at the radio tower, dude."
"Of course they're coming back. Once they've found rescue." Sayid said.
"If they've found rescue..." Hurley muttered, looking down.
Sayid studied him for a moment. "You don't think Charlie did it, do you?"
"Well it's been like...a day." Hugo said, taking the opportunity to talk about it. "And Desmond isn't back either. He could've drowned or something, or--"
Sayid patted Hurley's shoulder and he stopped talking.
"Don't worry." He said. "Charlie was the one who rescued Jack from the cave-in, remember? If he can do that, he can do this too. Besides, Desmond is with him if anything goes wrong."
"Yeah..." Hurley sighed. But that wasn't the only thing that worried him. Unlike Sayid, he knew about Desmond's flashes and about how Charlie was supposed to die soon. What if Charlie knew he was going to die but did it anyway to rescue them? And that'd be why Desmond was the one who decided to join him...
These uncomfortable thoughts were shook from his head when the walkie talkie in his pocket suddenly started to make static and Jack's voice rang in saying "Hurley? Anyone there?"
"Yeah, dude." Hurley said into the walkie-talkie.
"Hurley, we've contacted Naomi's boat."
"What?!"
"Let me see that." Sayid said, taking the walkie-talkie politely. "Jack, what happened?"
"We talked to them; they're going to take us home." Jack said.
"They did it!" Hurley announced happily to Sawyer, Jin, Bernard, and Juliet who were now all standing by the van. "We're gonna get rescued!"
Bernard and Sawyer both cheered and laughed. Jin grinned as Hurley joined them and gave him a huge bear-hug. Juliet simply watched and smiled with her arms crossed. Then she laughed when Hurley looked at her and said "Screw it" before giving her a big hug as well.
Sayid smiled and said "Jack, where are they going to pick us up?"
"We don't know, I'm going to radio them in again."
"Why don't you ask Naomi where her boat is?" Sayid asked.
Jack paused for a second on the other end. "She's dead."
Sayid blinked and the celebration was cut short. "What?"
On the other side of the island by the radio tower, Jack frowned and said "Locke killed her."
"Locke?" Sayid repeated in disbelief.
"What?" Sawyer asked, stepping out of the van looking dumbstruck.
"I almost forgot about him." Hurley muttered.
"Why did he kill her, Jack?" Sayid asked.
"He doesn't want us to get off the island." Jack said, looking over and seeing Locke watching him by the tower's base. "He's one of them now..."
A few minutes passed after Jack got off the walkie with Sayid and started up the transmitter once again. Kate joined him, looking over his shoulder hopefully as Jack pressed the buttons that he remembered Naomi had told him about before putting it up against his ear like a phone. He heard static for a few moments before the man's voice he had heard earlier said "Hello?"
"Hey, it's us again." Jack said. "We need to know where your boat is and where you're going to pick us up."
"Approximately 80 miles north of your island." The man said. "We can be there in two days at full speed."
"Alright, that gives us enough time to get there." Jack said, relieved. "We'll be on the beach, ok?"
"Alright, hey, what's your name?"
"It's Jack."
"Alright, Jack. We'll see you soon."
"Thanks." Jack turned it off and smiled at Kate.
"So when are we leaving?" She asked.
"Right now." Jack said, shrugging his back-pack onto his shoulder. "Once I tell Sayid and his group where to go, we can meet up somewhere and head straight to the beach in the north."
"Just like that?" Kate asked.
"Yeah." Jack chuckled and nodded. "Just like that."
"Sounds too easy to me..." Kate smirked.
Jack chuckled again and said "Well, without the others in our way...what can stop us? Right?"
Later, on the beach, Sayid and Hurley were searching through all of the maps they had stolen from Rousseau. They were sitting under a tree by their camps, looking through it intensely.
"Jack said they're in the north, and the radio tower is here..." Sayid said, taking a pencil. "Which means if we're going to meet them, we should head north to save time and see if we can cross paths with them."
"Maybe we should find a good place to meet them at..." Hurley muttered.
"How about our village?" Juliet suggested, appearing by Hurley's side and looking down at the map that showed the village her people had lived at.
"It's surrounded by a fence that'll blow our brains up though, I thought." Hurley muttered.
"There's a code you can use to disable the fence. I know it." She said. "And if you let me I can tell Jack the code as well. That way whoever gets there first can just wait for us. Then we can head to the beach."
Sayid frowned and stood up. "Why are you so eager to get back to your village, Juliet?"
Juliet frowned at him but kept her cool. "Sayid, I know that you're an interrogator but for once, maybe you should actually trust me and listen to a good idea when you hear one."
Sayid remained where he was but didn't say a word. Finally, he grabbed the walkie talkie and begrudgingly said "Fine, but this does not mean I trust you."
"I don't need your trust, Sayid." Juliet said simply, looking him in the eye.
Hurley looked between them both uncomfortably. "I think I'm going to go...over there..." He muttered lamely, getting up and leaving before they could start yelling at each other.
Claire came up to Jack as he finished telling the group about the plan to move north. She was holding Aaron, who was crying in her arms loudly.
"Jack, I'm worried." She said over the noise of the baby.
"About?" Jack questioned.
"Aaron." She said. "He hasn't stopped crying since this morning."
"I'm sure he just misses Charlie." Jack said with a smile.
Claire nodded, her lip shaking a little as she tried to calm Aaron down. Jack noticed her expression and said "Aaron isn't the one you're worried about, is he?"
Claire stopped, for some reason unable to look at him as she gave a curt nod. Jack sighed and patted her shoulder. "Look, Charlie will be fine."
"Don't say that." Claire snapped at him, suddenly reproachful. "You don't know that!"
Kate put an arm around her and led her away as Jack looked down with a sigh. The last thing he needed right now was to feel guilty. He hadn't really thought of what had become of Charlie and Desmond, nor did he really want to think of it. He assumed that they'd get to Sayid's group before they left and that was that.
As Kate led Claire away from Jack, they passed Rose and Sun who were sitting in the grass talking.
"Who would think that Bernard would be such a hero." Rose chuckled.
"Or my Jin." Sun laughed.
"At least Jin is young and sharp." Rose told her. "Though if Bernard was a few years younger I'm sure he could've competed with your husband."
They both laughed as Kate looked at them with a smile. She thought about Sawyer and how he'd gone back and helped save them and how her previous anger toward him was somehow diminished. But as she thought of this, she saw Jack talking on the walkie-talkie to Sayid and her face fell, remembering him say "I love you." only a few hours earlier to her.
As Jack looked at the group of people getting ready to leave, he put the walkie-talkie away and turned to Kate. "You remember where the other's village was, right?"
"Kind of." Kate said. "Why?"
"Because I just got done talking to Sayid and Juliet. They've decided to meet us there." He told her.
"Can't you remember the way there?" Kate asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not from where we are right now." Jack shook his head. "And I came in from the east of the island when we went to the village. We're still south of the village. And since you were one of the people to came south when you got me, I was hoping you'd know the way there."
"Yeah, I think I can lead us there." Kate said confidently.
"Alright, good." Jack smiled. "I'm going to tell the rest of the group where we're going and what's going on." He walked down the hill toward everyone else while Kate stood watching him with small smile of her own.
Danielle had her arms crossed as Jack explained to everyone where they were heading. Ben had his head down but his eyes were wide open and listening to the plan in silence. Rousseau looked at him with disgust, wondering if she could hit him again just for the hell of it.
"I'm surprised, Danielle..." Ben said suddenly, catching her off guard.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"I'm surprised by you." He said, looking at her over his shoulder. "You have the man who kidnapped your child tied up and you haven't even asked me why I did what I did..."
Rousseau blinked, unsure of what to make of this. Ben continued, looking down at his feet. "Not that I'm really surprised. A lot of these people here don't ask very many questions. I guess you're just like the rest of them..."
"Shut up." Danielle said coldly.
"Or maybe..." Ben ignored her. "Maybe you're just afraid to find out the truth...after-all, you know things these people don't know..."
Danielle's eyes flared as he said this. Her fists clenched and she thought about hitting him. Beating him senseless until he could never utter a word again.
"I told Alexandra that I was her father when she was growing up." Ben said at last. "And for the most part she believed me. And when she was old enough to ask, she asked about her mother...Do you want to know what I told her?"
Rousseau slammed her fist into his face once again, but he kept his balance, leaning over and letting the blood drip from his mouth and his nose into the grass. He sighed in pain and opened his eyes, shutting up at last.
Danielle looked up as Jack began to lead the group up into the jungle along with Kate. She took the rope in her hands and pulled Ben along behind her, giving a painful tug every now and again as she led him into the forest with the rest of the survivors.
Sawyer tossed the empty beer can over his shoulder and onto the beach as he put all the guns they had into the back of the van. Jin walked by carrying his backpack as well and putting it down next to the guns.
"Hey, Chewie." Sawyer said to him. "Not a good idea, the guns might go off if you put that there. It's gonna be a bumpy trip down the yellow brick road, after-all."
Jin muttered something in Korean and raised an eyebrow. Sawyer rolled his eyes and threw Jin's bag toward the front of the van instead. Jin stalked off looking confused as Sawyer closed the van doors up with a sigh.
He turned around and found himself facing Juliet, looking at him with a tilted head and crossed arms.
"What?" Sawyer asked, affronted.
"Why did you kill him?" She asked calmly.
Sawyer opened his mouth but paused. Who was it she was talking about? It had to be Tom, of course. She didn't know about...
"Like I said, I didn't believe him." He snapped. "It's hard as hell to believe anything your people said anyway."
"He had no gun, no weapons, and he was severely outnumbered." Juliet said. "Even if he was lying, there wasn't much he could've done except gone back to tell the others they'd lost and we'd won."
"Well I felt more comfortable not having him around at all, okay?!" Sawyer said, raising his voice in annoyance. He really did not want to talk about this, especially to Juliet.
"James..." She said.
"It's Sawyer..." Sawyer muttered.
She stared at him. "Right...Sawyer...look, whatever's bothering you--"
"There's nothing bothering me, alright?" Sawyer growled. "Just shove off. Go kidnap a baby polar bear or something..." And with that he stalked off, leaving Juliet alone, watching him go with a saddened expression on her face. She could tell there was something wrong.
Meanwhile, Hurley stood on the beach looking out into the ocean quietly before seeing Sayid getting ready to get inside of the van. "Hey, dude!" He called, running through the sand up to him.
"What is it, Hurley?" Sayid asked, stuffing his maps into the dashboard.
"I'm thinking I'll stay here, y'know." Hurley said. "Wait for Charlie and Desmond to get back. 'Cus they won't know where we'll be at and we can't get rescued without them."
"Hurley, we can leave a note for them." Sayid told him, shaking his head. "And besides, I'm not leaving you alone on the beach."
"We can't just give up on them!" Hurley said loudly.
"The others are still out there." Sayid said, frowning at him. "If you stay here alone they might come here with full forces and take you. We can't have that. We're leaving now. Jack and his group already have a head start but we have a working vehicle. We should get there at around the same time, tomorrow."
"So we just leave a note for them?" Hurley asked.
"Yes, a note." Sayid said.
Hurley looked back out into the ocean, half-expecting to see the boat Desmond and Charlie had sailed out on in the distance. But there was nothing there except the bright, yellow gleam of the sun bouncing off the ocean's surface. "Alright, but I get to write it." He said.
"By all means." Sayid agreed.
"And--" Hurley said. "I get to drive."
Jin took a seat inside of the dharma van along with Bernard, Sawyer, and Juliet. Sawyer looked down at groaned. "Damn it." He said. "There's only one box of beer left."
"Well we should save it then for the rest of us." Bernard said, grabbing the box away from him.
"You don't even like beer!" Sawyer snarled.
"I didn't say that." Bernard said calmly. "I'll drink a fair few every now and then."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Sawyer muttered, rolling his eyes. "Maybe when we get rescued we can meet up at a bar and have a few Bloody Maries."
Bernard smirked and shook his head while Jin looked out onto the beach. Hurley was finishing writing the note before pinning it up on the nearest tree. Sayid climbed into the passenger's seat, looking around and saying "We're lucky we can all fit in here."
Hurley walked over and clambered into the front seat of the van, starting the ignition with one try. "Alright..." He muttered, looking out the window. Despite everything, they were all going to miss this beach, save for Juliet of course. They lived there for a long time, and it felt sort of surreal that they'd have to say goodbye to it. Most of their tents were still up, and they could see the burial grounds in the distance where a few of the survivors had been laid to rest.
"Goodbye beach!" Hurley yelled out the window.
"Don't be so dramatic." Sawyer muttered, leaning against the inside of the van uncomfortably.
The wheels began to turn as the group drove off into the jungle leaving their only home on the island behind them.
The black man who had received the transmission from Jack unlocked a door, making it groan as he swung it all way open. He stepped out into a long, dark hallway with only three, dim lights hanging from the stone ceiling above. He walked down the hallway, wearing a black suit making him look like a shadow. As he walked, he past doors that looked like cells and each door had a different bar code on them with a set of numbers and a name. He ignored all of the doors down the hall until he got to the one at the very end in front of him. There was a button on the side of the wall next to it. He pressed it and said "Four-One-One-Nine-Seven."
The door slid open and he stepped into a different room, slightly brighter than the hallway behind him. He climbed up a fleet of carpeted stairs and into a big, round room with a giant window stretching along the walls where he could see the ocean stretching out all around their boat. There was a desk at the end of the room with a big, red chair behind it. Sitting in the chair there was a man with gray hair. He had his back to him, however.
"We've found Naomi's crash-site." The black man said. "It's on the island, like we suspected."
"How do you know this?" Spoke the man. He had a calm voice but it had an essence of power in it.
"The plane that crashed there, sir." The black man replied. "There are survivors from the crash. They told me they have Naomi with them."
"Excellent..." The man behind the chair said. "Head there now."
"Right, sir." The black man nodded, turning to leave.
"Oh, and Zack." The man said. "Make them think that they're going to be rescued."
"Of course, sir." The black man, apparently named Zack, said with curt nod before leaving the man in the chair alone in his room to look out into the ocean where the island was just out of sight...
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