A/N: OKay, I know I said that The Kids would be the next one I updated but I couldn't resist. Besides, I have no ideas on what to do next with The Kids. If anyone could lend me a hand feel free to PM me.
Disclaimer: I dont own Lost or any of the characters. I only own Ashes, Crystal, Volosser, Tim and Scarlet.
4th July 1939: 12:45pm
Sawyer rang the doorbell of the 8th house he'd been to. He then ran away, hiding behind bushes. When an elderly man opened the door and looked around, confused, he snickered. After he did this to 2 more houses he saw a mansion down the end of the street. He ran down to it and knocked on the door but as he turned to run he tripped on something and fell. He looked down at his foot and saw that something had clamped down on it. He cursed as he sat up and started fiddling with it.
Suddenly the door opened and a balding, brown haired man came out.
"Hello," he said, bending down to Sawyer's level.
Sawyer ignored him and kept fiddling with the trap.
"Did you ring my doorbell?" he asked,
Sawyer nodded slightly and the man unhooked the trap from the stairs.
"Come inside and we'll get it off." He said, helping Sawyer to stand on one leg and get into the house,
When they got inside the man disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Sawyer sitting on the kitchen counter. When he returned he was holding a pair of pliers and unclipped the trap from Sawyer's foot.
"I'm John Locke by the way," he said with a smile, holding out his hand.
"Sawyer," he said gruffly, shaking the mans hand.
Sawyer jumped off the bench and collapsed but Locke caught him before he hit the ground.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked
"When you stepped into my trap it released a numbing shot, but you'll be able to walk in 48 hours." Locke said
"Why so long?" Sawyer asked
"If I'm away the animals could get away." He said and Sawyer nodded.
"So I guess I have to stay here then," Sawyer asked
"Well, we could get your parents to pick…." He started
"I ain't got no parents," Sawyer growled, interrupting him.
"Well then, yes, you're going to have to stay here," Locke said, dropping the subject.
Sawyer sighed and hopped over to one of the couches and collapsed into it.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Locke asked
"Nah, I'm good," Sawyer said
"Okay then, tell me something, since you're here." He said with a smile, "How did you happen to come across my doorstep?"
Sawyer ignored him and Locke sighed. He clicked his fingers and a black and white male Burmese cat strode towards him and then leapt onto his lap.
"I was playing a trick," Sawyer said quietly
Locke nodded and started stroking the cat, talking to it affectionately.
"Volosser, where's Ashes gone to? Is she still hanging around with the kittens? Why don't you go get her?" he said, giving the cat a nudge.
It jumped to another couch and then to the floor, walking through the kitchen.
"How'd you make it listen to you?" Sawyer asked,
"Training," Locke said smiling.
After a few more minutes of awkward silence came back into the room, accompanied by a cream colored female Burmese. Behind them came two small cats, one black and one cream colored with a scarlet patch on her front left leg.
"This is, Tim and Scarlet," Locke said, watching as they came towards Sawyer.
"Uh…right," he said, inching away from them.
"Ok, Vossler, Ashes, take them back to the laundry." Locke said, clapping his hands.
The cats turned around and headed back to the laundry, nudging the kittens along.
"Can you read?" Locke asked
"Course, why wouldn't I be able to?" Sawyer said
Locke sighed and threw a book at him. He took it and muttered a thanks to Locke.
"Dostoyevsky?" he said, reading the title
"Try reading it, when you feel up to it I'll find my uncle's old wheelchair and you can go exploring," he said and Sawyer nodded, turning to the first page.
After about 20 minutes he had already finished three chapters and was enjoying it, although he tried not to show it. Locke had disappeared again but he took no notice, except when Ashes jumped onto the couch he was sitting on and sat in his lap. He looked down at her and stroked her before returning to the book.
When Locke came back 2 hours later Sawyer had almost finished the book. He looked up and saw the wheelchair.
"Would you like to go exploring?" Locke asked
Sawyer thought for a second before nodding and hoisting himself out of the couch, making sure Ashes wasn't in the way first. He sat down in the wheelchair and felt a bit stupid, but was glad he could move around.
"You can go out the front or you can go out the back, where the horses are."
"Why do you have horses?" Sawyer asked
"I have a friend who lives here also, but she is away for the moment. She keeps a ranch and sometimes, in the summer, holds a school. I need to feed them soon and you can do it if you want."
"Okay, I'll do that later," he said, wheeling himself towards the front door.
Locke opened it for him and he took the ramp downstairs, which was located on the side.
As he went down the street he saw kids his age in the front of their houses, but he made no move to go towards them. Instead he slid out of the wheelchair and sat on the ground outside Locke's house, looking around.
"Do you live there?" a female voice asked, coming towards him.
Sawyer looked up at a blonde haired girl looking down at him.
"No, why?" he asked
"Well, that's Mr. Locke's house, he's a hermit and we didn't think he had any kids." She said, sitting down next to Sawyer.
'I'm not his kid. I was playing a trick on him and then fell in one of his traps. I'm paralyzed for 48 hours, well, now it's 46 hours."
"Oh, so you're not paralyzed completely."
"No, not at all, just till Saturday." He said with a grin.
"I'm Crystal,"
"Sawyer," he said looking around.
"So, where do live?"
"Oh, around," he said, waving his hand in a random direction
She smiled sadly and looked around at the other kids.
"Are they afraid of me?" Sawyer asked suddenly.
"What?" Crystal asked
"When I came out they looked at me, and they looked scared." He said
"Well, some of them are, I mean, it's not everyday a teenager comes out of Mr. Locke's house. When they saw that you were in a wheelchair they started talking," she said, staring at the grass,
"Talking? About what?" he asked
"Well, we thought Mr. Locke had paralyzed you," she said quickly.
"Why would a guy like him do a thing like that?" Sawyer asked, looking her in the eye.
"Haven't you been round the back yet?" she asked
He shook his head and she stood up.
"I'll show you," she said, helping him into his wheelchair.
She pushed him around one side of Locke's house where the stables were located and there was lots of land stretching onwards.
"Mr. Locke moved here eight years before I was born, in 1917. After he moved in his family came over, but one by one they all died, even his sister, Jeanie. When all his family had died it was 1925 and Jeanie was the last to die. After that he lived as a loner, but sometimes he got a large bag and threw it into the back of his truck and left, sometimes for days. When he came back he took the bag and went inside again. But the strange thing was that the people who had died always went on trip with him, never before or after, but during." She said sadly, pushing Sawyer over the land.
"So, you think he murdered his family?" Sawyer asked, looking around.
"I dunno, but every time he gets back from one of his trips, he has scratches and bruises all along his arms. We think he's being tortured or is torturing himself for what he did." She said, stopping.
He looked forward and saw 3 rows of crosses. There were 5 crosses in each row, and each cross had something written on them.
"Are these…." Sawyer said softly and she nodded.
Sawyer pushed himself towards one of the graves.
"Jeanie Locke, born 1914, died 1926. She was only 12 when she died." He said softly.
"It's sad," Crystal said
"Come on, I'll introduce you to my sister, my brother and a couple of the other kids." She said, turning his wheelchair around and pushing him in the other direction.
"Wait, I gotta feed the horses." He said, pushing himself to the stable.
A/N: Please R&R.
