The next generation

Written by: Amee Eliza

Summary:

This is my own take of some the tale of the children: Alexandra Linus, Karl,.Tonya Alpert, Aaron Shepard, and guess who? Sam Witwicky?! Here is their story. Their encounters on the island and growing up on the island.

Type: Lost/Transformer crossover

Karl woke up and stretched. The light of the morning was pouring in the window. His bed was situated at the right side of the room in the corner. When you first walked in this seventeen year old boy's room you probably would be shocked. The floor was made of concrete and the window was curtained with bed pillow cases. The walls were white and bare except for the picture of President George Bush on the wall. Mikhail had given that picture to him as a gift. Karl didn't even know who the guy was, but the look in his eyes was encouraging.

Karl stepped out of bed. He put on his jeans faster than a rabbit skipping across hot dessert sands.

Then he turned on his CD player and adjusted the volume to twenty.

The song blared:

(wake up)

grab a brush and put on a little make up

hide the scars to fade away the shakeup

(hide the scars to fade away the shakeup)

why'd you leave the keys up on the table

here you go create another fable

you wanted to

grab a brush and put on a little makeup

you wanted to

hide the scars to fade away the shakeup

you wanted to

why'd you leave the keys up on the table

you wanted to

why i dont think you trust in my self righteous suicide

i cry when angels deserve to die

Karl breathed in smoothly as he waited for the familiar lyrics to be sung. The only song he had every heard from systems of a down was chop suey. He liked it. The feeling of the song took over him in a way.

He turned the song off as soon as he washed the shaving cream stuck on his hand.

His face was clean now.

He trounced out of his drab room and went to the head room. He looked around for Mikhail.

"Mikhail!" He yelled out.

"I'm in the basement." He called.

The Russian man had taken Karl in two years ago. Karl got along pretty well with him but he could tell their was moments when they both couldn't quite convey what was on their thoughts and emotions.

Mikhail was not emotional or so it seemed to Karl but Karl had strong emotions of determination. He was determined to get a degree and to learn the piano. It was a challenge. The teacher, Mr. Linus was a challenge too. He made Karl perform to a high mark and Karl got bent out of shape and defiant when he pushed too hard.

One day Ben Linus said: "I only push to test you. You have a choice, fail or win. Can you please take a pick?"

Karl thought Linus treated him too formally and the man seemed very hard to understand. Linus would be smiling one moment and the next he would get that hotty attitude. An attitude that screamed "Who do you think you are."

Karl was also mad that Linus was their leader.

Because if he wasn't the leader than Karl knew he could have more freedoms. Taking trips off the mysterious island (which he had never done), find his place in the clan, and show everyone his ideas.

When Karl thought abou these things he was also intimidated. He knew he was way outnumbered, and that the island was a pool of constant changing and hand on forehead of complexities.

The island had this weird leader. The island had a weird ability to heal people.

Karl didn't know about the head leader Jacob; their man in the cabin who spoke to no one but Ben. He didn't even know why his wounds healed so fast.

He didn't know what it was like to be in love (something that confused him).

Karl's mind was frustrated at times and then he had to go scream or get his anger out by sword fighting with Mikhail.

Mikhail use to be in the military and had acquired this set of training swords from Japan.

They were tradition Japanese Kendo Shinai swords made from bamboo.

Karl would have been nervous if he sensed that Mikhail took these sword fights seriously because he knew Mikhail was a tough cookie. He was vengeful at times.

Once Karl had spilled coffee all over the carpet and the man went ballistic. It was a white shag carpet snagged all the way back from the hippie days of the Dharma Initiative.

He made Karl clean all the floors as a punishment. Karl complained only to Alex.

Alex was Ben's daughter. They had been friends for a long time and they shared a hobby of the exploration of the island. They discovered hilltops that looked all the way over to the other side of the island, groves of trees, and a pit filled with tiny white pebbles. A brook was over to the right of the pit and in the brook the two teens filled their water bottles and played with the moss on the rocks.

Until Ben stopped their outings. He told Alex that it wasn't proper to go alone with a boy. Alex was steaming and cried to him about this.

Karl said that maybe they could take Tonya but Alex protested and said it wouldn't be special anymore.

Karl shrugged. He was practical and told her: "Why? Tonya is cool. She would not be in the way at all. Besides we need to include her. What's worse giving it up and pouting or taking our hikes back and taking a little fifteen year old with us?"

"I am not pouting Karl. I just..." She trailed off in deep thought.

"My Dad. I just don't understand why he doesn't trust me."

Karl nodded in understanding.

Mikhail actually smiled that morning. He said: "I fixed the memory module for the computer."

Karl blurted out: "What's that?"

Mikhail looked up at the young teen. Mikhail's black eye patch look like a raisin against a pale sky and his Dharma jump suit made him look like he was a plumber.

Karl would advise him about his fashion but he thought it a wiser option not to.

"The memory module stores information. It's not that difficult." He beamed.

There was two eggs burning on the stove.

Karl said: "Uh-"

Then Mikhail's eye widened and he yelled: "Oh no!"

He flipped them and smelled the air surrounding the stove. He gave a cough.

Karl could not resist a grin, "Let me make breakfast next time."

Mikhail didn't respond but headed to the fridge for a gulp of milk.