Wish You Were Here
Chapter One
Author's Note: Welcome to my eighth, that's right, eighth story in my series! And this one's about the new girl- Alex, and let me tel you, she's not as good as she'll make you think she is. Let's just say she did something really bad right before she got on the island- but it wasn't all her fault. Not really. I really like what I did with her flashback, and I've had it prepared for months. I was originally going to make alex another character in a story, but back then I didn't know all of the character's names! Anyway, I hope you all came back! Enjoy!
Note: The first Alex flashback is really one of the last
Disclaimer: Lost is owned by J.J. Abrams and his crew at ABC. The part with the plane comes directly from the previews for "Deus Ex Machina". I just own my crazy little mind, lol. "Wish You Were Here" was written by Roger Waters(?) of Pink Floyd.
Series note: This story is part eight of a series. The rest can be found in my bio. The series is called 'Fated' and begins with "Whatever the Case May Be". You may be confused at some points if you haven't read the entire thing. Actually, you'll find yourself confused a lot.
Spoiler Alert: This series is based on spoilers, pictures, and theories. You have been forewarned.
Flashback note: Flashbacks are in italics. Don't get them confused with the occasional italicized thought.
Summary: Wish You Were Here: The survivors work together to try to learn more about the mysterious new castaway, who has a few secrets of her own, while Boone searches the new crash site, which welcomes another new survivor. Alex-centric.
Alex's eye snapped open to darkness. Groaning, she rolled over, and immediately knew that something was wrong. Her head felt heavy and she was sure she was going to be sick, and she was- moving? That couldn't be right. But she had no time to ponder that, because screams suddenly filled the night air. Rolling over and propping herself up with her elbow, Alex ran her hand through her hair, and took in her surroundings. She was in a dark room, laying on the bed, where someone had managed to cover her with the sheets. And the room was moving.
That's what bothered her the most, even more than the screams for help she was hearing from behind the door on the far side of the room, and the feet she saw skimper across the floorboards through the light that shined underneath, giving her enough light to notice that a phone lay on the night stand beside her, hotel room style. Panicked, she glanced from the phone to the door, phone to the door, contemplating on what to do.
Sitting at her usual spot on the beach, Alex stared out into the ocean, trying to draw a ship with her mind, trying to remember.. No one had hardly talked to her since she was found. No one had asked if she was okay, asked if she needed anything, asked if she wanted to help out.
She tried to tell herself that she didn't care, and tried to not let it get into her whenever she heard the conversations of two people who were perfect strangers, walking happily behind her as she sat, day after day, moving only to retrieve water from the caves(she refused whenever she was every now and the offered. She figured if Jack hadn't of been planning secret conversations with Kate, or getting himself beaten to a pulp, he would've, but she wasn't about to push talk even if he was the only person who had bothered to talk to her since the very first day, when she told them that she had never been on a plane in her life. She knew what was going on though, it didn't take a genius, and really, she didn't blame them a bit: they were afraid of her.
Just then a mixture a voice caught Alex's attention, coming from behind, where she knew just up the slope, a group of castaways had gathered, and were talking about her, discussing her, like she was some debate topic, but she couldn't make out exactly what they were saying.
However, up under the tent that a half a dozen castaways were crowded over, Kate was hearing every word, and didn't like a bit of it. Rumors abound suggesting that maybe she was one of Ethan's group, or Danielle's escaped kid who knew secrets about the island that they couldn't even begin to guess. But Kate never heard any of the suggested issues. She was too worried about Jack. Memories of the kiss trailed back to Kate in tents of black and blue, since that was the most of Jack she saw that night. Afterwards as she sat next to Jack, who had finally fallen asleep nearly an hour and a half later(Jack seemed to be paranoid that the sun was raising too soon) and the guilt finally overcame her, and she stood up, putting the fire out and throwing a shirt over Jack as she ran out of the area, escaping into the jungle.
"Kate?" A voice said into her ear. "Kate? You there?"
"Huh?"
She shook herself out of her thoughts to find Charlie trying to get her attention.
"We were wondering what you thought of Hurley's theory," Charlie said, and as she did she noticed that the others had been staring at her.
Great, she thought, the last thing I need is for even more suspicion to arise around me.
Stalling as much time, Kate glanced over to the jungle entrance, trying to act like she was thinking, but instead, really saw something: Locke, coming out of the jungle, exhausted and alone. This immediately alerted Shannon.
"Where's Boone?" Shannon said to herself where she stood, worried, beside Sayid.
She tried to run forward to bombard Locke with a million questions, but was stopped by Sayid, who's rather not have to deal with another murder. Instead, Shannon stayed put, watching, helpless, as Kate ran to Locke.
"Where's Boone?" She asked as she approached him.
Closer to him, Kate noticed that Locke was walking with a slight limp in the left leg, and looked to be in real pain.
"What's wrong?" She asked him, suddenly nervous for an answer.
"You didn't hear it?" Locke asked her, trying to catch his breath as Kate noticed his face going white and sweating.
"Hear what?" Kate asked, concerned and worried.
"Something happened," was all Locke said, noting wanting to start an uproar as he saw other survivors, "I need to talk to Jack."
Kate bit her lip at the sound of Jack's name, and Locke noticed her reluctancy to answer.
"What is it?" Locke asked, now as equally worried as she was about him.
"Um.." Kate began, looking down and then looking back up at him as she continued, "something happened to Jack last night."
Locke only looked at her, cueing for her to go on.
"He was attacked," Kate said as best she could, fearing that her voice was breaking.
"Attacked?" Locke repeated, unable to believe it. "By who?"
Kate's eyes trailed over to Sawyer's new home, only a short distance from where they were standing. Sawyer was now laying back in against some wreckage he had stood up, and looked in pain as he tried to concentrate on whatever book it was he was reading. She had completely forgotten his return, which had not gone unnoticed by the other survivors, who had whispered and sent rumors flying about the mysterious attack on Jack more than Alex. There was even one outrageous story being told on the beach about Jack being attacked by a polar bear on the way back from wherever it was he went at night, and saved by a mysterious flying boar the storyteller swore up and down he saw later on that night.
Sawyer had returned sometime around eight, eight-thirty that morning, drowned out and walking heavily. Though there was clearly something wrong with him(Sayid never told her exactly what he did to him) Sawyer didn't say a word as he passed through the beach, and passed out just as he reached his camp, where he had slept for at least the next five hours.
"Sawyer?" Locke said in pure surprise.
Kate nodded as she turned away as Sawyer flipped to the next page of his book, and she tried to tell herself that she didn't see the fading red rings around his wrist.
"Well where's Jack now?"
(Space)
The plane had crashed nearly five miles away from where Locke had fallen near the hatch, and had taken Boone at least two hours to find, and when he did, he felt ready to ask God now what he had against him when he saw the planes condition: stuck in a large, overgrown tree that looked impossible to climb. The worst part was, the weight of Boone's backpack would make it even more difficult, but he couldn't leave it, in the case of survivors where he may of needed the water in it. Sighing, Boone climbed onto the first branch, and fifteen minutes later, found himself seated in the middle section of the plane. Or what he thought was a middle section.
Two seats sat behind a locked door that clearly led to a cockpit. The plane seemed empty, except for a suitcase that lay in a single seat. Curious, Boone fumbled with the latches, and through it open to find- drugs. And not medical drugs, either. Drugs that one would smuggle out of a country. Drugs that would do no good for him, or anyone else on the island for that matter.
"Who's there?"
Boone spun around after almost having a heart attack to see a man's hand that had opened the cockpit door, and was dangling in the air. Cautiously, Boone stepped forward, having to sidestep broken glass and duck under branches that had broken through the window, and entered the cockpit.
Having never been in the front of a plane before, Boone found that if he were to stay in here any longer, he would get a headache from the massive amounts of buttons and levers. A hoarse cough took his mind off the complicated system, and Boone turned his attention back to the injured survivor. Correct that- very injured. The man seated in front of him was at least in his early forties, with brown, graying, hair. He supported a ripped up shirt sleeve, his arm bleeding underneath, and a long cut sprouting from his forehead. That was bleeding.
"Oh God," Boone muttered as the horror of responsibility struck him.
He was alone. It was all him. No Locke or Jack to cover up his mistakes, and he knew that if he didn't help him, the man could die. Taking in a deep breath, Boone prepared himself for the task. The first thing he did next was remove the man's seat belt, as the man began his own task of giving Boone the third degree.
"Who are you?" The man began.
Boone found no reason to lie to him. If all went well, he'd most likely become just another castaway. That was when Boone saw the transceiver. Letting the seat belt slap against the seat, Boone grabbed for it.
"What're you doing?" The man asked in a panic.
Turning the transceiver on, Boone waited for a signal, and could've shouted in glee when he heard one.
"Thank God," he muttered, feeling the most relieved he had ever been before, "oh thank you God!"
And he got right to work.
"May day! May day!" He said into the transceiver, impersonating Sayid's actions when they had received a signal before.
There was static, and for a moment, Boone was sure that all hope was lost, and that he had just somehow ruined a chance of survival for everyone. He could've killed himself. And then-
"Hello?" A woman's tired voice came from the speakers.
"Oh thank you!" Boone said, tilting his head back as he laughed a little.
"Can I help you?" Said the woman's impatient voice.
She obviously had had a rough day.
"Yes, I need immediate help," Boone shook his head, realizing how stupid that sounded.
"Where are you?" The woman asked.
"I don't know," Boone said, as it hit him for the first time, "we're the survivors of the Oceanic Flight 815."
"There were survivors?" The woman said, mind wondering away in amazement.
"Yes!" Boone said into the transceiver, now just as impatient as she was before. "We're somewhere in the South Pacific, I think."
There was a pause, which worried Boone, then-
"How many were there?"
Boone quickly calculated in his head, first instinct going survivor by survivor. There was Shannon, himself, Jack, Kate- then he wondered if he should be including Ethan and Danielle.
"Um..forty something," Boone said at last, "another plane just crashed here."
"Flight number-"
Boone looked back to the survivor of the crash, and found him- to Boone's greatest fear- passed out.
"I'm not sure," Boone said, "he just passed out."
"Try and get him to wake back up," the woman instructed.
It sounded as though there was a lot of commotion behind her, and a million odd thoughts ran through his head unexpectedly. Tell my mom I'm okay- Shannon's fine. Let Jack's mom know her only son's okay, but her husbands dead- tell Charlie's brother that he's fine- tell Claire's mom the baby is about to be born, and is so far healthy-
"Excuse me, Sir?" The woman asked, sounding worried. "Sir, are you all right?"
"Yeah," Boone said, nodding though he knew she couldn't see it, "yeah, I'm fine, but we got a pregnant woman here, nine months. And some French scientist who's been here for sixteen years, and then we found this-"
Suddenly the line went static.
"Hello?" The woman's voice said eerily over the static. "Sir, are you there?"
"I'm here!" Boone tried yelling into the transceiver. "I'm here, I'm-"
But the line went dead. Completely dead.
"Oh damn," Boone muttered, "oh damn, oh damn, oh damn.."
Boone tried hitting the side of it, but it was no use. Turning the transceiver over, Boone fumbled with the battery cover before taring it open, only to have it start smoking in his hand.
"Dammit!" Boone yelled as he dropped the transceiver in shock.
He then realized what a stupid idea that was, the plane could catch on fire, the transceiver could be destroyed. No more chance of rescue. As though it could read Boone's mind, the transceiver started smoking immediately. Boone sighed in relief, and then, holding his hand to his head, Boone tried to take in all that had just happened. Had he ruined their chance of rescue with a few selfish or unselfish thoughts? Or did they now have a new hope? What was he going to tell the others? Should he tell the others? He wanted to break down right there, telling himself that he was a failure, and even if he told the others, they'd crucify him. He was scared senseless, and wanted to do nothing more but sink against the side of the plane, and disappear. But a single grunt drove him from those thoughts, and he picked himself up, and began what would eventually become a long process of rescue.
(Space)
"Jack!"
Jack's eyes snapped open to sand, which stung the wound on his face beyond belief, and as he groaned, rolling over, and wiping the sand off his face, wincing as he felt it inflicted into the cut he knew was running down his face. Waves crashed somewhere in the distance, and ashes lay in a pile only a few feet from him. It took him a moment to remember why he was lying the ground, shirtless, and beat up, and when he did remember, he wished he hadn't.
Except for the kiss. No one had ever made Jack feel that way before- like anything could happen, like everything was possible. But alone with the kiss he also had another memory that stuck out from last night- talking, with his father. Jack now wondered how how he could've ever even considered following his father to death, left to do nothing but watch as the survivors drug on without him, sitting as his dead commentaried.
"Jack!"
Noticing his sleeveless, purple shirt laying beside him, Jack figured that Kate must've laid it over him when he vaguely remembered falling asleep around three-thirty. As he scurried to put it on, he heard the footsteps coming closer, and realized how it would looked if someone found him sleeping with Kate.
"Hey, Kate," Jack whispered, careful not to alarm her, "Kate-"
But as he turned, he realized that he was alone, with no trace that there had ever been anyone there with him. A pang of heartbreak hit him like bricks as he found himself feeling guilty- what if Kate hadn't even wanted this? A childlike voice in his head insisted that 'she started it' but Kate had run, and no telling how long ago.
"Jack!" Jack looked up from where he was sitting on his knees to find Charlie, hunched over, and gasping for air. "Thank God-"
Jack waited for Charlie to go on, but Charlie's mind suddenly switched off.
"Did you sleep out here?" Charlie said, looking around, eyeing the burnt out fire in front of Jack.
"Yeah," Jack nodded, sounded like he was speaking more to himself than to somebody else, "guess I did." He paused. "Did you want something?"
"Yeah," Charlie said, remembering what he had came for, "you've got to come."
(space)
"Are you saying that a rescue plane flew over this island, and then crashed into it?" Shannon repeated in incredulity.
Locke agreed to tell a few of the others after telling Jack, after Kate reminded him that they'd somehow find out about it.
"So what do we do?" Charlie asked.
But instead of Jack's answers following, a loud cry for help interrupted their conversation.
"Help!" Came Boone's voice, shouting nearby. "Guys, get over here, quick!"
Spinning around, the castaways saw that Boone was coming out of the forest with a man of at least forty-two. The man's arm was around Boone's shoulder, and Boone was trying to drag him the best he could. Locke and Sayid rushed to help him, leading the man over to the tent they had set up. Jack moved to help Locke and Sayid carry the man, but Kate put a hand out to stop him. He looked at her, wondering what she was doing.
"Maybe you shouldn't over do it," Kate advised, remembering Jack's heart skipping a beat not even twenty-four hours before.
They both knew if they were back home, Jack would be in a hospital bed right now. Then again, if they were back at home, none of this would've, or would be happening. Jack hated having to be told what to do, and hated not being able to help out. It was what he did- his job. It was what he came out of his coma for. Then Kate smiled at him, reading his mind. Well, not the only thing..
"Hey, Jack!" Charlie yelled, breaking into their moment. "You should get over here!"
Jack ran over to where they had the man laid out on the sand. The man looked horrible, with a bleeding cut to the head, and a ripped up shirt sleeve. By looking at him, Jack's doctor instincts told him that the man's leg was swollen, hopefully not broken, and his arm would be cut up. It was like he had flown through a wall of glass. Just observing the man, Jack sighed, running his hand over his head, knowing it would be a long day.
Author's Note: So there you have it! First chapter! Sorry for the cheesy ending, but if I hadn't of ended it here, it would've gone on forever! There will be more Alex next chapter, and in the future. I'm very excited about this story, and have the flashbacks and the ending planned, as long as most of what's going to happen. I just have to get the order straight. Thanks to all who reviewed for "Request" and especially to any who came back!
On writing Alex, I'm putting a little of myself into her, not in past connections and what she did, but more like personally, because it's easy to see me playing her. It just helps, you know? Well, not me playing her, but, (shakes head) never mind. I just hope you like her story as much as I do!
Oh yeah, and say hi to my review/author's note buddies: Sawyer and Fluffy the Man Eating Polar Bear(who's never really eaten anything in his life). Say hi guys!
Fluffy and Sawyer: (waves) Hi guys!
They're the perfect match, especially since Sawyer's afraid of Fluffy:)
Crazyhorsegirl88- (if your here) Sorry for not doing the funny letters, lol, it'd drive me insane! Please forgive! Thanks so much for mentioning how I write romance! I was hoping someone would! I love writing that way(not to mention I'm a whimp when it comes to writing loves scenes). I might not write so much actual Jate romance as Jate scenes. I believe we're getting Jate romance all the time, with their looks, smiles, laughs, and basic conversation, because there's so much meaning and feeling behimd it. You won't see me making Kate pregnant, though I'll never say no to another kiss! I just have to tell you, don't get your hopes up for any time soon. Thanks so much for all your reviews!
And the same goes to everyone else! Usually when I write a specific review of a review, it's because that person said something that I can reply to, without going, "thank you, thank you" over and over again. Not that I don't apreciate everyone's reviews. Some people just strike an issue that I want to reply about. Thank you, all of you, who review! It's greatly apreciated! You guys make my day each time! Even the flamers, I can usually laugh at them, or take constructive critism constructivly. I generally write for myself, though I always take reviewers and it's much more funner that way!
Sawyer: Next on "Wish You Were Here":
Sayid comes this close(holds up thumb and finger) to finding out Boone's secret; Jack learns that Sawyer's back(oh yeah, he didn't see him on the beach; Sawyer and Jack have their first scene since the fight, in which Sawyer tells Jack something that he should want to hear, but the outcome's a bit shaky; I don't know if this will be next chapter but we'll learn that Alex has a secret of her own, concerning her health, that's almost just as bad as Shannon's asthma attacks. Ties between her and Sawyer may loosen, as in he won't be as much as a jerk around her. Through her flashbacks, you'll get more on her life, something creepy that led to her being stranded, and coincidences between her and Danielle, and past connections between her and the survivors that will send shivers down your spine- hopefully.
Once again, thanks and hope you liked it! Until next time..
October Sky