Disclaimer: If I own LOST, Ewan McGregor would actually be a regular character on the show. And no, I don't own Ewan McGregor either.

Starlight

--Prequel to "The Locke and the Key"--

"Did you drop this, honey?" Rose asked kindly. Ewan looked over his shoulder and the sleeve of his leather, motorcycle vest.

Rose hadn't looked into Ewan's eyes lately. Now that he actually had his celebrity-undercover sunglasses off she saw what was hidden underneath them. The young man was deeply troubled. Rose hadn't spoken to him much, but one look at the black holes that had been dug in the middles of each slate-grey circle told Rose that he was longing for someone.

With one look at the bundle of papers clutched in Rose's hands, Ewan let out a dramatic sigh.

"Are they yours?" Rose asked sweetly.

Ewan shot an annoyed look up at the sky and then rolled his eyes in Rose's direction. "Yeah, they're mine," Ewan said gruffly. He rolled up the sleeves of his grey t-shirt so they were tucked neatly under his leather vest. He looked back at the ocean and waited for Rose to either hand him the papers or set them down.

Instead, she continued to hold onto the papers and sat down with him. She looked at the sea for a moment and then back at Ewan. "They fell out of your suitcase," she explained as she finally set the papers down. "I haven't read them, don't worry."

"Ha," Ewan faked a laugh. "It's nothing important," he lied. He reached for the papers and held them out so Rose could see. "It's a script," he said. Then, he ran his finger under the title. "Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith," he read aloud. He sighed and slammed the stack of papers on the ground.

Rose looked over at Ewan with her mouth wide open. "That's a big movie," she exclaimed.

"No kidding," Ewan sneered.

Rose recovered and then realized Ewan really didn't want her company. She stood up and smiled at him. "Good for you," she said sincerely.

Ewan just rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the ocean. He could hear Rose's soft footsteps getting farther and farther away. He started thinking about the reason he had gotten on this plane to begin with...

"Yes, Mr. Lucas?"

"I know this is a lot to ask of you, with your busy schedule and all, but..."

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if you could fly over to L.A. for the first table read. It's just so much easier for the rest of us..."

"When?"

"If you could be here in two weeks... the twenty-third, that'd be great."

"Hang on."

"Alright, Ewan."

Ewan grumbled to himself. He hated when Americans pronounced his name "Ew-IN". It's "You-IN". For the last time, it's "You-IN"! Ewan screamed in his mind. He called for his wife, "Honey!"

"Yes?" she asked in her sweet, French accent as she entered their room.

"When's that wedding thing in Australia?"

"The twenty-third," she replied.

Ewan turned back to the phone. "Sorry, George. I'll be at my wife's friend's wedding in Australia. Can I maybe take a flight out on the twenty fourth?"

"Sure, that sounds good."

"Thanks. Have you talked to Nat and Hayden yet?"

"I made sure they were free that whole week. Your schedule is always the hardest to fit."

"Heh. Thanks. Well, I'm really excited. I can't wait. Oh, hey. Would you mind sending me a copy of the script?"

"I'll mail it to you."

"Sounds good. Well, thanks George, but I gotta go. Give me a shout if there's any news, kay?"

"Alright, Ewan."

"Bye, then?"

"Bye."

What an exciting last phone call to George Lucas, Ewan thought sarcastically to himself. He sat on the beach wondering if he would ever be rescued. There was absolutely nothing on this island for him. He had no fame, no job, no friends, no fun and no wife. Ewan smiled as his thoughts took him back home.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a playful tap on his bare shoulder. He turned around and smiled. It was Kate.

"Ewan," she greeted him. Then she looked down at his suitcases and her expression changed. "I thought you said you were moving your suitcases after you ate lunch."

"I ate lunch at 11:30," he replied with a smug grin. "It's alright, Kate. I think I can handle carrying suitcases on my own."

"You lost to me in arm wrestling," Kate shrugged. Ewan began to laugh and then she added, "Twice."

Ewan smiled passionately at her and stood up. He looked her in the eyes for a second and then reached out to hold her hands. He grabbed her soft, small hands in his own and pulled them close to his heart. He blinked a couple times which made it seem like he was batting his eyelashes at her.

Kate smiled at him, her face slightly flushed with embarrassment. She asked, "What is this for?"

"Thank you," Ewan said honestly. "You're the first person who's ever offered to help me on this bloody island."

"I... your welcome," Kate stuttered.

Ewan leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her for as long as she would let him. Suddenly, Kate pulled away and let her hands slip away from his. "You're a good kisser," Kate said with a fascinated grin.

Ewan smiled warmly and replied, "I know."

"But..." Kate said as she thought about her relationships with Jack and Sawyer. She was already stuck in enough trouble. But trouble was her middle name. She leaned in and took Ewan by surprise. She could feel the stunned breath leave his mouth before he returned her kiss. She wrapped her hands around his back and planed to kiss him until the stars came out.

Ewan gladly allowed her plan to follow through.

That's right! You found it! Finally the prequel to "The Locke and The Key". Now, we'll get an inside look on Ewan's mysterious past... dun dun dun! Look out for more chapters coming your way.

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--Mrs. Desmond