Special
Chapter One
Author's Notes: Hope you(yes, it is almost down to one or two) came back! Thanks if you did! I'm writing this for myself, btu I love reviews! Oh, and this chapter takes place at night, right where the last story left off. Thanks for the reviews for the las part!
Disclaimer: The one and only Lost disclaimer for this story: I do not own Lost. Got it? All I own is a screen name and a few plot bunnies. Actually, my screen name comes from a book title, so yeah.. I did get some cds for Xmas though! Elton John and Billy Joel. Oh, and LOTR. I own those!
Summary: Michael, lost in the jungle, has to find his way back with help from Locke and survive the interrogations about Walt's childhood(hehe..) while Kate and Sawyer take an awkward journey through the jungle that leads to a discovery that will help to find Claire.
Note: This is not the official summary for .
The sound was unlike anything Michael had ever heard before. It was a mixture of the sound of steel moving and a machine moving through the grass. The horrific sound had made Michael stop short on his way to the beach. Walt had gone down to take on another backgammon match with Hurley, who now owed the kid fifty-thousand dollars. Maybe he'd actually be able to buy a good car if they ever got off of this place.
And there was that sound again. Michael didn't make a noise as he slowly walk backwards as the sound grew closer. Bushes began to move, twigs broke, and then out stepped..
Michael asked, surprised.
Locke stepped off the path. He looked exhausted, sweating, but appeared unhurt.
What're you doing out here? Locke asked.
But Michael's mind was elsewhere..
It was 1994. Michael had just gotten home from a long days' work at the construction site. He had been contracted six months at a mall that was being built in eastern L.A. It was an hours' drive to work, and and hours' drive home, but he needed the money, and couldn't take the job down. At thirty, he was one of the youngest workers on the job, and was usually picked at by the regulars' who were part of their own little company that had been together for years. It was only his second year on the job, but besides being young, there was nothing that separated his skill from the others.
Throwing his coat aside, he made his way into the bedroom of the apartment that he and his girlfriend, Jasmine shared. It was a one room apartment in a building of five hundred, so it wasn't anything special, but it worked for the two, who hadn't planned on working towards anything larger, and they were hardly ever home anyway. Jasmine, who he nicknamed Jazz for her love of the music, was in law school an hour and a half from home. She took night classes, so he usually ended up sleeping at home. So he was surprised when he came home at nine to find her sitting on the end of the bed, gazing helplessly down at the stomach.
What're you doing here? He asked, as he went up to her, thinking the worst.
And the thoughts grew as Jazz didn't answer.
He asked, kneeling in front of her. Jazz? Jazz, answer me.
Jazz looked up, her dark, but not to dark, face with her hollow brown eyes met his, and he saw that she was crying- or had been.
What's wrong? Michael asked, looking at her. Did someone die? Get hurt? Something with school-? she interrupted finally in a weak voice, Michael, I'm pregnant.
Michael just stared at her, wondering if he heard her correctly.
He repeated. Pregnant.. pregnant.. as in.. baby pregnant?Michael stop! Jazz said suddenly. You know what I'm mean! There's only one kind of pregnant-!
Michael cut her off.
Shh, shh, he said, taking her hand and running his fingers across her thumb, you'll be okay, you'll be okay..What about us? Jazz said, her pleading eyes boring into his. What about us Michael?
He placed his hands on her shoulders and stared into her beautiful brown eyes.
We'll be okay, he said, we'll get through this.Don't lie to me Michael, she said, he stared growing hard and cold.
He then placed his hands on the sides of her head, and let his forehead rest against hers.
We will be okay, he assured, I'll never leave you, I promise.
Michael broke away from his thoughts, acting as if it were nothing.
he lied, it's nothing.
He stopped, as if suddenly realizing that Locke was there, and before he was talking to no one.
he said to Locke, what are you doing here? Where have you been?I figured people would be starting to get hungry, Locke explained, came to do a little hunting.
Then he asked a question Michael didn't expect.
Want to come?
Michael stared at him. Was he serious? He knew nothing about hunting except the part about killing animals. Nonetheless, he didn't want to be looked down on as the only person on the island who couldn't hunt. Hell, even Hurley could catch a fish.
he shrugged.
......
Sawyer stared up at Kate and blinked, wondering if she was a hallucination. Blink. Nope. She was still there.
What the hell are you doin' here, Freckles? He asked, staring at her.
Kate was standing with her arms crossed at her chest, a bushy pony tail behind her, and a small backpack over her shoulder. He could see the nickname mentally driving her crazy, and it didn't bother him a bit.
I could ask you the same, she said.
Decided I fulfilled my stay at Beach Inn, he said with a smirk, thought it was time to pack it up.Don't lie, Kate said, I know what happened between you and Jack. Sawyer asked with that same smirk. We're a couple now? Where was I?Shut up Sawyer, said Kate.
He just smiled to himself, turning to the ground. Then, without saying a word to Kate, he put the fire out, and stood up, throwing his single pack around his shoulder, and began to walk off. Kate followed him.
Why are you letting them do this to you? She asked, staying behind him.
Personally Sweetheart, Sawyer said, I don't want me there as much as they do.
Kate followed after him.
Where are you going? She demanded.
Sawyer threw his stuff down, and then threw himself down against a tree.
To sleep, he answered, how about you?
Author's Note: Okay, bad ending, I know. I have huge series of events I have to sort through, so I was afraid to write anything major events because I was afraid I might change my mind. Well, hope you all came back to read! Until next time..
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