The Impossible

Chapter Two

The climax pages of A Wrinkle In Time flapped steadily as the wind picked up the shovel of nearby sand. Shielding the sunlight from his eyes, Sawyer watched as Kate walked up to him, hands crossed over her chest.

"Can I help you?" He asked rancorously.

"So what's this I hear about you trying to break world records?" Kate asked sarcastically. "Fastest personality change?"

"Ha," Sawyer said dryly, and then sat up, "so what can I do ya for?"

"You're sick," Kate said simply.

"Excuse me?"

"You're sick," Kate said, slower, "I've heard you haven't been doing well. Headaches, bitterness-" she added the last part under her breath- "more than usual."

"Well glad to know the tribe's worried about me," Sawyer said, leaning back against the tree.

"You're not going to be able to hide forever," Kate told him.

"I guess you're just glad you get another opportunity to let Dr. Jack save the day," Sawyer said as he closed his eyes, and Kate stood there while Sawyer pretended to sleep, until she finally gave up, and walked off.

But at the sound of Kate's footsteps fading, Sawyer slightly opened one eye, and watched as she walked the shoreline up the beach, hated that he knew that she was right.

(Space)

A golden ribbon of the sunlight's ray danced upon Shannon's light-colored hair as she stood up from where she was hovered over, zipping up her luggage. The day had been unusually hot, and Shannon felt as though she could swim for hours. The only thing that had stopped her earlier was the lack of food she'd have when she came back, and swimming had always made her hungry.

"I ran into your brother today," Sayid said from behind her.

The windless humid air stood against Shannon as she turned, facing Sayid, and smiled.

"My brother?" Shannon couldn't believe that she actually had to think on that one.

"Boone," Sayid reminded before she got the chance to correct herself, "out in the jungle..just..sitting."

"Just..sitting?" Shannon asked, as if wondering when the punch line would come in.

"Just sitting," Sayid echoed back.

Shannon's eyes diverted from Sayid to the jungle, where all was quiet save a few chirping birds. She began to wonder, if they had guns, why not hunt the birds too? Shaking herself out of it, Shannon realized what a ridiculous question that was.

"What do you suppose he does out there everyday?" Shannon said before knowledge that she had said it out loud. "With Locke, I mean?"

"Well there's only one way to find out," Sayid said, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

Like a contagious disease, it passed onto Shannon's.

"You mean.." she began, grinning, "seriously? Follow them?"

"What harm could it do?" Sayid asked, not knowing how wrong he was.

(Space)

"Well look at the rich kid," a voice said in front of Boone, "on the road. So when should I alert highway patrol?"

"Funny," Boone said, moving his pre-calculus books to make room for one of his only friends in high school, David to sit down at their table in the overcrowded high school cafeteria.

"So let's see it then," said David, holding his hand out.

"See what?" Boone asked, knowing perfectly well what David was talking about.

His drivers license picture. Boone hated it. His face looked like it had been boiled white, and his eyes looked zombie-red. The hairs around his ears stood out visibly, and the hair on his head which was supposed to stand out, didn't stand out the right way.

"Come on," David said, motioning for Boone to give it up with his hand.

"Fine," Boone sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a leather wallet he had bought two years ago at the mall with his first pay check.

It didn't take two minutes for David to start laughing disruptedly, causing others to glare at the two, and Boone to coward back into the shoulders.

"Oh come on," David said, settling down and handing the picture back, "it's not that bad, and hey, they spelled your name right."

"Sure," Boone muttered.

David let him dwell in pity a moment before bringing up a subject.

"Did you hear about Matt's party?" David asked, lowering his voice.

Boone's eyebrows crinkled, trying to place name with face.

"Who's Matt?"

David shrugged.

"Who knows," he said, "but I've heard he's got this really great place, all to himself, and he's throwing a..um.. 'housewarming party' tonight."

"You know all they're going to do is-"

"It's open house," David interrupted, "what do you say?"

"Nobody will want us there," Boone said, thinking more of himself than David.

"Exactly," David pointed out, "so no one will notice we're there."

Boone eyed him skeptically.

"What do you say?" David asked.

"I don't know my mom would say-"

"You know your mom wouldn't care," David said, "it be that stepfather of yours, of anybody. Come on, we'll take my car."

Boone still looked a little uncertain at the idea.

"Let's just call it- a celebration," David said, eyes sparkling as he grinned, knowing that would persuade him.

"Fine," Boone gave in, "but if no one says a word to me by nine, I'm going home."

"Whatever dude," David shrugged, standing up, "just remember, it's my car."

"Boone!" Someone whispered into his ear. "Boone, wake up, it's morning."

"Just give me five more minutes-" Boone groaned.

"No," Locke said, "we're late, some others are already starting to get up."

Boone's eyes fluttered open as he sighed, rolling over to find Locke standing over him.

"What time is it?" He mumbled, and was suddenly reminded of himself as a kid, never wanting to go to school.

"Four-thirty."

Accepting Locke's hand to help him stand, Boone couldn't help but to think that even with college and working, he had never had to get up this early, and, looking around, couldn't find one other person in the entire camp who was awake. He figured Locke had just run into Jack back at the caves. Boone picked up an old bottle of water he had from three days ago, and ran it over the fire beside him, and then grabbed his pack, and headed behind Locke into the forest, never once noticing the two pairs of eyes following them.

Author's Note: Okay, I promise I'll try and write more tomorrow, definitely fitting in Jack. Because I can't fit in more Jack without Sawyer, and it's almost eleven-thirty, and I'm exhausted. Too much crying from "Do No Harm"! How funny was it though to see Matt playing the piano? Okay, so odds are, it was some other guy- those hands didn't look like his- but still, just the thought of it- lol! I finally know where I'm going with this story, and the next, which will probably be the last in the series, since the season finale's coming. Then I'll write a sequel, and maybe do more. I don't think you'll ever be able to get rid of me. Thanks for all the reviews!

LOTRfanficreview- good catch! I'm so glad you mentioned that! "The Impossible" is a song by Joe Nichols. Look back at a verse of it I posted first chapter, and hopefully you'll see the simularities between the song and this series. Kind of scary. "The Stranger" and "Wish You Were Here" are both songs("The Stranger" was what Alex was playing at the hotel, remember?) and were used for the same purpose. "The Message In the Bottle" had nothing to do with throwing a note in a bottle out to sea(unless you work it out metaphorically with Jack and Kate, which I just realized, you can) but the whole thing with the medicine bottle and the achohol bottles.

Crazyhorsegirl88- Thanks! And you reminded me of a plot I had! Kudos yo ya!

Thanks also to Moon's Tear, Eliza4892, and auroasmist!

Coming up in "The Impossible":

The fatal party, the fatal car, the fatal car crash. Guess what one of my main themes is? Walt and Alex discover a mysterious island creature(which kinda comes out of nowhere). Sawyer thinks he's dying(hehe) and Shannon and Sayid get more than they bargained for when they follow Locke and Boone. And Jack will be back! I promise!

Thanks again!

October Sky