The impossible
Chapter Four
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OMG! I can not believe that I forgot to mention that this fic's part of a series! I was wondering why I was getting so many new reviewers. Go back and read the other stories if you want, the list is in my bio, but because of my stupid mistake, I'll trying and fill you in on what you need to know for this story( that's based around SPOILERS I also forgot to add!)
1. I went with the theory that it was Boone on the meds. Locke and Jack both no. Sayid doesn't, and that's perfect, because what better time for him to run out than now?
2. Sawyer..um..beat up Jack really, really badly two fics ago, and the consequences threw both him and Jack into comas..that's why all the Sawyer/Jack tension.
3. Alex is Danielle's daughter, and was stranded on the island after a boat crash. She was with her boyfriend(Adam) and some guys who had just robbed a cruise ship. They were sailing from Europe to New England, and the reason she was in Europe was because she kept having these weird dreams of her and her boyfriend kissing under the Eiffel tower, and thinking they meant something, chased it.
MOST IMPORTANT FOR THIS STORY! YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND IF YOU DON'T READ THIS!
4. A few fics ago, (Hearts and Minds) I had Boone having these weird hallucinations of
this young, blonde headed girl- who turns out later to be Locke's daughter. Locke's been after Boone for eight years, knowing that he was the man who killed his child..
I think that's towards the end of my story "The Message In the Bottle". If anyone doesn't understand, please ask!
(Space)
Boone's head pounded as he sidestepped a lose tree root. He had felt like hell the past half hour, but had been afraid to slow down or stop, knowing that Locke probably would've never noticed, and Boone knew that he couldn't afford to get lost out here.
The basement door creaked as Boone pulled it open, causing dust to fly from the hinges, and the smell of smoke and achohol hung in the air as Boone carefully stepped on the first step down.
"Hey, Boone," David said from a corner as Boone's eyes adjusted to the bright light coming from the lamp over a pool table, "so glad you could finally join us."
He was about to ask who 'us' was before seeing that they were sitting right in front of him- five of them to be exact, senior losers with sleevlish muscle shirts and tattoos, laughing hysterically as they drunk their daily dose of death, and David was one of them, only, without the tattoos and muscles.
"What are you doing?" Boone asked uneasily as he moved into the basement, which was packed with moving boxes which centered around the pool table, a big screen tv, and a mini refrigerator.
"Just having some fun," David said innocently, coughing from the cigaret exhaust, "come one, sit down."
"Plenty for everyone," said a guy Boone didn't know with short brown hair.
The guy held up a bottle of beer, offering it to Boone, and he suddenly remembered every 4-H and dare class he was ever forced to take in school, and knew he was now facing what was named 'peer pressure'. Disregarding the fact that only one of the guys was a peer.
With a nervous hand, Boone accepted the bottle,
"Cheers," Boone mutters, gulping before bringing the bottle to his mouth, and just as he was about to tilt it upwards, the action was interrupted by a half a dozen other glasses hitting his.
"Cheers," the others repeated.
Unexceptionally, the first drink turned to a second, second to a third, and so on, until Boone couldn't control himself. The liquid seemed to take over his mind, and even though the bile was bitter, a taste he couldn't stand, something made him keep them coming.
"Boone," David said when he was only on his third, Boone on his fourth, "maybe you should stop. Come on, I'll drive you home."
"No," Boone said, slurred, "I'll drive myself home."
"No!" David protest as both he and Boone stood at the same time, Boone staggering. "You can't, you'll kill yourself- or someone else."
"I'm fine," Boone said, "just give me your keys."
"What?" David exclaimed.
"Give me the keys to your car," Boone said, his eyes red and flashing.
"No-" David said, staring at Boone, "I won't. I won't let you. I'll get someone to drive you home-"
Boone cut him off, sending a fast punch directly to David's nose. David cried out and pain.
"All right, all right!" David said, clutching his nose as it bled fluently. "Here!"
He handed Boone the keys and kept to the ground as Boone rushed back up the stairs, leaving.
"All right back there?"
Boone jerked out of his thoughts at the sound of Locke's voice. Lost in memory, he wasn't even sure where they were, or how far along the trail they were.
"I'm fine," Boone lied as he took the meds out of his pocket, and took one.
"Running out?" Locke asked, noting the emptiness of the once full capsule.
"Um..yeah," Boone said, trying to mentally count how many he had left.
Eight.
"Jack said he'd look for some more."
"Jack's a busy man," Locke said, as if trying to remind him of something.
"Then I'll look for some more," Boone said, feeling himself getting agitated.
"What if there is none?"
"What?"
"What if you can't find anymore," Locke said, "what if there's none left?"
"I don't know," Boone said, "why are you asking me this?"
"I'm just preparing you," Locke said, casually.
"For what?"
On cue, the sound of a man shouting and the sound of tree limps snapping, and Locke and Boone looked down when it stopped to find Sayid at their feet, panting and bleeding from the head.
(Space)
Walt was beating a stick against the ground as Alex said beside him, massaging the side of her head as she tried to make sense of what she was reading.
For people who have claimed to travel to the Inner Earth, they state that the people they encounter in this region are usually very tall. Some other individuals have speculated that descendants of Atlantis and Lemuria live in this Inner Utopia and therefore they are thousands of years ahead of us technologically and spiritually.
So what was the point? What was it about? She didn't understand it, but now it seemed to obsess her, like when a song's stuck in your head for weeks but you only know the four lines of the chorus.
"Get anything yet?" Walt asked, sighing impatiently beside her.
"You're only ten," Alex said, looking at him, "why do you want me to explain this stuff to you anyway?"
"I dunno," Walt shrugged, "it's weird, like-"
They were cut off by the sound of something falling, and a loud croak of death.
(Space)
Sawyer felt dizzy as he watched the pen Jack was holding move back and forth.
"Will you stop it?" Sawyer hissed, reaching out and grabbing Jack's hand.
Jack glanced over at Kate, and the two shared some kind of knowing look that Sawyer didn't understand.
"You wanted my help," Jack pointed out.
"I didn't want nothing from you," Sawyer said coldly.
"Fine," Jack said, throwing the instrument he was holding down abruptly, "you had your chance."
He turned and to leave, but Kate grabbed his arm before he got to the exit.
"Jack-" she began, giving him that same look.
Jack just shook his head, and left. Kate turned, and glared at Sawyer.
"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Kate said.
"He could've sat there twirling that pen all day and that never would've helped anything," Sawyer said, grabbing his head as it seared in pain.
"I thought you were afraid," said Kate, looking at him.
Sawyer looked up at here.
"You think to much, you know that?"
"Sawyer, if you'll just work with him-"
Sawyer stood up.
"I'm not working with nobody," he said sharply, and glared at her for a moment before leaving.
(Space)
Sayid winced in pain as Locke dabbed some rubbing achohol from his pack onto the cut on Sayid's head. Boone watched as Locke ran a cotton ball over it, and then shook it out, over some dirt.
"Shouldn't you be bandaging that?" Boone asked as Locke bagged the cotton ball to prevent blood from leaking, and through it into the forest.
"It's not deep," Locke said, observing the cut one last time, "so where'd you get it?"
"Shannon and I were hiking," Sayid said, "just above here."
"Shannon?" Boone snorted. "Hiking?"
He received looks from both Sayid and Locke, and shut up.
"We got lost," Sayid continued, "and the rocks that we stood on were unsteady- something we failed to notice- and we slipped."
Boone eyes widened.
"So where's Shannon?" Boone asked, worried.
Sayid looked at Boone, and then back down to the ground.
"I don't know," Sayid admitted quietly, "I could hear her- but I didn't see her."
It was quiet as the three took this information in, and Boone's worry grew as Locke said:
"Well she's not here."
Sayid and Boone watched as Locke adjusted the pack on his shoulder.
"What are you suggesting?" Sayid asked, standing.
"We need to look for her," Locke said, "I'll go this way- he pointed- and if we don't meet again in the next two hours, I'll take the path back to camp and form a search party."
"I'll go with you," Boone volunteered as he stood up, "since we're familiar with-"
"No," Locke interrupted, "you two need to go back up that way-" he motioned towards the path Sayid fell down, "and look."
"Are you sure?" Boone said, not happy at all with the thought of hiking for hours with Sayid, even if it was to look for his sister.
"I'm sure," Locke said, "you two need to go that way."
With that, Locke turned, heading back out into the jungle, leaving Sayid and Boone to form their own plan.
Author's Note: Sorry I didn't update last night! I was exhausted and fell asleep early- for once. Thanks for all the reviews!
Auora- no! Fate..I guess that was confussing..lol..fate's one of my major themes in this. Kind of ironic how that's the one thin Alex believes in, huh?
SharpShooter- Boone will live! You can rejoice now!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Okay, here's the deal, there are two ways this could go:
1. I could have this be the last story, end it, have the big theory revealed, reveal the hatch, reveal everything, get them off the island, and write the sequel.
OR
2. I can write another story, probably Jack centric(maybe Alex, since I just thought of more flashbacks for her) and THEN end it all, and right the sequel.
Or actually, I could end it all, and write an alternate ending. Or I could just write the sequel, and rearrange it to not follow the story, but I really don't want to do that, because I want to have some tension to back up on.
This would be the summary of the next fic(or at least, a working summary):
UNTITLED:
Just as Boone and Locke go missing, Kate's case is stolen, and false accusations could lead to death, if the castaways don't get their heads straight.
and the sequel..
Famous Last Words:
All seems well after Jack drowns himself in debt to bail Kate out of jail, that is, until a series of unfortunate events overcome both Jack and Sawyer, who of course blame each other. Only problem? They're both coincidentally a dozen stays away.
So what do you think? Any advice would be much appreciated!
Thanks again!
October Sky
