A/N: OK, this will probably not agree with the ( sob) end of LOST, but this is a thing I think would be neat. I've started this right after " Numbers" Review this and I'll review your stories.

Disclaimer: Me own no Lost people, though I do have a hobbit hidden n my closet!

Chapter 1: Take a Hike

Hurley sat up. He had heard a rustling in the jungle.

" Hello?"It stopped abruptly, too abruptly.

" Is anyone in there?' He picked up the stick that he had been using the as a walking stick the day before. Locke walked out of the bushes. Hurley looked up. Locke had a big grin on his face.

" Dude, you scared me, what are you doing out there man, Its gotta be like 3 a.m.!" Locke just smiled.

" Hurley, why where you whispering numbers in your sleep?" Hurley began to get hot around the neck. He knew that Locke was changing the subject onto a subject he didn't want to talk about.

" I had a dream about McDonalds dude! I was eating a Big Mac and by golly it was..." Locke cut him off.

" Are you sure?" Hurley stared up at the creepy face of John Locke.

" Yeah dude, what else would a fat guy like me dra of?" Locke looked at him for a moment.

" Good night Hurley." He said and walked off.

" Good morning you mean." he grumbled after him

Kate was just getting up as Jack walked over to her.

" Whatsup?" she asked, sitting up.

" You know how Hurley, Charlie, Saiyd, and I were out in the jungle?"

" Yes?"

" Well, we found Danielle, the French woman, she told us that her transmission is broadcasted from a radio tower on the highest point of that cliff." He jabbed his finger over his shoulder.

" So, I think a few of us should go on a little hike and reset the transmission, I figured you, and me and Saiyd, and anyone else wh could keep up." he said. She smiled.

" Sure, that sounds good, when are we gonna go?"

" I don't know, this might not work." Boone whined as he placed the chiseled rock onto the glass of the buried hatch. Locke wasn't listening. He was examining the numbers on the side of the parts they had unburied.

" I know, I just know I heard Hurley chanting these in his sleep, if no ones going to be honest around here and hold there secrets in, we'll never be able to put them together and get off the island." he said, stroking the numbers in an almost sinister way.

" You..Want.. Secrets?... I'll... tell...you...mine..if..you..tell...me...yours!" Boone panted, trying unsuccessfully to smash the glass.

" You first, Boone." Locke said, smiling at him.

" Me, OK, yours had better be good." he said, stopping his frantic effort to smash.

" Oh, they are."

" I'm in love with..." But, to his surprise, Locke cut him off.

" With your step sister who doesn't give a care about you on side, but deep in her heart she doesn't want to you die that much." Boone just smiled.

" When did you learn to read minds, John?" Locke gave his signature evil grin.

" Oh Boone, wear your heart on your hands and most people can tell what you think."

" Oh, that's deep, well, what's your secret?" Locke grinned even more and leaned over to whisper in Boone's ear.

Being just the narrator/commentator of this unfourtunent but exciting story, the only words I could make out from Locke's whispered secret where LOTTERY- PLANT-GAME.

" WHAT! HOLY CRAP! Why don't ou tell anyone? I've got to tell Shannon!" He began to run back, but he knew no more. When he awoke, he had a large sore on the back of his head and not a single recollection of what had happened.

A/N; If you like the way the story is going, give me some inside! I always check out my reviewers stories, so use that to your advantage. This is a very " slowly reveal secrets that all end up going together" type of story, so if you like it, I should be posting again within a few days. Keep on readin'!

KCC