Disclaimer: Yes, yes, we all know this already -- I do not own diddly-friggin'-squat. Do not remind me. :-
A/N: OH MY FRICKIN' GOD. I have made the DUMBEST mistake EVER made on EVER! Rereading chapter four, I realized that I said one fifth plus two fifths plus three fifths equals ONE. OH... MY... GOD. I AM THE STUUUUPIDEST PERSON IN THE WORLD:slaps self silly: I CANNOT BELIEVE MYSELF! Ahhhhh, this shall go in the record book, recorded as "Stupidest, most obvious mistake -- young author, bookworm835, has said that 1/5 + 2/5 + 3/5 1." It shall be posted on the Wall of Shame in all regions of the world! I AM SO STUPID! Feel free to flame me on my dumbness. I shall know that I have deserved it. Anyways, okay, last chapter was called "This is the End" so I had to put "WIP" in the summary because it is NOT the end of the story. And, rereading it, for some reason my computer forgot to put ? and ! and . sometimes. Sorry for the typos! Waah, now I have to do a Megan chapter. I find Megan chapters much more difficult to write. Hopefully it's still interesting. Thank you to all reviewers:huggles tearfully: I wuv you all... :regains dignity: Ehem. Let's move on, shall we? Oh, and it's been FOREVER since I've wrote in this so if it doesn't sound quite right, I apologize.
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Tap, tap, tap.
The ground lurched beneath Megan's feet. She whirled around, slightly nauseous. She was on an airplane. Outside, blue skies and white clouds whirred past. Again, no one seemed to notice her. Steadying herself, she routinely began her nightly search for her uncle.
Tap, tap, tap.
There was a older, bald man that Megan recognized as the man Charlie had called Locke. Brushing back her blond curls, Megan began to walk past silently when she heard him mumble something almost incoherently, almost as one would do in sleep, but Megan could tell that he was not truly sleeping.
"What are you searching for?"
Blinking, alarmed, Megan took a step backwards. She clapped her hand across her mouth. Her stomach churned. She shook her head disbelievingly, taking a few deep breaths.
"I'm talking to you, Megan Karen Pace. Now... what are you searching for?"
Tap, tap, tap.
"I'm searching for my uncle," Megan explained. "I -- I thought he'd be here."
Tap.
"He's here... we all are. We're lost and we cannot escape. Can you understand this? We cannot find our way home." Locke's voice was unnervingly calm.
Tap.
"Where is home?" Megan whispered.
Tap.
"Home..." Locke said softly, "home... is nowhere to be found. We're lost."
Tap, tap, tap.
Megan was shaking now. "W-w-where are we?"
There was a long silence. Then Locke's eyes opened and Megan was terrified to see that they were the same jet black and milky white colors. He smiled coolly. "You tell me," he murmured.
Tap, tap, tap.
Megan backed away, Locke still smiling eerily. "I -- I -- I'm searching for Charlie." She took a few more steps backward. "I have to find him. I have to save him before... before he dies."
Locke's grin widened. "His life is already yours."
Her heart a constant drum beat, pounding painfully in her ears, Megan scurried off, her face pale. His life is mine? she thought. No... no, if his life was mine... he'd have to be... he'd have to... he'd... it's... impossible. Charlie is alive. Charlie is alive!
Following the odd tapping sounds, Megan loped nervously through the isle, looking like she was stepping on hot coals, skipping around from foot to foot. She saw a few irritated people staring behind their seats at a young man who's eyes were closed in a fitful half-sleep, music blaring from his CD player's headset. He was tapping his ring against the armrest of his airplane seat. When Megan got close enough to hear the music, she recognized the song as a tune from her father's old band. Liam had played Driveshaft's CDs often around their household. Liam's band... and his brother's.
"Charlie?" she called in his ear. "Charlie, I've been looking for you!"
Charlie jerked awake, blinking. He whirled in his seat, his neck snapping around. From behind her, Megan heard a female voice. "Are you alright, sir?"
"I -- I'm good, thanks," Charlie mumbled.
Megan looked around. A dark-haired flight attendant was looking slightly skeptical. "I can get you a water," she offered.
"I'm fine," Charlie said rather quickly. "Thank you," he added, then hopeful that she might leave, "Please?"
The flight attendant nodded but looked very much unconvinced. "Alright," she said. She turned and walked back down the isle. Charlie twisted around and watched her talk secretively to another flight attendant. They both glanced up at Charlie, who swiftly turned back around, his eyes wide. When he looked back again, the flight attendants were heading towards him.
"Charlie...?" Megan wrung her hands.
Jumping up, Charlie bolted. He bumped into the black-haired man Jack. "'Scuse me," he muttered hurriedly, pushing past. Megan, her eyebrows arched, raced after her uncle. Her short legs and nauseous stomach made it hard to keep up with the panicked Charlie. Charlie frantically jiggled the doorknob to the bathroom but the door was shut and locked. Frustrated and obviously frightened, Charlie dashed off a different direction, the flight attendants yelling at him. Charlie shoved past a pretty blond in a pink miniskirt.
Excuse me," she said irritably.
Charlie apologized and ran on. Megan, her heart pounding in her ears, scurried after, and Charlie sprinted into another bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. Megan ran into the door and yanked on the doorknob. It was locked. Megan banged her fist against the wall.
The flight attendants began to yell. "Sir, are you alright?" they said.
"Just a minute," Megan heard Charlie mumble from behind the door, his voice muffled. She pressed herself flat against the door.
"I'm going to have to ask that you open the door, please!"
"Just a minute..."
The flight attendants were getting impatient. Megan watched them hurry off for assistance. She stayed by the door. Suddenly the plane jerked underneath her. She heard a loud "thud" from inside the bathroom and all the people outside the door screamed. Megan remained grounded, however, not budging an inch. She pounded on the door.
"CHARLIE! CHARLIE, PLEASE, HEAR ME!"
Suddenly the door flew open and Megan had to jump out of the way. Charlie sprinted past and crawled into a seat. She followed him, unaffected by the tossing of the plane beneath her. Charlie pulled an oxygen mask that had fallen from the ceiling and pulled it over his mouth. Megan ran in front of him and stared into his gray-blue eyes. They were wide with fear. Megan reached her hand out, calling his name over the awful screeching and moaning of metal.
"CHAAAAAAAAARLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
B A M ! C R A C K !
Megan screamed and sat bolt upright. She immediately felt that she was not at home; the ground beneath her was soft and gritty and the sky was bright blue. A gentle breeze picked up her gold hair. She wrapped her arms around herself in the strange, new place. After squeezing her eyes shut and opening them again to find that she was still on the sunny beach, she began to hyperventilate, tears rolling down her cheeks. Then, her vision blurred, she burst into hysterical sobs. She curled up and let the foam of the clear-blue waves wash her bare toes.
Then she heard a voice.
"Oy! You, there, you okay?"
Megan's eyes widened. Blinking wildly, she slowly turned around. A shortish man with dirty-blond hair and a scruffy beard stood along the edge of the jungle. His gray-blue eyes scrunched up. Then he took a step backwards.
"Megan?"
Her mouth dry, Megan whispered, "...Uncle Charlie? Where are we?"
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Yeah, I know, short, cheap, rip-offy kind of chapter. It's been too long since I've written in this last so it doesn't sound right. Sorry if it's boring, which I'm sure it is. If you don't like this please read my other stuff, some of it's better than this load of crap. Aaaanyways, now that you've read, you might as well review! Even flame (check the A/N at the top... it has at least two huge reasons to flame... go on, look! I shall not be offended!).
