Happy Medium
Chapter Seven
Author's Note: I know nothing about explosives, so please forgive the beginning! Enjoy!
Author's Note2: Before I give you the ending, I just want to say that I was a little unsure of this ending, but kind of liked it, so I gave it out. You get to see 'parent Jack' with Alex, so I was wondering if you could tell me how you liked it. Don't get used to it though.
Alex didn't stop running until she reached the beach. There she fell back against a tree, panting. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath before peeking over her shoulder where Michael and Jin were working on the raft only a few yards away. She gripped one of the grenades in one hand(where did her mother get grenades and better yet, why did she keep it?) and took out a lighter she had stolen from Sawyer as well.
Fumbling with the lighter a few times, Alex finally got the grenade to catch fire, and a few fumes from the smoke flickered in front of her as she gripped it tightly, mustering up the guts to throw it. She waited until both men left sight of the raft, and then Alex pulling back her arm, and threw the grenade as far as she could, which landed perfectly on the dead center of the third raft that the determined Michael and Jin were building. She pushed herself harder against the tree, waiting for the explosion.
Boom
The tree shook as Alex tumbled forward. Screams were heard all throughout the island as the land rocked as if shifting from one leg to the other, and just as Alex was about to fall forward, a hand reached out to grab her.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" A rough voice demanded.
Alex tried to answer but was unable to as her voice faltered, and she lost her balance completely, falling forward into the person's arms as she past out
(Space)
Jack stared down at the sight before him in horror and disbelief. This wasn't happening, it wasn't real. It was all a dream- one horrible nightmare. But he knew it wasn't. He had tried to save her, he really had, but it was all just too much. He was unable to take his eyes off of his hands covered with Kate blood, but Jack finally forced himself to, just to get one last look at the unmoving, unbreathing Kate that lay before him. Breathing hard, he knew he had no other choice.
Jack turned and began leafing through medical supplies like a madman until he found it: a gun he had hidden beneath it all. He took it in his hands and sat down beside Kate. Slowly, Jack took a deep breath and counted: "1..2..3..4.." tears and a strained voice got the best of him, and Jack took one last breath before pulling the trigger. The sound rang in the caves followed by the sound of Jack's body hitting the room on the cot that Kate's destroyed body didn't cover. He went down in one graceful motion, leaving the gun to dangle from his pale hand beside him, and his eyes staring into the dead atmosphere of the room.
When Alex came to from the dream, she immediately knew that something was wrong. Her wrist ached and her arms were sore, which Alex thought odd since she only past out from the exhaust. Had she of hit the ground, that might've made since, but the last thing she remembered was someone catching her, so that was ruled out. Wanting some answers, Alex forced her head to roll up. Her vision swerved in and out a bit before she realized where she was. She was in a cave, and someone had tied her up. The question of who was answered when Sayid, Sawyer, and at last, Jack came into view. From the fact that Jack was awake, or at least appeared to be, Alex knew that she hadn't been out for more than a few hours.
"What's going on?" Alex finally asked when it was obvious that none of them were going to say anything.
Sayid was the closest to her, and Sawyer was just behind him with on leg rested on a pile of suitcases. Streaks of ash lined his forehead and Sawyer's hair was slightly darker than the normal golden brown it usually was. Jack, on the other hand, sat on the opposite side of the caves, away from everyone, with his head hanging to his chest, looking down. The atmosphere wreaked with smoke, and Alex's lungs suddenly felt sore.
"We were hoping you could tell us," Sayid said, calmly.
Just then, her mother stepped into scene with her normal awareness, and Alex met eyes with her for the slightest second. Alex quickly looked away, and as she did, she noticed a dark green, almost black, backpack the was hidden behind Sayid's leg, and her eyes widened as she recognized it. It was hers.
"Recognize this?" Sayid asked, reading her mind.
Reaching behind him, he picked it up effortlessly.
"Michael found this washes up on shore this afternoon," he continued, "he thought it was odd, because nothing else floated up with it."
As if he had his act all planned out, Sayid unbuckled the snaps that held the bag together, and thought Alex felt unsure about him going through her stuff, she didn't struggle, not wanting to make herself look worse than she had. The first items Sayid pulled out were your basic travel necessities- a hairbrush, tooth brush, toothpaste- all packed safety inside a plastic bag which Sayid placed on a suitcase beside him. The next was a thick paperback: The Dead Zone, by Stephen King.
"A King fan," Sayid commented casually, and handed the book to Sawyer, and took out the next item: a passport.
Sayid flipped it open.
"Alexis Rhea Rousseau," he read, and continued, "born April eighth, 1989. At least you told the truth about one thing. Birthplace: Las Angeles, California."
"She was born in Europe," Danielle said suddenly, causing everyone but Jack to turn towards her.
"What?" Alex said, confused. "No- there's some mistake. I'm from LA, lived there all my life, well, until a few months ago."
"But you were born in Europe," Danielle said confidently, "your father must've moved you there, after-"
"After what?" Alex cut in, her eyes narrowing.
"I have to go-" Danielle said quickly, "meet some one."
She left without giving Alex a chance to protest. The caves were quiet and all that was heard was Jack's shallow breaths until Sayid continued to search through the bag.
"What's this?" Sayid asked curiously, pulling out a black spiral notebook.
"It's just some songs I wrote," Alex explained, "an outline for an album we were working on."
As she said this, a few spare sheets of paper fell out from behind the front cover of the notebook and onto the ground. Sayid picked them up and right away it was obvious that they weren't just sheets of paper. Well, the larger one was. Opening it, Sayid found himself looking at a drawing of what looked to be a sketch of an album cover. Sketched on the paged was a wood, colored in black in white. A road broke it in half, and a shaded sunset hung over the oak trees that lined the path. In cursive writing just where the sun met the horizon were the words 'Long Road Home'. Sayid studied the drawing as if trying to find a deeper meaning to the artwork. When he couldn't, Sayid put it aside and picked up the second item that had fallen from the notebook: a photograph.
In the picture, Alex was sitting on a park bench in what she knew to be Europe, though the others didn't, and a young man of nineteen stood behind her, his arms thrown over her shoulders, and her head rested on them. They looked like the happiest couple in the world, at peace with themselves, but the dead's eyes haunted Sayid, who was unable to stare at the photograph any longer.
"Is this him?" Sayid asked, softer than before, almost sympathetic. "Adam?"
A pit formed in her stomach as Alex stared at the picture. Unlike Sayid, she was unable to take her eyes of it. She felt sick, and suddenly everything that had happened to her in the past two weeks, all that she had done didn't matter. After she got out of this mess, she'd get that photograph, no matter what it took. It was the only thing she had left. Her only escape.
"Yeah," Alex said finally.
Her voice was breaking but she didn't care. She prayed that Jack would come out of whatever daze he was in and put a stop to this, so she could explain everything and then just run away. Maybe she'd explore the island a bit. Anything to get away from here. Alex looked down as Sayid stared at her, and for a second, it seemed like Sayid was going to call the entire thing off. Just from that one photograph. Instead, Sayid sat the photograph on top of the drawing and stuck his hand back in the bag, and pulled out an item that non of them expected to be in there. A gun. Sayid picked it up, and held it like he was going to use it, examining it.
"Where'd you get this?" Sayid said darkly, his sympathetic tone gone.
"It's not mine," Alex stated flatly.
"It was with your stuff," Sawyer pointed out.
Though this was obviously something that Sayid had organized, he didn't get on to Sawyer for interrupting.
"Someone put it in there," Alex said sincerely.
She was more nervous about the situation now than ever. Jack didn't seem too eager to jump in, and she was now tied up with two armed men in front of her. Well, Alex could assume that Sawyer was armed. Even if their intend wasn't to hurt her, who could blame Alex for worrying for herself.
"Who?" Sayid said, looking from the gun to her. "Better yet, why were two Bronx musicians traveling in Europe with an outline of an album,"-he held up the gun-"and this."
"We weren't from the Bronx," Alex said, rolling her eyes, but didn't offer anything else.
Sayid's eyes narrowed, sending signs that he didn't think that she was taking this seriously.
"I don't know you very well," Sayid admitted, "but from what I've been able to gather, you're not lying to us to hide something-" Sayid made sure that he had full eye contact with Alex before continuing, "-you're lying to us to protect something."
Sayid held his contact a little longer, before picking the photograph up and tilting it towards her.
"Or someone."
Alex glared at him with all the hatred she could muster, and then let down her 'playing it cool' act, and began to struggle.
"Let me out," she said coldly.
Sayid's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Let me out of here!" Alex screamed louder than before.
"Not until we get some answers," Sayid said, more forcefully than he meant to, "why did you lie to us?"
"I didn't lie to you!" Alex shouted desperately. "You've got to believe me!"
Her eyes began to swell with uncontrollable tears.
"Please, believe me Jack," she continued, even though his head was still down, and he appeared to not have a care in the world at all as to what was happening, "Jack!"
For the first time since she woke up, Jack looked up, and when he did, Alex began wishing that she hadn't disturbed him. Jack's face was paler than usual, especially around his eyes, which were rimmed red around the edges. He looked sick, ill, and there didn't seem to be a cure.
"You expect him to believe you?" Sayid said, speaking for Jack's unspoken words. "After what you did?"
"Jack," Alex said again, more desperate than before, "please- I thought you trusted me."
"So did I," Jack said in a dry, rigid, voice.
"You just ruined out only chance of rescue and almost killed two of our men!" Sayid said, his voice echoing against the cave wall. "How do you explain that?"
Alex looked down as she spook, wishing that she could take everything back, wishing that the stupid dreams would just go away. At last she drew in a deep breath and spoke:
"I'll tell you," she began quietly, "but only if you untie me."
She paused, thinking, and turned back to Jack, forcing herself to look at him.
"And I'll only tell Jack."
Sayid didn't say anything, considering it, and behind him, Sawyer was staring at the ground, thinking that maybe acting as one of the 'leaders' wasn't all fun and games, and currently not what it was looked up to be.
"All right," Sayid agreed finally, "Sawyer, will you get her?"
"Guess I don't have a choice," Sawyer muttered dully, bending down beside Alex, untying her bonds.
Alex looked away until her hands were free, and then looked up at Jack, who stood up, and didn't say anything as he led her out.
(Space)
"Sorry about that," Jack offered as the two entered the beach area, though a good distance away from the other castaways, "Sayid gets a little carried away sometimes."
"As I've learned," Alex said, watching the sand crush beneath her as she walked.
She was surprised to find that they were in the later end of the afternoon, when shadows began to line the beach in waves and designs.
"How's Kate?" She asked finally, figuring it was the right thing to do.
"Oh, she's fine," Jack said, as if he didn't expect the question, or was hearing it for the first time, "the bullet just chipped her arm a little bit. She wasn't even shot. You have good aim- if that's what you were planning."
"It was," Alex admitted, "and thanks- I think. Just tell Kate we're even."
Jack let out a stifled laugh that Alex actually found herself pleased to hear. At least she hadn't scared him into silence. They continued to walk until Jack randomly chose a place by the tide and sat down. Alex followed, and the silence continued until Alex finally gathered the courage to tell Jack the truth. After all, it was only what he deserved.
"Look," she said, "I'm sorry. About everything. You- Kate- you didn't deserve that. Neither of you did."
"It's all right," Jack said unconvenicly, "personally I think Kate's been through worse and me- well- we all know what's happened to me."
He gave Alex a forced smile, and she turned and looked at him, noticing the outline of a bruise that was forming on the lower side of Jack's face.
"Then again," Jack continued, a little more enthused than before, "how many teenagers can say they kidnapped a guy and his girlfriend, blew up a ship, and got capture all in one day?"
"What can I say?" Alex said, smiling a little to herself. "I'm your everyday Jack Sparrow."
Alex laughed at her own joke and Jack eventually joined her, until they let it sink into a forgotten line.
"So," Jack said after a lingering pause, "are you going to tell me what's going on or are we just going to sit here and skip rocks all night?"
"I used to do that," Alex said, not realizing that she had done so out loud.
She stopped and Jack watched her as she thought of what to say.
"Do you know what a medium is?" She said, dragging it out as she did.
"Some kind of psychic, right?"
"Yeah," Alex said, "but they see things through dreams. They can sense things about a person that a normal human being can."
"And you believe in these- abilities?" Jack said, almost in a laughing tone.
"Yeah," Alex said, looking down, "I kind of..am one. I think."
"What are you talking about?" Jack said, studying her.
"I've been having these dreams," Alex said, staring out into the darkening horizon, "every night I see people..dying..these horrible deaths. Nothing can stop it, nothing can control it."
"What if they're just dreams?" Jack said, not too convinced.
"Why would I have dreams about people dying?"
"What kind of people?"
Alex looked down and then, reluctantly, told Jack about her recent dreams of the boat crash, leaving out the most recent one of Jack committing suicide. Jack was quiet for a moment, and stared at the sand between his feet, taking all of it in.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" He said finally, looking at her.
"Oh yeah," Alex said sarcastically, "'hey Jack, I know your busy, but I just wanted to let you know that I've been having these weird dreams. Nothing out of the ordinary, just people dying in boats crashing. No big deal'."
"Yeah," Jack said, "that's exactly what you were supposed to say."
Alex looked down, defeated, like a kid who just got lectured by a parent. Jack seemed to recognize this, and the next time he spoke, his tone was much calmer.
"Alex, you can't just go keeping things like this to yourself," he said, "rather they mean anything or not. If there's ever anything bothering you, you know that you can come talk to me, your mom, or even Kate, right?"
"Yeah, I know," Alex said, embarrassed that Jack was talking to her like he was some guidance councilor, "it's just not that easy, you know. How willing were you to talk to Kate about your problems?"
"You got me," Jack sighed, "just- look. There are people here who care about you, all right? Whether you realize it or not. This place, these situations, they're not normal, and they're not always fair. Just know that we're here for you. All of us."
Once again, Alex looked down, not wanting to show that she was actually touched by what Jack had just said. Part of her told herself that could just be saying that to make her feel better, the other part of Alex knew that Jack wasn't like that. No wonder Kate liked him so much.
"Why do you care about me so much?" Alex said after a long pause, looking at Jack.
Jack bit down hard on his lip and swallowed, and Alex was surprised to hear his voice break when he spoke.
"Because I know how it feels to be young and to have no one there for you," Jack said, pained look in his eyes as he looked into hers, causing Alex to look down.
Suddenly Alex didn't want to be there anymore. These kind of emotional chats just weren't for her, and she wasn't good with them. This was Kate's thing, talking to Jack, and since she didn't know the first thing about the guy, she knew it wouldn't be the easiest job, so she was thankful when Jack ended the conversation.
"I need to get back to the caves," he said, clearing his throat.
"What about Sayid?" Alex said, watching Jack as he got to his feet.
"I'd deal with that."
For a split second, fear flashed in Alex's eyes.
"Don't worry," Jack assured, "I won't say a word about what you told me."
"Thanks," Alex said, relieved.
Jack gave her a smile and turned, heading back towards the caves.
"Wait!" Alex said, remembering something.
Jack turned around and looked at her.
"You never asked me why I was in the South Pacific," Alex reminded him, "how I got here- why I'm here."
The realization of this hit Jack, but he found that he wasn't bothered by it at all.
"I don't care," Jack shrugged simply.
And it wasn't said ruddily, or with hardly any emotion at all. He was sincere. He really didn't want to know. There wasn't even a 'you'll tell me when your ready'. Just the fact that Jack might be willing to trust her again, and maybe there friendship had a chance to continue, proved what kind of man he was, and Alex secretly thought that there was anyone on the island who could compete with him. And it wasn't in a romantic way at all, more of a guidance, 'older brother' type thing. With these thoughts, Alex didn't say anything else, and Jack assumed the conversation to be left there, and started off towards the caves.
(Space)
The trip took shorter than Jack had planned, due to the fact that it turned out, Kate was back at her tent instead of his cave.
"The amazing Jack Sparrow returns," Kate said, amused, "always in time to save the day."
"Funny you used that analogy," Jack muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing," Jack said, shaking his head, "oh, and by the way, Alex said you're even now."
"What?" Kate stated again.
"The arm," Jack said, motioning to his, talking with pictures.
"Oh, right," Kate said, and walked closer to Jack who was now nearing her.
When they were close enough, Kate pulled Jack towards her, embracing him in a soft, warm, kiss that probably would've lasted longer if Jack hadn't of noticed the torn bandage on Kate's arm. His doctor's instincts tried and won at overruling his desires, and Jack broke away.
"What?" Kate said for the third time. "Getting tired of me now."
"No," Jack said and pointed, "your arm."
"It's fine," Kate protested, and tried to pull Jack back into her, but he pushed away.
"I haven't gotten a chance to take a good look at that," Jack said, making himself sound desperate for an excuse to get away, "and then we can get back to this."
Kate smiled at his sudden romantic tone.
"Not to mention you don't want to get blood all over the place, do you?" Jack added.
"Fine," Kate said, giving in, "come on."
She led him inside her small dugout, and the two sat down beside a small fire she had going.
"So tell me Kate," Jack said as she held her hair back while he unwrapped the bandage, "where'd you learn the camping skills? From your dad?"
Kate smiled sadly with in memory.
"Partly that," Kate said, "and partly because I grew up in this small town in Iowa, and we practically lived in the woods."
"Iowa?" Jack snorted.
"Hey!" Kate said in her defense. "I happen to like small towns."
"I don't," Jack commented, "I hate how they pull you in. It scares me."
"City boy," Kate muttered under her breath.
"I heard that," Jack said, "and there are definitely not as many songs about city boys as there are country girls."
"Yeah," Kate agreed, "but all the songs about country girls were top hits."
"Fine," Jack sighed, "you win, hold this."
"What?" Kate said, taking the white fabric he gave her, and turned her face up in disgust. "You know, a warning about the blood would've been nice."
"You don't like hospitals, do you?"
"I'm not fond of them," Kate said, "personal, you tell me to cut up someone's body and then hand me a plate of pasta for dinner, that thing would look the furthest thing from food before you could say 'nutrition'."
"Never seemed to bother me," Jack teased.
"You just wait until we get off this island," Kate said, "I'll find some of your old college friends and dig something up on you."
When Jack didn't say something sarcastic back, Kate knew she had spoken wrong, though she wasn't sure what until she remembered the conversation they had had the previous week about Jack's history of loneliness. Funny how that same person was now leading a camp of over forty on an island somewhere in the middle of the ocean.
"Sorry," Kate said quietly, "I didn't think about-"
"No, it's fine," Jack said, not wanting to let something like that ruin his temporary good mood.
By this time, Jack had changed the medicine wrap with some he found with Kate's stuff.
"So what do you think, doctor?" Kate said in a serious tone.
"Well.." Jack said, teasing as he made he put on his 'doctor tone', "I think you'll live. With some rest."
"You know," Kate said, playing along, "when I was sick when I was little, I'd always rest better if someone stayed with me."
"Yeah, I'll stay out here with you tonight," Jack said, more quickly than he should've.
"Well I was going to ask you to ask Shannon if she's found any dolls," Kate joked, "but that'll work too."
"You better be lucky I'm used to sarcasm," Jack said, not really minding Kate's sarcasm at all.
"I had a feeling you were," Kate said, pulling him back towards her for another kiss.
(Space)
Alex ended up staying on the beach all night and into the next morning. She wasn't sure, but she assumed it to be around six AM. Her stomach was growling, head ached, and she couldn't keep her eyes open three seconds without blinking, but Alex couldn't bring herself to go back to the caves. All she could do was sit and stare out at the ocean, feeling sorry for herself. She was beginning to wonder if maybe this is what it felt like to be Sawyer.
"You always loved the ocean."
Though startled by the sudden voice, Alex didn't need to turn to know who it was. The only thing she wanted to know was..how?
"When you were little," the voice continued, "you always wanted to be at sea. You even wanted to live in one of those houseboats. When your dad would say 'what about the sharks?' you said that you didn't care."
This time, Alex had to turn around and speak up, just to make sure that this was real.
"How did you know that?"
"Your uncle told me," Adam said, walking towards her, "when I talked to him right after you moved in."
Whoever said to never underestimate the impossible was right. Walking towards Alex was no other than Adam, her deceased boyfriend. She didn't even want to ask how, because she was afraid that if she did, the entire moment would be ruined. Instead, she stood up, grunting slightly at the pain in her sore legs as she did, and walked towards him. When they were finally together, Adam took her hands in his, and just held them there, staring into her eyes.
"Funny how things turn out, huh?" He said, and reached up, brushing some lose strands of hair away from Alex's face as they blew in the wind.
Alex tried to think of something clever to say back, she really did, but found herself unable to speak at all as tears began to form in her eyes. Not wanting to push her, Adam drew her into a hug, letting her cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Alex blurted out finally, "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.."
"Sh.."Adam said, holding her tightly, "it's not your fault. Your safe now, and that's all that matters."
"But you-"
"Some things are just meant to be," Adam said, "that's one thing I've learned from you."
"You couldn't of learned anything from me," Alex said, her eyes clothes against the fabric of the black sweatshirt Adam had been wearing when he passed.
"I learned more from being with you than I ever could've from books," Adam told her, "the two years I spent with you were the best years of my life."
"Don't lie," Alex said, sniffing a little, "so why did you come back."
"To tell you that I love you," Adam said, and as many times as he had said it in previous times, it seemed to mean more coming from him now than ever, "to tell you that this is not your fault, to tell you that there are people here who care about you, and that you should accept that, and not dwell on the past, and to tell you how proud I am of you."
"You heard me talking to Jack," Alex said, slightly amused.
"I did," Adam admitted, "and I swear to God if he ever lays a hand- another hand- on you-"
"Slow down there Sparky," Alex said, "if I find out of any hauntings going on-"
"Don't worry," Adam laughed, shaky his head, "I know he's there for you."
"Yeah," Alex muttered into his shoulder, "he is."
When they finally broke apart, Alex wiped the tears from her eyes before she let him gaze into hers again.
"You're really lucky, you know," Adam said, "to be with such a great group of people."
"If you like the weather in Maine," Alex muttered under her breath.
"What?"
She looked up at him and smiled a little bit.
"It just means," she began, "stick around a bit, you might change your mind."
Adam laughed.
"So they found your stuff then," Adam said, "so I guess the only thing they got from going through it was that you have a good taste in novels and you're a songwriter."
"And a gun," Alex added, looking down.
"A gun?"
"Yeah," Alex said, looking back up to him, "how serious were you about robbing that ship."
"Oh God," Adam said, his humor gone, "oh God, Alex, I'm so sorry, that must've been one of the other guys. I had no clue, I swear. I hope they didn't-"
"Blame me for it?" Alex finished for him. "Yeah, I got the full interrogation experience."
She held up her slightly bruised wrist to show him.
"I guess all that was missing was the torturing," she finished.
"Alex-"
"Don't," Alex said, stopping him.
She looked into his eyes and finished her statement.
"I believe you."
Adam smiled a little, and then pulled her against his chest, and their lips brushed against each other's, once, twice, a third time, and Alex had to break away.
"I'm sorry," she stuttered, "I can't-" she pulled her hair out of her face as the tears came rolling back, "I'll miss you too much."
"No you won't," Alex said, "I'll always be here."
"Oh yeah, how?"
"You know when your in the caves and for a second you think someone's following you, but when you turn around, there's nothing?"
"Yeah," Alex said, not seeing where this was going.
"That's me," Adam said enthusiastically, "and when you're staring out to sea like you always do, and for a split second, you think you see something on the horizon, but the moment you blink, it's gone? That's me. And when your cloud gazing and you begin to think 'hey, that one looks a little funny', that's me."
He reached up and pushed er hair back behind her ear as he was so accustomed to doing.
"Every loose string of hair," he continued, "every shadow on the shore, every song stuck in your head, every misstep. That's all me, just reminding you to take a moment and just..become apart of it. That's how I want you to remember me."
"Guess you've go this all figured out, huh?" Alex said, touched by what he was saying but still unsure. "So what, they read you poetry in Heaven?"
"Something of the sort," Adam said, and tried to kiss her again, but she still backed away.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, afraid of him hearing her breaking voice, "I can't- I can't say goodbye again."
Adam looked down at her and smiled sadly.
"You never really did."
He stared deeply into her eyes and she held it until a crash from the jungle interrupted the moment.
"Did you hear that?" Alex said, looking towards the mass of trees.
Adam didn't answer.
"Adam?"
Alex turned around to find no one there. Frantically, she looked around the beach. Nothing.
"Adam?" She called again, pained and hurt.
Why did the world keep doing this to her? It was as if though she was never meant to say goodbye. The only thing she knew that would keep her going was the chance of seeing him again for another goodbye. Another crash from the jungle broke Alex from her thoughts, and she turned just in time to see a silhouette turn shoulders at her, walking into the deep paths of the unknown. Alex took one last look around the beach and, convincing herself that she had imagined the whole thing, she began running, taking off after the man.
She followed nothing for what seemed like hours, running as though she was being controlled by someone else, and Alex couldn't help but to think back to Adam's last words. The force finally backed down, and Alex stopped, just in time to stopped herself from running into what was in front of her. Almost afraid to see what it was, Alex brought herself to looked down, and the site was enough to make her stumble back, losing her balance. Even on the ground only one look at the object for her to know what it was: the tail end of Flight 815.
Author's Note: Okay, this time it REALLY IS the tail section, I swear! No joke. Survivors? Maybe..but that's for me to know and you to find out! To top off the chapter, am I the queen of cheesy endings or what? Lol. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reviewing, and have fun watching the finale!
Before I post the summary for the next fic, I want to give you all a few choices. I'm unsure of which paths to go with this series, so I decided to ask for some suggestions.
1. In the next fic, Shannon/Sayid find out about the hatch, but when Boone shows Sayid what's inside, they get trapped in.
2. In the next fic, Claire delivers her baby, with help from Kate and the other beach goers.
3. Jack passes out while looking for..um..well, you'll see..and the castaways fear his death as hopes of him waking up are slim.
4. Someone poisons Jack, with the same outcome.
5. Jack simply sprains his ankle while looking for um..well, you'll see!
6. Claire's baby dies during the delivery, casuing many agnsty moments and a depressed Jack.
7. I go back with my original plot of Ethan(or the others) taking Claire's baby, and maybe even go on with that plot, and have them start looking for it again.
Please pick your favorites! I have to tell you, I'm really not all that fond of baby island.
Next fic, "Forget Me Not"(working title)
Alex leads Jack on a search for the tail section of the plane, while meanwhile, back at camp, either..
A. Shannon/Sayid discover an island mystery which, in the end, may prove to be the solution to their relationship problems.
or
B. Claire goes into labor, and it's up to the beach camp to save her and her baby.
Hm..more about future fics: You'll learn more on the back stories of Alex and Danielle, a third raft will set sail(sigh, they never listen), someone- actually, a few people- are leaving the camp, but not all at the same time, and not all together, you'll meet Roberto, and learn his story with Danielle.
Of course, this is all told based on my story, not the show's, but on that-
OH YEAH, WHO WAS RIGHT!
Remember my fic awhile back, and I had Black Rock as a ship? I was going to change it, because I'd figured they'd never make it a ship. Lol.
Thanks again for the reviews! You guys rock!
October Sky