Influenza
Chapter Two
Author's Note: Wow! So many new reviewers! As much as I love you guys, you're probably going to get confused if you don't know the Locke/Boone back story I invented, so to save you guys the trouble, here it is:
Back stories new reviewers need to know
In my series, one night after a party Boone(drunk) crashes(like in his car) into a family who turns out to be Locke's wife and daughter. Boone started seeing hallucinations of the girl he murdered, so he was put on medication, which he has just now found in the luggage(this was based on the spoiler of the castaway on mind alternating drugs). Only Shannon, Jack, Boone, and Locke know about this, though Sayid knows that Boone has murdered someone. Oh, and I made the hatch be this huge computer screen that's like a map of the island, and in a sense, whoever's controlling it can control the thoughts of others. Creative huh? This should warn you of how insane my stories get. Oh, and before I forget, for those who didn't read my post island fics, Jack has a daughter, and has divorced Sarah. That's kind of a given in this story, but Jack'll probably end up telling it to Kate. Anyway questions, or if I've completely lost you, just ask! Now, finally, on with the chapter!
Oh, and on Alex. My version of Alex is 16, and has psychic and medium(communicates with the dead) powers. She's from New York and was shipwrecked on the island after she and her boyfriend(Adam, who was- he died- 18).
Chapter three
"Be that," Walt said proudly, laying out his hands of cards on the bamboo they were seated on.
"Sorry," Alex said with a smug grin, "full house beats all."
"I don't believe it!" Walt cried, furious.
Sawyer let out a similar cry of frustration.
"She beat you again?" Michael said from above them, amused.
"Yeah," Sawyer groaned.
"Can't beat a psychic," Alex said, taking over Walt's pride.
"Will you shut up about that?" Sawyer said, clearly in a bad mood.
Alex decided to let a small group of people, at least the other rafties, know about her abilities, or at least the psychic part. Walt hadn't seemed at all happy with it, in fact, he was glaring at Alex now.
"Come on," Alex urged as Sawyer began to stand up, "one more game."
"No way," Sawyer said, in a full stance, "four games of poker is enough for me."
"Poker?" Michael said, surprised. "You've been teaching my boy poker?"
Alex rolled her eyes, and with one swipe of a hand, picked the cards up.
"Here," Michael said, throwing her one of the many fruits that they had brought with them.
"Thanks," Alex said, catching it, "so you live in New York, huh?"
"The Big Apple," Michael nodded, "actually more like a run down apartment on the edge of the projects."
He glanced towards Walt, who was trying to communicate with Jin about steering the ship.
"But I think I'm going to move when we get back to the states," Michael added in a low voice.
"You seem pretty optimistic," Alex commented, "you think we're going to make it out here?"
"Haven't seen any sharks lately," Michael joked, "hey Sawyer- catch."
Along with the food, Sawyer had brought along a few bottles of the newly found rum. Sawyer caught the bottle single handily and popped it open.
"Throw me one of those," Alex said, hoping to catch Michael off guard.
"Not a chance," Michael said, chuckling.
"Come on," Alex pleaded, "I mean, everyone's gotta have their first drink some time. I'll be the first person in school to be able to say that their first drink was rum, and it was on a raft in the middle of nowhere."
Sawyer snorted, and took a swig of the liquid.
"So you're going back to school?" Michael asked, interested.
"I've been thinking about it," Alex admitted it.
"Fine," Michael eyed Sawyer as he threw Alex a bottle of rum, as if the two shared some secret no one else knew about, "here."
Alex smiled at her defeat, and popped open he bottle, though with much more difficulty than Sawyer had. But one she got it open, Alex felt as though she had really accomplished something, and lifted the bottle to her mouth. She took a fair swallow, as someone would a normal drink, only to spit the bitter liquid out.
"God!" She exclaimed, coughing. "This stuff's horrible!"
Sawyer and Michael roared in laughter, seeing the reaction coming, and even Jin seemed to know what was going on from behind them, and smiled.
"How do you drink that stuff?" Alex wiped the saliva off from her mouth, and took a large gulp of water from her water bottle.
"You get used to it," Sawyer replied, taking another swig.
"Whatever," Alex muttered and settled into the 'cabin', a piece of wreckage they had found shaped like a box.
As the rafties began to settle down, quieting into their own separate activities(mostly eating), a topic of conversation popped into Alex's head.
"So what do you think will happen to us?" Alex asked to no one in particular. "I mean, if we were to get rescued- back in the real world."
"The press is going to go mad," Michael pointed out, "founding out we lived and all. Should give our insurance companies a huge sigh of relief though."
Sawyer snorted. Alex doubted very highly that he had ever had any type of insurance.
"No," she shook her head, "I mean, what will happen to us, I mean, as friends and all. If I can call you guys friends."
"Sure," Michael shrugged, "I can always use an extra baby-sitter."
"I don't need a baby-sitter!" Walt protested from the back of the raft.
"As much fun as this is," Sawyer said, "I've got better things to do."
"Nah," Michael said, "come on, I want to know. If I walked up to you on the street, would you blow me off?"
"What is this, the freakin' Breakfast Club?" Sawyer said angrily.
"Just forget it," Alex said, rolling her eyes, "just pretend I never brought it up."
Sawyer gladly accepted, and the castaways did just that, pretending like the conversation was never brought up.
(Space)
"Hey, Sayid," Kate called, catching up to him.
Sayid turned, and waited for her. They were at the beach, the sun was slowly melting into an evening sunset, and the whereabouts of Locke were still unknown. Castaways were talking amongst themselves about what was going on, and about what was going to happen next.
"Have you seen Jack?" She asked him.
"No," Sayid said, "he left the beach a few hours ago, he said he was going-" Sayid's face scrunched in uncertainty, "on a hunt."
"A hunt?" Kate repeated, incredulously. "But Jack-"
She shook her head. It didn't make sense. Why would Jack tell such a straight lie like that?
"I know," Sayid finished for her.
"Well.." Kate was beginning to feel uncomfortable, "thanks."
She turned to walk away, but Sayid took her hand, stopping her.
"Is he okay?" Sayid asked, with honest concern.
"Yeah," Kate whispered, nodding, which soon turned into shaking her head, "I don't know. Why would he.."
A loud argument erupted near by them, drawing Sayid's attention away.
"Good luck," he offered with a smile, and ran over to where Shannon and Boone were arguing.
Kate stirred awake to find Tom entering his garage-turned-apartment. She had been sleeping on a couch by a portable fan for the past week, and had no personal items with her except a duffel bag full of different odds and ends, mostly clothes.
"Hey," she greeted with a yawn, "what's up?"
"Got you some donuts," Tom said, handing her a bag from Krispy Kreme.
"Great," Kate muttered, "more food to make me fat."
"Well sorry I don't work at IHOP," Tom seemed a little taken aback, so Kate apologized.
"Sorry," she said, "I'm just in a bad mood."
She took a bite of a glazed donut, letting the sugar taste wake her up. Meanwhile, Tom picked himself off the couch, and ran a hand through his light brown hair.
"What?" Kate asked, sensing that something was wrong.
Tom hesitated for a moment, and then-
"The police talked to me about you," he admitted quietly, unable to look at her.
"What?" Kate stood, up, sitting the bag of donuts onto the couch.
"I went to register for school," Tom began, pacing the floor, "and they stopped me and asked about you."
"Well," Kate stated impatiently, "what did you say?"
"I told them that I hadn't seen you for years," Tom said, "I told them I thought you skipped the country."
"Great," Kate muttered, "now we've really given them something about me."
"What did you want me to say, Katie?" Tom said exasperatedly. "Oh, she's fine, she's living in my garage?"
"It's better than me being thrown in jail!" Kate argued. "Tom-"
She couldn't find the words. She was scared. Really scared, and she knew there was only one solution. Kate began rummaging around the garage for any stray belongings.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked frantically, noticing what she was doing.
Kate stuffed a shirt into her duffel bag.
"I'm leaving."
By the time Kate reached the caves, Jack's area was cleaned out, like he had never been there. Medicine was stuffed away in drawers, labeled with instructions. Kate began opening them, leafing through the prescriptions in hope of finding some kind of letter of explanation from Jack. There was none.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! I might update again tonight, it's still early, so you never know. I just liked that line as an ending. You guys rock!
Coming up next, on "Influenza":
Kate finds Jack out, and the beach camp goes into their version of hiding once night falls.
Thanks again!
Until next time..
October Sky