The Very Thought of You
Chapter Two
Author's Note: If there's any new reviewers out there(I think there's one or two) you'll be very confused starting now. I mean, I appreciate your reviews- love them!- but you will be confused. Trust me. also, if they can have a name as simple as John Locke', I can have names as simple as Robert Frost'.
Guess I better do a last time on Fated thing with Alex..
Last time on Fated..
A. Alex's eye snapped open to darkness. Groaning, she rolled over, and immediately knew that something was wrong. Her head felt heavy and she was sure she was going to be sick, and she was- moving? That couldn't be right. But she had no time to ponder that, because screams suddenly filled the night air. Rolling over and propping herself up with her elbow, Alex ran her hand through her hair, and took in her surroundings. She was in a dark room, laying on the bed, where someone had managed to cover her with the sheets. And the room was moving.
B. Now what's a girl your age doing walking the streets this far into town? Said a young voice from the drivers side window.
Maybe she's got no licensee and no money, Alex replied casually.
The man in the truck smiled.
Need a ride?
C. The lamppost flickered on and off before finally making bay in a bright, sunlight glow, dinning over the Eiffel Tower under the August Moon. Alex stared up at a guy two years older than her, a guy who stared down at her as though he wanted nothing more then to take her into his arms, and pull her into a kiss. And then he did. Alex let her arms slip around his back, his hands guiding their way through her hair as she suddenly felt much older than sixteen, and knew that she could take anything thrown her way, because right now, everything was absolutely perfect.
D. (Adam voice over) I got us a job, he said, smiling, on a cruise ship. But one particular item had caught his attention: a manilla envelope, similar to the one Kate had found. The only difference was, that this one wasn't from the plane. Jack fumbled with the silver bind that held the packaging together before finally resulting to ripping the envelope apart. Kate glanced over his way, but didn't say anything as she turned back to the information she was studying. Reaching in the envelope, Jack pulled out a few slick piece of papers: pictures.
Pictures of a boat. A cruise ship that sat in the banks of an ocean, tied to steaks that held it to the land. That was the first picture. The second was of the other side of the ship. In purple writing the name Moondance' was painted on the side of the vessel. Jack didn't take cruises, but he knew enough to make an educated guess that the ship was named after Van Morrison's song . More pictures photographed the land around the ships, scenery that looked like Europe.
Next Jack found the manifest of the ship's crew. He didn't recognize any of the names of the crew, until he ran over two that caused his heart to skip a beat: Alexis Rousseau and Adam Romero.
You drugged me! Alex hissed as she threw open the door of the Moondance's suite- room 234, running into Adam, who was rushing by her, dressed in black jeans and a sweatshirt.
You know you couldn't of- Adam began desperately.
Gone along with it? Alex finished, frantic. I would've gone along with it!Look, you're just slowing things down! Adam said, not realizing how crude he sounded.
Slowing you down? Alex repeated following him. I though you trusted me!
E. My mother died in a car crash, Alex protested, immediately seeing where they were getting at.
Danielle's last name was Rousseau, Jack said, does that ring any bells?
Boone was beginning to wonder why anyone would ever want to be a security guard. His days on the island were now dedicated to watching tiny little particles walking around trees and bushes. Locke would sometimes come down, but his time at the hatch had become pointless, as Boone was the only one able to work what they had begun referring to as the island's security system', something of which neither men could figure out, as well as Sayid, who secretly would come down to the hatch whenever Locke was out, like now. However, like Locke, Sayid was finding coming to the hatch pointless. Out of the corner of his eye from where he stood, Boone noticed that Sayid was holding a picture, slightly burnt from flames, though through the blue computer light, Boone could make out the image of a young woman.
Who's that? Boone asked curiously.
Sayid was obviously thinking fast at being caught, she was..a prisoner I had. A long time ago. Boone said simply, and quietly.
From experiences with grandparents, Boone knew that most soldiers didn't like to talk about their experiences with war.
So is that like a mug shot or something? Boone asked after a few moments of silence. She looks pretty happy. Sayid never looked up as he spoke, but that was a long time ago. None of that matters now.
Suddenly, Boone understood. He'd seen it played out before in movies, long lost loves separated after years in wars.
Does Shannon know about her? He couldn't imagine what Shannon would think if she found out about her.
She knows, Sayid said with a sigh, but she doesn't know the truth.
With that Sayid put the picture into the front pocket of his pack, zipped it up, and started climbing the latter to the outside world.
I'm going back to the beach, Sayid said, Locke should be back soon.How do you know that?
Sayid raised an eyebrow and then nodded towards the screen where sure enough a little dot labeled Locke' was heading their way.
(Space)
I don't understand.
Alex looked up at the man sitting across from her. It was getting dark so they had gone ahead and started a fire, though twilight was just in sighting. A cool breeze had begun to flow over the Pacific, lowering the island's humidity.
My father died four years ago and frankly but you don't look anything like him.
Robert nodded, as if he understood exactly who she was talking about.
Did your mother ever tell you the story of what happened sixteen years ago? Robert asked in a quiet tone, like he was getting ready to tell a ghost story.
Alex tilted her head a little, the look in her eyes almost horrifying. Really she was confused and angry because she didn't know what the hell was going on. She simply shook her head, and Robert began his story, on cue.
Seventeen years ago I met your mother in this restaurant in Paris, Robert began, and we..fell in love. It's a simple story really. It turned out, both of us had landed jobs on a science expedition-What were you guys studying? Alex asked, curious.
Actually that's classified-Come on! Alex exclaimed. I mean, will you guys even be remembered if we ever make it off this island?
A curious expression came over Robert's warn, exhausted, face. It was a mixture of a cloudy, haunted look that made Alex rethink her trust in this guy.
Robert sighed and, hesitating first, said: we studied a number of things., but most of it was radiation and explosives. You take history?
Alex looked down, slightly ashamed to have to explain herself.
I um.. Alex reached up, stopping a strand of hair from flying lose behind her in the wind, dropped out.
She looked back up to Robert who took this in, and then didn't seem them slightest bit surprised.
Robert continued, shooing the pause away, your mom was seven months pregnant then, with you. I think it was Feburary..yeah. January 14th, 1988. Two months went by, he went on, and then..it happened. We picked up this message on our receiver, some kind of code, it turned out to be.I don't understand, Alex shook her head, 'turned out to be'.Let me get to that, Robert said, waving the conversation along, anyway, a storm through us off course., and that's how we got here. Two months past and things started to go very badly..People started getting sick, Alex whispered, looking down at the grains of sand below.
Robert replied softly, not asking how Alex knew, things happened and..now I'm here.
He looked up at Alex and tried to pass off a fake smile.
Alex said, disappointed, that's it? The whole story? Robert appeared to be thinking about it, Alex was shaking her head again, what about my dad- my real dad. Richard Rousseau- not you. What about the sickness? And why aren't you with my mom now?Let's save that for another night, Robert said with a smile that, once again, made Alex rethink her trust.
Robert began to get up, and Alex had the sudden feeling of having just paid for what turned out to be a really bad movie.
Where are you going? She demanded.
The one thing she wanted was to have some kind of vision right now, or at least a vibe, feeling, but she waasn't getting anything.
Getting some more wood, Robert said with another one of his eerie smiles.
He was beginning to remind her of Sawyer.
Looks like I'll be camping here tonight, his eyes narrowed, if that's okay with you, of course.
Alex looked out to sea and then back down at the sand, nodding.
New York! Adam exclaimed, though it ended up as a bark.
Oh my God, stop it! Alex exclaimed.
She hid her face with her hand to hide herself from the others going down the same escalator.
You're embarrassing me! Adam retorted. Well, you're embarrassing me.By not being excited about moving to New York! Adam said. If you were any more appreciative I'd kiss you. Alex said with a playful smile. I'll kiss you anyway.
As they stepped off the escalator Alex gave Adam a small kiss on the lips, but her cheeks turned red as she noticed her uncle was watching.
Alex had always known she had come from a weird family. Her dad had been tall, with dark brown eyes and dark hair, just like hers, though his skin was a ghastly white, and hers was lightly tanned.
Now her uncle, Arnie Franklin(her mother's brother) was very dark for a grave digger, with the skin color that made him look anything but what he was- French. He had a slight accent, though Arnie had always reminded Alex of a Mexican, with his dark black hair cut just above his shoulder. Arnie also had green tattoos up in down his arms: a skull, and tons of zig zags that she wasn't sure was supposed to mean anything.
Arnie greeted, pulling Alex into a bear hug, how's my favorite musician?You tell me when I learn to sing, Alex replied, rolling her eyes.
Arnie said with the same growling voice Adam used to shout New York' to the whole airport population.
Adam returned in the same voice. Catch the Yankees game?Are you kidding? Arnie said, obviously excited. I won two hundred dollars over it! Adam said politely.
Nah, thank Alex, Arnie said with a gleam of delight in his eyes, she was the one who told me she thought the Yankees would win seven to nothing.One helluva game, Adam nodded, glancing towards Alex.
And Alex knew why. She had also been right when their music producer had called on the plane to tell them they were booked for the next three months, that Adam would end up ordering a club even though he wanted chicken, that the bathroom would be out of toilet paper on the plane, and that Adam would forget to pick up the last stack of blank sheet music from his office(he worked at a record company).
Anyway, how bout a uh- hot dog or something before we check out your apartment? Arnie offered. We aren't Chicago but we're good, once you get used to us.
Adam chuckled.
he said with a nod, but I've got to go make a call to our exec., tell him we're going to be a day late.
Alex looked puzzled.
'Cause it's New York, Adam said, as if the answer were so obvious, and we're tourist. And we're going to act like tourist. Alex said hopefully.
She figured they'd moved to New York to work, she had never really thought about..well..living there, seeing what all there was to be seen.
Hate to spoil the moment, Arnie said casually, but we've got to get the luggage.
Adam looked at Alex for another moment before adjusting his guitar strap on his shoulder, and following Alex's uncle to the luggage area. Alex sighed, eyeing a homeless man who was asking for change outside the aiport's door, and followed him as well.
Author's Note: So sorry it's taken me so long to update! I'm fighting writer's block so please, hang in here with me. Thanks so much for the reviews! You guys rock!
Next time, on The Very Thought of You:
There's trouble in paradise when Kate begins assisting Jack in caring for Sawyer, and Alex learns the truth about her family, and all the lies she's been told(descriptions of her family should give you hints).
Thanks again!
Until next time..
+ October Sky