DISCLAIMER: How many times must I say this::cups hands around mouth: I DO NOT OWN 'LOST'!
QUOTE: "Every time I look for you the sun goes down once more... will the last one out please shut the door?" -blink-182
(Yeah, I don't own that either.)
-POPROCKS AND COKE-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER THREE-
Nearly a month and a half later, Kate still had that poprocks-and-coke feeling about Jack. But now it was different.
Because she didn't only feel it when she touched him. She felt it every time she looked at him. And every time she thought about him. And every time someone said the word- "Jack".
We set our scene in what most call "the hatch". Locke is tying Kate's hands together with a length of rope.
"What are you doing?" she demands in a hiss.
"What's best for all of us." Locke replies. He slips a knife into her pocket and Desmond hold open a door.
"Put her in here." he says.
And with that, Locke throws Kate into this unknown room and slides the door shut.
Livid, Kate attempts to adjust her eyes to the darkness. She is furious with Locke. She is furious with Desmond. But most of all, she is furious with herself for not listening to Jack, and going into the hatch anyway.
After many fruitless attempts Kate finally manages to cut her hands free and untie the rope binding her feet together. She tries to slide the door open with no avail.
Kate leans up against the door and in the process flips a lightswitch. She then gets a clear view of what kind of room she is in.
It is a pantry.
Now, after spending a month and a half on an island living off nothing but pork and mangoes, one gets hungry.
And when faced by actual food, one may want to eat it.
Kate smiles and looks at all the products around her. For a month they'd been starving, when right here, right below them, there was enough food to feed all of them for a month and more?
Her eyes fall on a small black cardboard box. Her heart skips several beats.
Because what do you know.
Poprocks.
I need to try it, she thinks. I need to do it. I need to-
Kate looks around. She knows there had to be soda somewhere. And she was right- on a bottom shelf were several dozen cans.
She smiles as she tears open the package and the can. She hadn't had poprocks or coke in twenty years. And she felt the adrenaline rush every day when she talked to Jack, but she wanted to do it again. Just for kicks. Just to see if it still felt the same.
The same way she had done it twenty years ago, she pours the candies and soda into her mouth and swallows all in a rush. Her stomach pops and fizzles and her heart races, and she loves it.
Poprocks and coke.
It tasted the same way it had tasted when she was seven years old.
Smiling, Kate looks up. A vent. She tries to jump for it but she is too short. So she stacks two crates on top of each other and moves the vent. She climbs through the opening.
Kate crawls through the air duct, searching for she wasn't even sure what. She stops when she hears a sound: a loud sound. Music.
She continues crawling, a bit faster than she was before, towards the light at the end of the tunnel- another vent. She peers through it and sees a circular room.
And standing in the center of the circular room, pointing a gun at nothing in particular, is Jack.